Category: Romance. Touch of lime.
Time: After the events in OCT
Pairing: 1+2
Disclaimer: Not out to make any money, just frisking about in the sandbox.
Archive: Ask me first please. /p>
Heero had remembered to turn on the cd player before tackling Duo. Now, some song with a lazy tempo played. Heero made note of the fact only because the bass line seemed to match the slowing heart-rate that beat strongly beneath his ear.
Duo laid sprawled back across the bed. Heero was laid out across him, head against the American's chest. His lover's impatient fingers had ravaged Duo's braid and the long chestnut hair was tangled around both their sweaty bodies. Duo knew Perfect Soldier Boy would never admit to it, but that Heero had a definite fetish when it came to his hair.
Stroking his fingers lightly along the rounded curve of Heero's shoulder, Duo thought about their earlier lovemaking. He'd been teasing Heero mercilessly on the basketball court and had been prepared for their coupling to be fast and furious. A sensual battle for dominance in which he would yield with delicious results.
However, Heero had surprised him, approaching their lovemaking with a tender thoroughness that left Duo breathless. Each caress had spoken of affection and a soul deep need that turned the experience from a purely physical form of release into an emotional catalyst.
Though they had been lovers for the past 10 months, Heero was still very closed lipped when it came to verbal expressions of affection. Duo had learned not to press the other boy. He missed the soft words that Trowa and Quatre seemed to exchange so freely but what Heero lacked in the verbal he made up for in the physical, so Duo learned to let well enough alone.
Heero's fingers trailed lightly along a lock of silky hair, tracing it as it curled across Duo's chest and down across his hip.
"You need to get it trimmed."
Duo yawned and stretched a little. "I promise I'll sit still long enough for you to take a knife to it tomorrow."
"Mmm"
Duo looked down at his lover's shadowed features. There was a tension in Heero's body that was out of place with his usual post coital mood.
Tilting his head a little Duo opened his mouth wanting to ask if everything was all right but Heero had gone still again.
A half hour passed quietly. The music in the cd player shifted a couple of times but Duo still startled a little when Heero reached over and toggled the remote, shutting the player off. Tilting his head a little so he could see Heero's dark blue eyes, Duo raised a curious brow. Heero shifted, turning his face up and meeting the curious glance his lover gave him.
"I was very angry with myself after Quatre got shot."
Duo blinked. His violet eyes taking on a confused expression. "We were all angry Heero. It was pretty senseless."
"No."
Duo shut his mouth on the rest of his soothing words, feeling a little frustrated but instead of closing him out, Heero continued.
"I was angry with myself because all I could think was how glad I was that it wasn't you."
Heero's dark blue eyes never left Duo's face as he spoke. The American boy went stock still. Even his breath caught in his chest. Those expressive violet eyes widened and Heero felt a pang that Duo could have so little confidence in the depths of his feelings.
"I... watched Trowa and I kept thinking to myself that I was glad it wasn't me, sitting there waiting desperately for word about you. As I was thinking that, I realized that Trowa had one comfort that I didn't. I... hadn't told you..." Heero paused for a moment looking away. When he turned his eyes back, Duo could see all the way into their depths. Heero's heart was bared in his eyes for the first time, making the blue seem as infinite as space itself.
"I love you."
Duo nearly shuddered. In that moment he felt more cherished and safe then he ever had in his life. Even the time when Heero had held him aloft from a 100 foot fall all those months ago was pale compared to this moment. Reaching up, Duo cupped the side of Heero's face greedily loosing himself in those beautiful eyes.
"I love you, Heero Yuy." Duo choked out on a whisper.
Heero nodded, then reached up, wrapping his arms around Duo and holding him in a near crushing embrace. Duo returned the hug, pressing his cheek tightly against his lover's face. The two young men clung to each other with a desperate intensity.
Laekin
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