AN: Back by request. A couple of you asked for an epilogue, so here you go. One epilogue. :d No reviewer responses in this one, I respond to them individually now. :
Update: Just a little cleaning up, no one mind me…
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the song "Our Song" by Taylor Swift.
Key: see chapter one.
It's been a month since that fateful day we danced together in the rain. He and Relena are still going through all the paperwork for their divorce and Heero's asked me to move in with him.
Of course I said yes, so now I'm waiting for him to help me move my stuff with his truck.
I hear a honk and smile, dashing outside.
"Hee-chan!" I holler happily, my braid flying behind me as I tackle him. Only his impeccable balance saves us from crashing to the ground. He laughs and hugs me back.
"Nice to see you too, Duo."
/I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car/
"Do you have a lot of stuff?" he asked, trying to look around me through my doorway.
"Nah, just three big boxes. I don't really have that much stuff." I answer over my shoulder as I turn and walk inside and grab a box.
Before I can turn around to bring it out to the truck I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up against a strong body. Sighing, I lean back, content.
/He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel/
/The other on my heart/
After we finally get the stuff moved out into his truck we left, heading to his house. I'm curled up against his side, basking in the feeling of being in love.
And finally having it returned.
"Hey Duo, you can turn the radio on if you want too." he says, glancing down at me. I smile.
"Why bother? I'm happy just like this, your heartbeat is my song." I respond, closing my eyes.
God I sound so damn fluffy, but that's just how he makes me feel.
/I look around, turn the radio down/
/He says baby is something wrong?/
/I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song/
Pulling up to his house we unload the boxes. I'm surprised at how big his house is. It has three bedrooms, two full fledged bathrooms, a kitchen, a large living room, a computer room, and what looks like a meditation room. I whistle.
"Nice digs Hee-chan, which room is mine?" I ask, glancing around.
"Well… I figured we'd be in the same room…" he mutters, trailing off with a cute little blush. I smile and peck him on the cheek.
"Well then, which is ours?" I correct, giggling to myself.
/And he says…/
/Our song is the slamming screen door/
/Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window/
/When you're on the phone and you talk real slow/
/Cause it's late and your mama don't know/
I unpacked all my stuff and flopped onto our bed, tired and worn out. Packing and unpacking all in one day takes so much energy man…
Of course this is when he walks in with a cold can of soda and a sandwich.
Neither of which I asked for.
Sometimes I could just kiss this man, so I do.
/Our song is the way you laugh/
/The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"/
/And when I got home… before I said amen/
/Asking God if he could play it again/
The next day I headed off to my job at the Preventer's and I had the worst day ever… Damn near quit, Une had to beg me to stay.
/I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day/
/Had gone all wrong or been trampled on/
/And lost and thrown away/
I don't know how he knew since he worked on the other side of the building, but apparently he'd noticed from the tone in my voice when he called me at lunch.
I get home, toeing off my shoes and making a bee line for the bedroom, intending to sleep off the day.
Two dozen red roses were waiting for me with a little card that said: 'To my loving Death, Love Heero.'
/Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed/
/I almost didn't notice all the roses/
/And the note that said…/
Laughing I shook my head and flopped on the bed, leaving the roses on the nightstand.
How'd I get this lucky?
/Our song is the slamming screen door/
/Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window/
/When you're on the phone and you talk real slow/
/Cause it's late and your mama don't know/
I was sleeping when he got home, working late, as usual.
He woke me up with a kiss.
"Hey, I brought you food, Duo. Some Chinese from that new place-"
He never got to finish his sentence because I grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him down for another kiss.
/Our song is the way you laugh/
/The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"/
/And when I got home… before I said amen/
/Asking God if he could play it again/
Pulling apart I gave him the brightest smile I could, still groggy. "Thank you for the roses, Heero. You are so sweet."
He blushed, smiling back shyly.
"Well, you're welcome."
/I've heard every album, listened to the radio/
/Waited for something to come along/
/That was as good as our song…/
We walked into the kitchen and eat the food, chatting with each other and discussing our days.
/Cause our song is the slamming screen door/
/Sneaking out late, tapping on his window/
/When we're on the phone and he talks real slow/
/Cause it's late and his mama don't know/
Tossing out the take-out boxes we both climbed into bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush up against him.
/Our song is the way he laughs/
/The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I could have"/
/And when I got home, before I said amen/
/Asking God if he could play it again/
I smiled and held his arms in place, content to just lie in his arms.
It was like a dream come true, and if this is a dream, I'll kill whoever tries to wake me up.
/I was riding shotgun with my hair undone/
/In the front seat of his car/
"I love you, Duo Maxwell, my little shinigami." he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"I love you too, Heero Yuy." I whisper back, turning my head and kissing him deeply.
/I grabbed a pen and an old napkin/
/And I… wrote down our song/
AN: There you go, epilogue. :d Hope you all like this, had to be the fastest part I've written so far. Still, it was a lot of fun.