All The Kisses
a/n: I do not own Gundam Wing
Chapter Thirteen – The Tired Kiss
Heero has been gone on a business trip for a month this time. Damned security. I spent the first couple of weeks with Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei. We went camping together. Wufei does not like sharing a tent with me. He says I snore. I tell him that Heero does not mind my snoring. He always glares at me when I say something like that.
Then I came back to our empty house. It has not felt this empty in a very long while. I ate food that was bad for me, I drank more than I should, and I found my release between the sheets every night. I talked to Heero when he could talk, but I missed him something fierce.
On the day that he was due to come back, I cleaned the place from top to bottom, and I made sure that even our bedsheets were clean. He said he would be home at about seven, so I decided to make dinner. Now, his favorite food was some dish I could not create in my kitchen, but I do make really good baked fish. So I make the fish, and I buy a loaf of bread from the baker down the street. I also make a nice salad to go with the lemon and pepper flavored trout. By the time seven rolls around, I am pouring a nice Riesling into a couple of tall glasses. I sit and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
I am shaken awake and startled. I am sitting up on the couch, with drool trailing down my chin. Heero is standing over me, looking like the walking dead.
"Heero?" I ask, my mind fuzzy from sleep.
"I am so sorry Duo. My flight, it had to land unexpectedly, and then we had to switch shuttles, and, well, I'm sorry," he says regretfully.
"Well, dinner is ruined, but I could whip you up something, like a bowl of cereal," I smile sadly.
"In the morning I will whip you up the fluffiest batch of scrambled eggs you have ever tasted. Right now, I just want to sleep in my own bed with my own boyfriend," Heero walks towards the bedroom and holds his hand out. I get up and walk towards him and our room.
We get into bed and wrap our bodies around each other, soaking up the missed contact. Heero's lips find me in the dark, and they are soft and yielding as he gives me one very lazy, tired kiss.
"I missed you," I say, but he is asleep. And soon, I am too.