1-May-2001
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. They are owned by Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency.
Pairings: 3 + 2 (or 2 + 3) they haven't made up their minds yet.
Rating: R for language
Warning: Still in the shonen-ai stage.
We were standing in front of the coffee pot, sharing our first kiss when a constant, loud buzzing filled the air, and interrupted us.
"I thought it was supposed to be bells you hear, not alarms," I couldn't resist joking, although we both knew it had to be bad news. Our pagers were vibrating loudly and ‘walking' their way toward the end of the kitchen table, where we had laid them the night before.
They were displaying the ‘get your butt back now' code. So we got our butts back.
Wouldn't you know it, Oz was on the rampage and we didn't see each other for another couple of weeks. We don't even have a love life yet, and already Oz is screwing it up. Another reason to add to my list why I hate Treize Khushrenada.
I'll bet his love life never gets interrupted.
The next time we were together was at the latest safe house we were all to meet at. There was only time for us each to grab a quick shower, a change of clothes and a hot meal before we got a couple of hours sleep. One big room with bunk beds and a couch. This was not a scenario that was conducive to romance. All we had time for were a few stolen kisses outside the house.
I wonder if Quatre saw us. Because for the rest of the time we spent there, he'd look at Trowa, then at me and back at Trowa and he had this funny little smirk on his face. He even winked at me when I noticed him looking at us. Oh well, it's not something we expected to keep secret for long anyway. Not that Quatre would gossip.
I was starting to wonder just what the hell was going on with Oz. Their offensive would be hot and heavy for a few weeks, then they would pull back and there would be a week or two where there was little fighting done except for isolated skirmishes. I have to hand it to the Alliance rebels, they're not as easy to defeat as Oz thought they would be.
I mean, I know we were doing as much damage to their supply lines as possible and we certainly took out as many factories as we could find. But I was beginning to think they were having other problems. It's hard to know what's going on outside your own little world when you don't have the time for the news reports. I was too busy to watch TV anyway. As we all were.
And almost like clockwork, the fighting stopped.
It was my idea to go to the lakeside cabin, not only did we like it there, but that was where we had left an unfinished kiss behind.
I was a bundle of nerves, butterflies on the inside and jello on the outside. He looked good, damned good. And he looked calm. How can anybody stay calm at a time like this?
"Oh, look! We don't have to share a room this time," I nervously teased, acting like I was going in the smaller bedroom. The room had a new bed and a new look. Now, it sported its own fluffy, goose down comforter and pillows.
Trowa just smiled as he turned me around and led me to the other bedroom.
To tell the truth, I wasn't just flustered about the two of us finally having some time alone together. I was kind of afraid that he was going to say that after all the time we spent apart, he realized he really didn't feel that way about me. That it was a temporary crush or something. I found out later that he was worried I was going to tell him the same thing.
Now where would he get a crazy idea like that?
I am not what you would call a bashful or retiring kind of guy, but with standing in the bedroom, with Trowa in front of me and the bed next to me, my mouth went dry, I couldn't talk and my body felt like lead.
"Are you hungry?"
"Huh?" I know Trowa said something because I saw his lips move. Damn I was going deaf too!
"I asked if you were hungry," he repeated. Then he wrapped his arms around me and brought me to him in a tight embrace, "damn, I've missed you."
That was all I needed to hear. His words melted away my fears and I was no longer nervous. So I did what any smart guy like me would do, I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed the hell out of him.
The day was pleasantly warm and sunny so instead of eating inside, we had a picnic. I laid out the old blanket under a tree while he brought the food. I went back inside for the plates, utensils and the drinks. We then sat down to eat.
Trowa makes the best fried chicken, light and crunchy on the outside, tender and moist on the inside. He made potato salad too, but without mayonnaise. He cooked the potatoes with onion and bacon. Then added vinegar and something else (he wouldn't tell me what it was, he said it was the secret of the recipe). It may not sound good, but it is great.
"You know, I'm beginning to think you're only after me for my cooking," he grinned.
"Numpht turpdks," ok so he caught me with my mouth full.
"What was that you said? I'm sorry, I don't speak garble," he said with a soft chuckle.
"I was trying to say that's not true, even if I didn't love you, I'd still love your cooking."
His answer was to that was to wipe the vinegar sauce off my face with his napkin, lean me over on my back and then kiss the hell out of me.
We were sitting under the tree on the old blanket watching the sailboats on the lake. Trowa was leaning against the trunk (there was a pillow between him and it, do you have any idea how hard bark feels when you lean against it?). I was between his legs, laying against him.
"I've been curious about something," I yawned, "remember the first time we were here?"
"Of course, like it was yesterday. Duo, what are you getting at?" he pulled me around to look at him.
"Well, I know you could see I was disappointed when I saw you here . . ."
"Right . . . and I must say it really irritated me," he answered.
"It did? Why? But that explains the funny look you gave me."
"I was looking forward to a week of relaxing and enjoying myself and here you showed up. I thought I was going to spend the week listening to you whine about Heero. And ask me for advice."
"You mean it's not because you . . ."
"No."
"So why did you make me breakfast, and teach me how to fish and swim?"
"Because I didn't want to try your cooking, I'd heard rumors about it. And I thought that teaching you to fish was a good way to fill our time here. AND I wouldn't have to listen to you moon over you-know-who."
"But whenever we'd go fishing afterward, you were always asking me how things were going with him?"
"At first it was because we became friends and I didn't like seeing you so disappointed and hurt all the time. Later it was because I was waiting to hear you say you were giving up on him. Because by then, I knew how I felt about you."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You patiently waited for me to come to my senses while I impatiently waited for Heero to feel something for me. I just realized about those times I'd ask you if there was someone in your life, and how silent you would get. I'm sorry," I leaned into his chest and put my arms around him, "how can I ever make that up to you?"
"I have a few things in mind, come on and let's go back inside. I hear a big fluffy comforter calling our names," he kissed me sweetly, like there was no apology necessary. He pulled me up and we headed back inside the cabin.
There would be no interruptions this time. I'd already turned off the pagers.
TBC
End of Part 4
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