All I Wanted Was A Kiss
Gundam Wing shounen ai fanfiction by Tan

This is an attempt at humor; I haven't done humor in a long time, if I can say that I ever have. ::shrug:: . Humor and sap! It was going to be a lemon, but I dunno... too tame, I think...

Warnings: shounen ai (1x2, 3x4, 5x13, with no special connotations on who's on top), loose rating of R. Sap, odd humor (very odd), Duo's P.O.V., sinister Quatre, worldly Wufei. And this is one of those 'school' fics, where they're all at the same school, yadda yadda, non-timeline, but we can pretend can't we?

Note: Written after my bout of psychotic humor, so it's probably in a different style, and a lot less funny. ;

Revised, Completed 10/04

All I Wanted Was A Kiss
PART 10

Lessons over, phase one was to be initiated. How?

I have no freaking clue, I mourned.

Quatre waved his encouragement to me as he entered his room, and I responded in like. It was late afternoon, Friday, everyone was either out on the town or relaxing in their rooms. Knowing the social habits of our victims was useful; both would be isolated and ripe for the taking...

Whatever. Trowa was in his room, reading, completely zoned out but accessible because it was dear old Quatre, his favoritest person in the world. He didn't need those lessons, I grumped. Like Wufei said, if Trowa were any less of a soldier he'd be salivating every time Quatre walked into a room.

I sighed. At least Quatre was assured a neat, easy victory (woo hoo! sex!). I on the other hand...

Heero would be in his room as well, playing on his laptop, exercising, cleaning up the mess I always made in the bathroom, or doing homework. He was the one that required extra cunning, extra stealth to get within kissing range. Wufei had very little information on him; only that he was interested. He didn't know how much, or why exactly, he just "knew".

Well, the supreme knowledge of Wufei, sex-god though he exhorted himself to be, was not enough to convince me that I would even get to purse my lips, much less get near Heero.

Perhaps it was a lack of confidence that was getting me down. Perhaps the irrational sense of self-preservation that I seemed to be cursed with. After all, there was no guarantee that Heero would murder me, if I tried to kiss him...

Yes there is. I guarantee he'll do something, anything, to harm me, if I lay one on him. I bet myself ten dollars-- That wouldn't work-- it would be my ten dollars anyway...

So betting was off.

I was right, though! The danger, the absolute certainty of death...!

... brushing my lips close to his ear, breathing, panting softly, hearing him gasp beneath me, shiver, whisper my name...

My eyes bulged. Since when did I imagine one kiss like that?? I hopped up and down, wringing my hands and bouncing forward in my cough enthusiasm; I had approached the door to my room without noticing, having been distracted in my meanderings of inner conflict...

Heero was in; the door was shut and locked, so I had to use my key. The door opened into a shadowed room, the only source of light coming from the screen of his laptop, obstructed by the shape of his head and shoulders, but clearly visible perched on top of his desk...

... which was directly across the room from the door...

... which I could leave open, or part way, for an escape route... I know he's fast, but he's always so absorbed when he plays on that thing... I bit my lip. I might get an extra second or two head start, and that's all I'd need to get down the stairs, and out the front door...

... this could work...

... I could kiss him, just once, just one time on his cheek or even his mouth if I angle it right.

The grin that formed on my face rivaled the grin I had when I first filled Wufei's shampoo container with paint. It was the grin of power, the grin of soon-to-come pain, a quirk of my mouth to represent an awesome, awesome feeling of completion...

... I shuffled forward...