16-Apr-2001
Title: A Day of Bliss
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction.
Category: shonen ai, fluff
Pairings: 1+3 (mentions of 1x3/3x1), 5xS, 4x?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: If set after the war by a few years, but no real spoilers.
Notes: I've always wanted to write a 1+3, and this is my first attempt. Blame it on Babaca, though. She's actually responsible for a lot of my Trowa pairings. Consider that a dedication. *grin* This was going to be a songfic, but the song I wanted to use would have complicated it too much, so I'll use the song for a POV fic, most likely. Enjoy, guys.
"You're beautiful."
Heero looked up from the Monopoly game that he had running on his computer. He blushed under his lover's gaze, shutting down the game with a quick tap of his fingers. "Hn. You're just saying that because you want me to get back in bed because your feet are cold. I'm getting you socks for your birthday. A pair of slippers if you're good."
Trowa laughed lightly, pushing back his fall of hair to grin rakishly at Heero. "I'm going to get you a non-illegal version of that game you're playing."
"Hn. I am not playing a game."
Biting his lower lip, Trowa crooked his finger, motioning for Heero to come over to him. When he did, Trowa grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed. "First of all, I know for a fact that you had all of the railroads just by the way your eyes lit up. Second, you always start all of your sentences with 'Hn,' when you're lying to me. Third, I love you and all of my socks are in the wash and because you left the bed at 5:30 this morning to go grocery shopping because you wanted to get the good carrots before anyone else, you owe me warm feet since you robbed me of cuddle time. Get your tush under these covers and warm me up."
Heero pouted. "They didn't even have any good carrots this morning. They just had turnips. I hate turnips."
"And I hate cold feet. Snuggle time! Please? It's our day off."
After a moment of gazing at his lover, Heero stood and walked over to his computer. He was about to sit down when he happened to see Trowa looking at him, pathetic in his shiny-eyed blinking and whimpering. With a sigh, he shut down his laptop and toed off his shoes, padding over to the bed and sliding in behind Trowa. "There. Are you happy now?"
Trowa snuggled back against him. "Almost." Heero yelped as Trowa's cold feet made contact with his ankles. "There. Happy now."
"Hn. I don't know why I put up with you."
"There you go lying again. You love me, and you know it."
Heero draped an arm over Trowa's bare stomach, unconsciously beginning to rub his thumb along the edge of his lover's red cotton boxers. "Do you know it?"
Sighing softly, and happily, Trowa nodded. "Yeah, I do. Do *you* know that I love *you*?"
Heero nodded, kissing Trowa's shoulder. "Yeah." He lay his head against the pillow, burying his face in Trowa's hair, wrinkling his nose as Trowa wriggled into a more comfortable position, the hair tickling him.
Trowa slid one hand out from under his pillow, grasping Heero's hand that still stroked at his single item of clothing, and clasping it gently in his own, pulling it to his chest. Heero's fingers were cold from the fact that the house was always kept a few degrees below what normal people liked in order to keep the computers from overheating as much. The temperature discouraged annoying visitors as well. Those who were wanted knew better than to ask for the temperature to be upped; they simply wore sweatshirts and brought blankets whenever they were coming over.
The phone rang, breaking the peaceful silence that the pair so loved. Trowa groaned and pulled away from Heero to grasp the receiver and bring it to his ear, his other hand still grasping Heero's. "Hello?"
There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke. "Hmm... yeah, I think so. Why?"
A longer pause. "Yeah, hold on. I'll ask him." Trowa turned to Heero. "Duo wants to know if we want to go to the annual Preventer picnic. Wufei and Sally are bringing their kids, and Quatre got a new member of his family and wants us to be godparents." Trowa grinned slightly, knowing that kids were Heero's greatest weakness.
Heero groaned. "Hn. I don't want to see any kids today."
Trowa turned back to the phone. "We'll be there, Duo. What time did you say, again?"
Laughing ever-so-slightly, Heero tickled his lover just as he was hanging up the phone. "I know, I know. The 'Hn,' thing. When did you get so perceptive?"
Having released Heero's hand, Trowa squirmed around in the bed until he was facing Heero. "Probably around the time I fell in love with you and stopped being dense and depressed long enough to realize it."
"End of the war, right?"
Trowa nodded. "It's funny... The whole time we were fighting, I thought my cause was my colony, then, after it was over, I realized it was my colleague. You were my hero..."
"I still am your Heero."
"Not like that, I mean..."
"Shh. I know what you mean." Heero slid one hand up to cup at Trowa's face, lightly tracing the lines of the features that he knew so well. His fingers brushed against the soft lips several times before moving out of the way to allow Heero's lips to take their place. As Heero pulled away, he spoke again. "Picnic, huh? Want to go for ice cream afterward?"
Trowa nodded and pressed his lips softly to Heero's, then burrowed his way between Heero's neck and the pillows.
Heero snorted, letting one hand go to Trowa's back to rest, occasionally tracing random patterns on top of the skin, the other buried somewhere beneath Trowa's pillow. The situation felt so natural, but a year or two earlier, any type of contact like it would have him running to Dr. J to figure out what it was supposed to mean. The relationship had been hard to form; mostly difficult in that neither of them were sure of what they were supposed to do or feel, but they had managed to stumble through just fine. They'd been together for just under three years, and every moment had been wonderful. They were prone to silence, but, together, they learned how to better express their feelings. They learned one another's likes and dislikes, observed each other constantly...
And the sex was great, too. Heero blushed slightly at remembering the first time they had tumbled between the sheets together. He had blushed a lot more then because he had no clue as to what he was doing. His sexual experience included masturbation about a few scant fantasies involving nameless, genderless, faceless people, and a few people trying to cop a feel at various times. Trowa had little more experience, but had seen enough of the act to have a bit of a clue as to what to do. That first joining had been on the painful side for both of them, but it led to better experiences in the future. Now, they knew their partners so well that a few whispered words and gentle caresses to sensitive areas of skin were enough to bring about their pleasure, but they often went far beyond that.
Trowa pulled his head away from Heero's neck to raise an eyebrow at him. "What are you thinking about?"
Heero smirked. "What do you think?"
"I think you're thinking naughty things, and I think you need a spanking for it."
Heero leaned forward slightly and licked Trowa's nose. "I think you need one."
Trowa laughed. "Maybe later." He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, then wrinkled said nose in Heero's direction.
They lay silently for a moment longer before Heero asked, "So, do you want to go play Monopoly? I have the Gundam edition on the computer downstairs."
"Ah, maybe."
Heero knew how to make him agree. "I'll let you wear my socks."
Trowa bit his lower lip, then nodded. "Okay. But, if I get one of the spaceports, you can't buy it off me for anything! And, no hacking the game so you win." He paused. "I call Wing Zero!" With that, he pulled away from Heero and threw the covers off, racing out the door.
Tossing the covers off of himself, Heero followed fast, calling, "No! Wing Zero is mine! You can have Epyon!"
The remainder of the day was spent in united bliss, both parties enjoying their day off from work.
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments9)
