Type: One-shot
Series- GW
Warnings- Yaoi, 1x2. Sap sap sap.
Disclaimor- Gundam Wing does not, at this moment, belong to me, although one day it will. For now, I shall continue writing fanfiction. This happy piece of fluff is brought to you in dedication of my soul sister's birthday. Blessed be, Jennifer, and may the power of Heero/Duo compel you. Sowwie it's short. Maybe I'll make a longer version. ::sways in chair to the tune of "Wild Wing"::
A/N- Heero POV, tho I would hope you could figure that out...
I know it cannot last forever... And yet I cannot stop the wistful smile that plays on my lips. I could meet the reaper gladly at this moment, knowing that I was able to spend my last night right here, so close by your side.
I've never seen the moon this bright before, and I am quite well aware that it is because I am here with you. You bring me alive with your prescence, make me more aware of the natural beauty of things as they are. You always make me look at things in a new light, shining your grace on things that I never paid attention to before. Nothing is small to you. Everything is new, mysterious. Each day brings a new puzzle for you to wonder over, turning it over and over in your enigmatic mind.
Something inside me tells me that I've already met the reaper in the face of you, my one true love; and I know that you would agree if I voiced this aloud.
And yet it's so blatently simple and painfully obvious that we are meant to be. Fate brought you, my beautiful death, to me, a lost young soul who wanted nothing else, and recieved more than he ever could have hoped for.
I feel envy for the full moon, which has captured your gaze away from me. Your eyes are larger than I have ever seen and you seem to be catching a sort of magic in the soft light that I'd never thought existed.
I suppose you can feel my stare, because you turn to me and those full lips that tease me with whispers and kisses tilt upward ever so slightly into a smile that makes my heart melt.
"See something you like, love?"
Such a seemingly simple question, a yes or no would suffice, in fact, but a hundred possible answers come to my mind.
"Actions speak far louder than words," I think to myself, and lean forward to pull your face to mine, my calloused hands gripping soft skin, my lips covering your smile. I close my eyes and let myself drown in my bliss, willing the hands of time to freeze forever in this moment, our bodies fitting together in the most perfect picture.
Owari