Oh look! An update! I didn't think I had it in me. At any rate, go read
my comic at blackangel.keenspace.com! Please? I'll write more fic! I
promise!
Oh, and I would like to add, that if you caught one of your best chums peeping at you and your boy/girlfriend kissing (on purpose and had been doing it before{not the kissing, the peeping}), wouldn't you be weirded out?
~`~
Heero left me sometime when I was asleep. I was a little disappointed to wake without him, but I could understand that he might be uncomfortable in such a situation. I did not move from my bed for hours, and while I lay awake I breathed in his lingering scent. I hid my head underneath the blankets, and pretended the world did not exist. I was all that was, and all that was was I.
However, it was not the escape from this world that I longed for.
I rose then, and fumbled for the light switch, tripping over my bedding as I did so. It was dark as pitch, and the yellow glare from my single lamp was sharp on my ill-adjusted eyes. It was three in the morning. I dressed in my standard attire of white pants and a blue tank top; I brushed my hair, and swept it up into its tail, securing it with a black rubber band. I washed my face with cold water, ridding myself of tear-stained cheeks and red, blotchy eyes. Gazing into the mirror above the sink, I judged myself presentable should I happen upon any of the other residents of the luxurious mansion.
As I walked slowly up a flight of stairs and to the little pseudo-kitchen, I was glad my limbs no longer trembled and my stride was steady. Nearing the kitchen, I heard a high-pitched whistle go off. Someone was making tea. But at this hour? I neglected to remind myself that *I* was up and planning to make tea. I pushed the door open and saw Duo Maxwell outlined in the semi-darkness by the soft white glow of the stove light. He looked up.
"Oh, hey, 'Fei," he paused, "You look like shit. Here, take this." He poured some of the hot water from the kettle into a single mug on the wooden table. He rummaged in his jean pockets (several times) before he pulled out a tea bag and dropped it into the mug. He pushed it towards me, and I picked it up cautiously and wrapped my hands around it. Breathing in the steam it emitted, I wrinkled my nose. The tea bag had been in his pocket with god knows what other filth. He took another mug from a nearby cupboard, poured in some more of the water, and added another tea bag (after much searching). His braid whisked softly as he worked, swinging from hip to hip and back again. I was mesmerized for a moment before he turned to me, stirring sugar into his tea with a spoon. I took a sip of mine (and with delight discovered it was Orange Pekoe), removed the tea bag, and threw it away. Duo was sitting on the table, facing the window they had seen me peeking through, seemingly wrapped in thought. I did not want to disturb him, and so I turned to leave. But his head swung around at the slight noises I made, and he peered at me over his shoulder, leaning his weight on one hand behind him. He patted the space next to him on the table top.
"Wufei, I think we need to have a chat."
I nodded and sat next to him gingerly. Hunching my shoulders, I cradled my mug in my hands to give myself distraction. I didn't want to look at him.
He was silent for a moment, during which we both stared out the window at the brightening sky over the tree line.
"I talked to Heero."
I nodded slowly, just barely showing acknowledgement of his words.
"He told me things. He told me about what happened after you ran from us. About what you said to him. And I think I understand you more now." Hunched over as I was, he fingered his mug, "And I can forgive you." He squeezed me unexpectedly, in a quick one-armed hug, before hopping down from the table, leaving his mug behind. He leaned on the windowsill and gazed past his reflection in the glass.
"He also told me that you kissed him. And after we finished talking, he took me in his arms and he kissed me. He *kissed* me kissed me. Slipped me the tongue and everything. . . It was-incredible." I watched him talk, and his knees bent a little, as if weakened, and he shivered slightly in remembrance. "We made more progress yesterday than we have in the last two weeks. And I just have one question."
I nodded once again and he planted himself firmly in front of me with his hands on his slim hips.
"Why the hell don't I get a kiss too?" He turned to me, and I saw the desperate lust in his eyes.
My jaw dropped. But before I had time to think, he launched himself at me and knocked me flat on the table, his mouth over mine, his body wriggling over mine. My legs from the knees down hung over the table. I could hear my mug shatter on the floor beyond the sound of my blood pumping in my ears. I struggled to get up.
He withdrew his tongue from my mouth long enough to whisper in my ear before attacking me again. "It's all right, I'll clean it up later."
But his words brought me back to my senses. He didn't really mean this. I was just a useful prop for when he was afraid of scaring Heero away. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him off of me. He landed with a thud against the wall under the window, and I looked at him for a moment while he rubbed his head and swore under his breath. And then I ran. Out of the kitchen, down the hall, and around a corner where I smacked into a hard chest. Reeling backwards from the impact, I looked up to see Heero, and suddenly anger bloomed in my chest. I pointed at him and glared.
"You! Don't send your stupid boyfriend to jack off on me when he can't get any off of you! I won't," I continued, "be fucked with!" And I ran past him.
Oh, and I would like to add, that if you caught one of your best chums peeping at you and your boy/girlfriend kissing (on purpose and had been doing it before{not the kissing, the peeping}), wouldn't you be weirded out?
~`~
Heero left me sometime when I was asleep. I was a little disappointed to wake without him, but I could understand that he might be uncomfortable in such a situation. I did not move from my bed for hours, and while I lay awake I breathed in his lingering scent. I hid my head underneath the blankets, and pretended the world did not exist. I was all that was, and all that was was I.
However, it was not the escape from this world that I longed for.
I rose then, and fumbled for the light switch, tripping over my bedding as I did so. It was dark as pitch, and the yellow glare from my single lamp was sharp on my ill-adjusted eyes. It was three in the morning. I dressed in my standard attire of white pants and a blue tank top; I brushed my hair, and swept it up into its tail, securing it with a black rubber band. I washed my face with cold water, ridding myself of tear-stained cheeks and red, blotchy eyes. Gazing into the mirror above the sink, I judged myself presentable should I happen upon any of the other residents of the luxurious mansion.
As I walked slowly up a flight of stairs and to the little pseudo-kitchen, I was glad my limbs no longer trembled and my stride was steady. Nearing the kitchen, I heard a high-pitched whistle go off. Someone was making tea. But at this hour? I neglected to remind myself that *I* was up and planning to make tea. I pushed the door open and saw Duo Maxwell outlined in the semi-darkness by the soft white glow of the stove light. He looked up.
"Oh, hey, 'Fei," he paused, "You look like shit. Here, take this." He poured some of the hot water from the kettle into a single mug on the wooden table. He rummaged in his jean pockets (several times) before he pulled out a tea bag and dropped it into the mug. He pushed it towards me, and I picked it up cautiously and wrapped my hands around it. Breathing in the steam it emitted, I wrinkled my nose. The tea bag had been in his pocket with god knows what other filth. He took another mug from a nearby cupboard, poured in some more of the water, and added another tea bag (after much searching). His braid whisked softly as he worked, swinging from hip to hip and back again. I was mesmerized for a moment before he turned to me, stirring sugar into his tea with a spoon. I took a sip of mine (and with delight discovered it was Orange Pekoe), removed the tea bag, and threw it away. Duo was sitting on the table, facing the window they had seen me peeking through, seemingly wrapped in thought. I did not want to disturb him, and so I turned to leave. But his head swung around at the slight noises I made, and he peered at me over his shoulder, leaning his weight on one hand behind him. He patted the space next to him on the table top.
"Wufei, I think we need to have a chat."
I nodded and sat next to him gingerly. Hunching my shoulders, I cradled my mug in my hands to give myself distraction. I didn't want to look at him.
He was silent for a moment, during which we both stared out the window at the brightening sky over the tree line.
"I talked to Heero."
I nodded slowly, just barely showing acknowledgement of his words.
"He told me things. He told me about what happened after you ran from us. About what you said to him. And I think I understand you more now." Hunched over as I was, he fingered his mug, "And I can forgive you." He squeezed me unexpectedly, in a quick one-armed hug, before hopping down from the table, leaving his mug behind. He leaned on the windowsill and gazed past his reflection in the glass.
"He also told me that you kissed him. And after we finished talking, he took me in his arms and he kissed me. He *kissed* me kissed me. Slipped me the tongue and everything. . . It was-incredible." I watched him talk, and his knees bent a little, as if weakened, and he shivered slightly in remembrance. "We made more progress yesterday than we have in the last two weeks. And I just have one question."
I nodded once again and he planted himself firmly in front of me with his hands on his slim hips.
"Why the hell don't I get a kiss too?" He turned to me, and I saw the desperate lust in his eyes.
My jaw dropped. But before I had time to think, he launched himself at me and knocked me flat on the table, his mouth over mine, his body wriggling over mine. My legs from the knees down hung over the table. I could hear my mug shatter on the floor beyond the sound of my blood pumping in my ears. I struggled to get up.
He withdrew his tongue from my mouth long enough to whisper in my ear before attacking me again. "It's all right, I'll clean it up later."
But his words brought me back to my senses. He didn't really mean this. I was just a useful prop for when he was afraid of scaring Heero away. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him off of me. He landed with a thud against the wall under the window, and I looked at him for a moment while he rubbed his head and swore under his breath. And then I ran. Out of the kitchen, down the hall, and around a corner where I smacked into a hard chest. Reeling backwards from the impact, I looked up to see Heero, and suddenly anger bloomed in my chest. I pointed at him and glared.
"You! Don't send your stupid boyfriend to jack off on me when he can't get any off of you! I won't," I continued, "be fucked with!" And I ran past him.