DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, and this story comes solely from my imagination.
NOTES: It's the end... I can't believe it, my first Heero and Wufei story... And it came out good, better then I thought... I think I'll write more of this pairing... Should I? I'd love to hear from you guys!
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The food between them was untouched, their hands too nervous to risk the chance of meeting as they reached out.
They couldn't meet the other's eyes, but Wufei couldn't pull away from the curve of Heero's cheek, and Heero couldn't look away from the piece of Wufei's hair that just touched the white cloth of his shirt.
"It's getting cold."
Wufei's voice encouraged the actions they held back, but didn't produce the desired results.
Heero only shrugged, his thin blue shirt riding easily on his shoulders. "I can't reach for it."
The simple words were brutally honest, and stunned Wufei into looking up at him, eyes fluttering just a bit.
It was in vain, because Heero was staring down at his own hand, as if questioning why it couldn't (or wouldn't) perform such a simple task.
Wufei grinned. Heero looked so stupefied, so lost in the question.
Heero glanced up, and caught the last whisper of Wufei's fading smile. He bit his lip, raked his teeth over the slightly peeling skin, and slowly brought his hand up, leaving it hovering palm upwards between the rapidly hardening rolls and the wilting leaves of the salad.
Wufei stared intently at it, knowing that such a simple gesture was in fact something complicated, something either unbearably good, or deathly bad.
He slid his hand across the polished wood of the table, but couldn't bring himself to raise it, to touch it with Heero's. He looked up, his eyes full of insecurities and doubts and apologies, but only met Heero's smile.
Heero's hand lowered, turned, and covered Wufei's.
Wufei's smile touched his eyes, his emotions, and held by Heero's steady grip, he turned his hand over to entangle his fingers with Heero's.
The meal was never eaten, but the dessert was.
Strawberries.