30-June-2001
Title: All I'll Ever Need
Author: Enigma
Written: June, 2001
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: (5x3) (1+2) (4+6)
Category: [Ficlet] Yaoi Sap First Person [AC210-OOC]
Enigma Story Category: Pilots' Pleasure
Archive: GW Addiction, Sweet&Sweet
Warnings: Yaoi, sap, WAFF, lightly citrusy, first person POV, [AC210-OOC]
Disclaimers: I *still* don't own the Gundam Wing Universe, and I never will. Please don't sue me, I'm broke and you should spend your money on anime instead.
Notes: Do you wonder what a former Gundam pilot might be thinking on his 30th birthday? I did and this is one idea that came to mind.
<midnight, Wufei's thoughts>
I watch my angel sleeping and I feel my thoughts drifting in the warm familiar haze that occasionally overtakes me after we make love. My mind plays back some of the memories of the day, and I hear his words to me once more.
"What do you want for your birthday?" Trowa asked me this morning, gazing at me with those stunning green eyes that I find so astoundingly beautiful and leaving me aching since we were both late for work as it was.
"Nothing, angel," I told him, "I've already got all I'll ever need." I smiled as I watched him packing his briefcase even as I slipped on a jacket.
"Oh?" He had asked with an amused grin, "So you really don't want me to buy you a gift this year, Fei? For the first time in, what is it now? After a dozen years together you want me to miss honoring the day you were born? I rather doubt that!"
I couldn't help but laugh at this. He knows full well it's been far longer than that and I could see that he was hoping for a kiss so I gave it to him.
"It's been fifteen wonderful years, Tro, and you know it!" I smiled and latched his briefcase closed before handing it to him. "Come on, gorgeous, you'll be late for that meeting with your new clients."
"Nag, nag, nag," he had laughed at me before kissing me good-bye as we got in our cars. Before he pulled away, though, he added, "I'll just have to think of a gift myself, then, but don't be disappointed if it isn't perfect. I really don't see how you can claim to have all you'll ever need. See you tonight, love!"
And with that, my angel was gone.
While I was at work, my office phone rang frequently as old friends called to wish me a happy birthday, but it wasn't too bad, except for Maxwell, of course.
Why that man feels compelled to sing over a vidphone is beyond me, but Yuy had the courtesy to cut him off before it went on for too long or got too embarrassing. Heero wished me a happy birthday, too, in his oh-so-familiar "I can use less words than you might have guessed it could take" manner.
Who would've believed those two would survive each other for so long? I wouldn't have, but they're happy and isn't that all any of us ever wished for so long ago? Hmm, I need to remember to invite them over soon, it would be good to see them again.
After that, work seemed to drag but I finally got home to find the house filled with the most wonderful aroma.
I walked into the kitchen and found Trowa frowning at a cookbook, a large red spoon in one hand and a measuring cup in the other. I couldn't help but smile at this unexpected scene of domesticity. My angel just looks so cute in an apron, something a man over the age of thirty doesn't much appreciate hearing, so instead of telling him I thought he was adorable, all I said was, "Good evening, love! Having fun?"
Stepping up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly then went up on the balls of my feet in an effort to plant a kiss on his neck, grunting softly in disappointment when I failed.
Sometimes the nearly one foot height difference between us gets to be a problem, who knew he would end up over six foot tall while I hardly grew at all after the war ended? But he bent his knees obligingly and let me steal the kiss I wanted before he turned and mock-scolded me, "Naughty boy! You're not supposed to see your birthday gift before it's ready!"
"Nani?" I asked with matching mock-innocence, "But I thought that *you* were my birthday gift! You mean I have to wait to see you?" I tugged at the apron ties teasingly, but made no further efforts to interfere with his apparent culinary experimentation.
At this, he seemed to melt in my arms. He put the cooking tools down and turned to gather me into a hug of his own and then smiled warmly at me. "Dearest dragon, you know that I am *always* one of your birthday gifts, but this is different. I wanted to surprise you with a home-cooked meal from me for a change. Why not go relax and let me get this done, okay?"
"Well, okay," I hedged, preferring to hold him in my arms, but knowing that he wanted to give me a gift convinced me to step away and wait for him in the living room.
"I'll call you when it's ready!" He called after me and I wondered if there was much of a chance of his being successful or not, cooking is not one of his strong suits. But the house smelled wonderful, I was looking forward to a pleasant evening with my heart's desire, and I was truly at peace as I waited to see how the "gift" Trowa was preparing might turn out.
To my amazement, dinner was perfectly delightful.
My angel had called our old friends Quatre and Milliardo for recipes for my birthday dinner and had obtained what they laughingly called "idiot proof" dishes, meaning that they themselves could cook them on the rare occasions that one of them wanted to play chef for the other.
They had sent their best wishes to me via an elaborate floral arrangement as well, but why is it that Quatre forgets that not everyone lives in a mansion? Ah, but as Trowa reminded me, it's the thought that counts and it was kind of them. Hmm, I wonder if they would care to get together with us and the Maxwell-Yuy's? That would be most enjoyable.
Our dining room table looked exquisite, candles casting their warm glow over a marvelous roasted chicken with herbs plus vegetables and a salad, my all-time favorite devil's food cake with chocolate frosting for dessert. Simple fare for simple folks, but it made me most content and was a far better gift than anything anyone could have purchased.
Now, it's almost midnight and my birthday is nearly gone for another year, but I won't even notice its absence, for though the day and the dinner disappear, Trowa is sleeping here beside me and I'm truly satisfied.
I roll over to watch him as he rests in the moonlight.
My soulmate has been at my side for a period of time that is now equal to fully half of my admittedly short life. It's been a difficult fifteen years for the world and its colonies, there's been two major wars, any number of minor skirmishes, and all the sorrow that goes with conflict, yet humanity survives and flourishes much as we both do.
Age has been most kind to my angel, I dare say he is more devastatingly handsome now than he was when we first met.
Tall, slender, physically perfect in all regards, his body has much to recommend it, yet that is not what draws me to him. His face, always elegant and refined, has become even more intriguing, gentle smiling lips and sparkling emerald eyes reminiscent of the sacred jewels once kept by the ancients in honor of their gods, but this, too, is not what pulls me to him. Soft, inviting auburn hair, more reddish than it was in our youth, is often what others notice about him first, and while I love it so, that's not what brings me to his side either.
No, what inexorably draws me to him, much like the moon tugs on the tide, is something far harder to quantify and at the same time more glorious than any mere physical characteristic. His spirit is what draws me to him and keeps me close.
As I watch him, one of those rare living gems he calls "boring green eyes" opens ever so slightly and looks back at me with all the love and passion that he holds for my unworthy self.
"Why are you still awake, dragon-love? Is something wrong?" He moves to sit up and I stop him with a warm hand placed on his bare chest, keeping him close to me in our bed.
"No, angel, there's absolutely nothing wrong," I smile back at him and then gently kiss him, hoping that he feels what my words can never say. "In fact, I was just laying here thinking about how very perfect my birthday was today. Thank you, dearest one, for everything."
Ever sensitive to even the smallest compliments, a soft blush colors his cheeks and makes my blood heat with desire for him yet again. I glance at the clock and see that it is now 12:08am, and no longer my birthday at all, but once is never enough when it comes to sharing our passionate love.
Pretending to be sad, I summon up my best pout, and complain, "Oh darn, it's not my birthday anymore! And here I was thinking I wanted one of my presents again. Oh well." I try to keep from giggling as he reaches out and draws me firmly to him once more.
"Silly boy," he calls me fondly and I can't help but smile before my lips are caught in his. I know that we are, as usual, thinking the same thoughts, and very soon we are losing our separate selves as our souls meet and merge, dancing and singing with pure and endless joy.
My birthday only has meaning because it is something that he chose to discover, one of the many facts that he somehow sought out when we were still Gundam pilots. I had no recollection of anyone ever asking me what I wanted for it before he asked me that first time, but my answer then was the same as it is now.
There's nothing that I would wish to ask for, because *he's* all I'll ever need.
OWARI
Author's Notes:
1. This ficlet is dedicated to Azzie, the wonderful DragonMage, in thanks for her sweet stories and inspiring lemons! It's also dedicated to my little brother who gave my kitchen a "Big Red Spoon" like the one that Trowa's using here. My Chibis fight over the dang thing when we all cook dinner together, but it's always fun!
2. In case you didn't notice, this is my very first officially labeled (4+6) piece. Look for more -- lemon at that! -- soon for the two blondes from E-sama the Llama.
3. Regarding the pairings, yes, it was only a tiny mention for both of my other two favorite couples, but this is a "squick" issue for so many readers these days, I'm trying to be more careful about it. However, I added the seeds for a look at the other four men's lives in the year AC210, did anyone want me to think about those?
4. Muse-At-Work: Sometimes Erato seems to feel very soft and cuddly, and on the last day of June, 2001, she seemed to be in the mood for some sap and WAFF.
5. There's an alert system to find out when something of mine is available at GW Addiction or Sweet&Sweet! Sign up at EnigmaFanficUpdates-subscribe@yahoogroups.com , but I'm way behind on sending notices out. Gomenasai
Enigma
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