Sleep Over


Challenge One: Uniform


"Quatre?"

Heero had been busy, typing up a mission report when the knock had come at the door. Quickly saving the file, Heero had withdrawn his gun, one could never be too prepared, had silently tread to the door. He didn't open it however, just called out:

"Whoever is out there, you can open the door."

On the other side, a person had sighed impatiently, before reaching out and gripping the handle with a rustle of fabric. The door had opened slowly, revealing a pouting Quatre.

The gun had fallen to his side, as he gazed at the frowning blond. With another sigh Quatre had brushed past him and had sat on his neatly made bed.

He had patted out his skirts, and had crossed his legs before cringing and spreading his knees open. "Girl's clothing sucks," was all he said to Heero however. "The underwear is always poking into your skin, I'm going to kill the person who invented under wire. It would have to be man, no woman would ever think such a torture device up. Bastards," Quatre sniffed, disregarding his own sex.

Shaking his head, Heero had walked over where Quatre sat with his legs sprawled out in front of himself. "Quatre," Heero said slowly, voicing the name again, this time with more self restraint. "Why are you wearing a dress?"

Hunching in on himself, Quatre waved his hand around with an air of dismissal. "Oh, you know..." Quatre leaned back against the wall, revealing a hint of baby blue lace and smiled at Heero.

Blinking rapidly, Heero re-aimed the gun at Quatre, "No, You can't be Quatre! Quatre wouldn't be wearing a school girl's uniform..."

"Yeah, I would," Quatre retorted looking at his chipped nails, "It's not mine but," he looked up at Heero, "You're looking at the altered version of Relena's school uniform. Long skirts just aren't my style."

"Uhg?" Heero shook himself, "You're saying... that you are wearing Relena's clothing?" It was a strange thought, he had wondered what the two had been discussing all alone in her bedroom, but this?

"Sure, she wanted me to have it, after I told her about my feelings for you," Quatre sighed. "I had to promise her photos but. She really is the biggest pervert, she even gave me her underwear!"

Heero sighed and sat next to Quatre, the gun was stashed under the bed. "You have feelings for me, Winner?"

"Puh-lease. Isn't it obvious?" Quatre rolled his eyes, while simultaneously rolling a joint which had been lifted from the hemline of his skirt, "Relena certainly knows how to sew." For some reason he started to laugh. "Sew!" Quatre collapsed head first into Heero's lap.

At that moment, Heero wasn't sure if it was intentional or not. He suspected the former however. Grabbing the collar of Quatre's shirt, he pulled him up from where he had been residing contently.

To his surprise, Quatre grabbed his chin and smiled. "Heero, Heero... How could I not like you?" With a soft sigh he leaned forward and gently kissed Heero on the lips.

Pulling back, Heero commented, "This is a dream, isn't it? You're a little too not Quatre, to be the real Quatre."

The dream Quatre rolled his eyes again, "Why do you have to be so smart?" Then sniffed, "I thought I portrayed the real Quatre excellently!"

"Yeah, you did, I guess, but," here Heero shrugged his shoulders,"I pinched myself and it didn't hurt, I had to be dreaming!"

Quatre looked disappointed, "So this means we can't shag?" He asked hopefully.

Heero smirked and placed a hand on Quatre's thigh, "Well, sure. This is my dream after all, I can do what I want, when I want..."

With a squeal of delight, dream Quatre flung himself into Heero's arms.


AN: Written for 7snogs, a LiveJournal community for the first challenge.

Disclaimer: Nope, no ownership of GW for me.