Disclaimer: Oh, lookie. That one took me ten minutes, also! ^_^ I have
never owned gundam Wing, regardless of what I may have said before. Don't
sue.
Kat: Whoo. I just distracted with Angel Cesia(Good authoress, guys. Go read her stuff.)'s stories. ^___^ So now I am in a VERY good mood. Here you go! The last one!
...You better buy me that Deathscythe model now.
***
"Wow."
"I'll say."
Trowa reached forward and turned the television in front of him off.
He sat back, leaning into the couch next to Midii.
"That was...weird."
"I'll say."
Trowa looked thoughtful for a moment, staring at the ceiling and counting silently.
"That was eleven, right?
"Yeah."
"Three regular stories, three songfics, three with Quatre, and two limes."
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh, I was just thinking." He relaxed, settling into the soft seat.
"We were in a seventh grade english class together, were seen together by Duo in the,"
He twitched, "Shower,"
There was a pause while Midii giggled, then he continued.
"You died,"
She pouted, then cheered up considerably.
"We got engaged!"
"We got engaged at a _carnival_," Trowa said, a look of distaste on his face.
"We wrote to Dear Abby with Quatre,"
"I found you guys in an internet quiz," Midii added in, interrupting, "And on a safari. I wonder
who my camera person was," She mused, "I think it was Otto, myself, but I don't really know."
Trowa glanced at her before speaking again.
"I found you again after the war was over,"
"I met you in Texas," Midii reminded him.
He nodded, "After I had a bunch of bad experiences with women."
"And their boyfriends," Midii said, laughing.
"And their boyfriends," Trowa agreed, leaning over and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"We had sex in an office and I had a wet dream about you," He said, finishing their list.
"So I was wondering."
"Wondering what?" She asked, looking at him quizzically.
"These are being written for 3/12, so why were there eleven instead of twelve?"
Midii blinked.
"I don't know."
"And the other thing. They follow a set pattern. Three in each category. But there's only two
in the sex or romance one. Why is that, do you think?"
A light dawned in Midii's eyes.
"Oh, I think I know," She said with a smirk.
"What?"
"We need one more to make twelve. We need one more to make three." She pulled
herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and staring into his eyes.
"I think someone's giving us a hint."
There was a pause, then Trowa's eyes took on the same sheen as his girlfriend's.
He leaned down to her face and the curtain fell, blocking off the scene and shielding them
from the viewer's sight.
The End.
Kat: Whoo. I just distracted with Angel Cesia(Good authoress, guys. Go read her stuff.)'s stories. ^___^ So now I am in a VERY good mood. Here you go! The last one!
...You better buy me that Deathscythe model now.
***
"Wow."
"I'll say."
Trowa reached forward and turned the television in front of him off.
He sat back, leaning into the couch next to Midii.
"That was...weird."
"I'll say."
Trowa looked thoughtful for a moment, staring at the ceiling and counting silently.
"That was eleven, right?
"Yeah."
"Three regular stories, three songfics, three with Quatre, and two limes."
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh, I was just thinking." He relaxed, settling into the soft seat.
"We were in a seventh grade english class together, were seen together by Duo in the,"
He twitched, "Shower,"
There was a pause while Midii giggled, then he continued.
"You died,"
She pouted, then cheered up considerably.
"We got engaged!"
"We got engaged at a _carnival_," Trowa said, a look of distaste on his face.
"We wrote to Dear Abby with Quatre,"
"I found you guys in an internet quiz," Midii added in, interrupting, "And on a safari. I wonder
who my camera person was," She mused, "I think it was Otto, myself, but I don't really know."
Trowa glanced at her before speaking again.
"I found you again after the war was over,"
"I met you in Texas," Midii reminded him.
He nodded, "After I had a bunch of bad experiences with women."
"And their boyfriends," Midii said, laughing.
"And their boyfriends," Trowa agreed, leaning over and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"We had sex in an office and I had a wet dream about you," He said, finishing their list.
"So I was wondering."
"Wondering what?" She asked, looking at him quizzically.
"These are being written for 3/12, so why were there eleven instead of twelve?"
Midii blinked.
"I don't know."
"And the other thing. They follow a set pattern. Three in each category. But there's only two
in the sex or romance one. Why is that, do you think?"
A light dawned in Midii's eyes.
"Oh, I think I know," She said with a smirk.
"What?"
"We need one more to make twelve. We need one more to make three." She pulled
herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and staring into his eyes.
"I think someone's giving us a hint."
There was a pause, then Trowa's eyes took on the same sheen as his girlfriend's.
He leaned down to her face and the curtain fell, blocking off the scene and shielding them
from the viewer's sight.
The End.