All The Kisses
a/n: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Chapter Eight – The Drunken Kiss
"'Ro?"
"Yes, Duo?"
"What the hell did I drink?"
"Too much for your own good, baka"
"'Ro?"
"Yes, Duo?"
"You too goo' fo' me, you know?"
"You cannot even talk right now, Duo. And no, I am not too good for you"
We stopped in the park to sit on a bench. Trying to almost carry Duo all the way home was very, very taxing on ones body. During the war adrenaline had fueled us. Here? He was just my drunken boyfriend.
Five 'red-headed sluts', four 'cock-sucking cowboys', two 'jello shots', and a 'liquid cocaine'; that was what Duo had imbibed. The baka. It is beyond me why he drinks that much when he knows how he is going to feel later.
"'Ro?"
"Yes, Duo?"
"I wuv you, you know?"
"I love you too, Duo"
He looked at me with his drunken eyes very wide, "You do?"
I nodded, and smiled at him, "Yes, I do"
He straightened up and pressed his lips to mine. It was more like he leaned against my face and let his lips stay against mine, but I knew what he meant.
He looked like a kid at Christmas one second, and then he was puking on my shoes the next.
Duo Maxwell was damned lucky I loved him. Those were my favorite shoes.