21-Jun-2001
Title: Too Soon, Or Maybe Too Late
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: fluff, WAFF, sap, shonen ai
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: The events of this story are all real. They happened to somebody else, and could have been the beginning of a beautiful relationship like I'm writing this as. However, the real person who did this was not Trowa, and was not quite this wonderful, and deserved the multiple kicks in "sensitive" places that he later received. Another part of my sweet, sappy Heero/Trowa universe that I want to be an old lady in. Enjoy.
Cold-fingered hands, cold because of the nippy air outside, finished jotting off the note on the inside of a box cover. Closing the box, he paid for his purchase with a nod, leaving before the boy behind the counter could hand him his change, meager though the amount was.
He rushed home, trenchcoat streaming behind him as he ran, box in hand. The distance wasn't much, but he was still in unfamiliar territory as he hadn't ventured through this area much. But, he took the street in long strides and was soon in front of his own front door. He didn't fumble as he took the key from his pocket, but still paused, taking a deep breath, before sliding it into the lock, turning the key and pocketing it as he stepped through the door.
There he was.
Heero was seated at the counter in the meager kitchenette with the morning paper and his cup of coffee. As the door opened, he looked up, then smiled. "Good morning, Trowa. I thought you'd still be in bed."
Trowa held up the box of doughnuts. "The few times that I get up early enough to see you before you head off to work, we never get to go have breakfast together. So, I figured, if we can't go for breakfast, I'll make breakfast come to us. Here." He handed over the box.
Carefully, Heero held the box in one hand while he folded the paper with the other. The box was set down on the counter and was opened. Heero had been about to reach for a doughnut out of the half-dozen when the writing on the inside of the box caught his eye. He read the words, then looked up at Trowa who was hanging up his jacket on the coatrack. "You... Would you mind reading it out loud to me? I just want to have a memory of you saying it."
Trowa grabbed the lid of the box and began to read with a smile. "Heero. These doughnuts represent what I want for us. Not just breakfast, but everything. A plain cake doughnut for a sturdy foundation. One powdered because we're all a little flaky sometimes. One crueller for that foriegn flair. One glazed devil's food to allow us to be devilish. One chocolate topped just because it's chocolate. One vanilla topped because we all need a bit of cream sometimes. These are the things I want to share with you. Because, maybe it's too soon to say, or maybe too late to hold back, but I love you and I want to share the rest of my life and all of these doughnuts with you. Trowa."
Heero was losing his composure quickly. "Trowa..."
Throwing the box top on the counter, Trowa threw his arms around Heero and hugged him close. "If you cry, I'm eating the whole crueller."
Laughing quietly, Heero pulled away and placed a chaste kiss on Trowa's lips. "Wanna grab a knife? I'll cut them all in half."
"Sure." Grabbing a knife from the drawer, he slid it across the counter to Heero who split each doughnut in two almost identical pieces.
Heero set down the knife and picked up half of the plain cake doughnut. "To a sturdy foundation?"
Trowa picked up the other half and touched it to Heero's half. "To a sturdy foundation." He bit off a good bit and chewed thoughtfully, watching the crumbs find their way all over Heero's shirt.
Then they'd finished off all but the vanilla topped doughnut together, Heero noted the time. "Ah, I have to get to work. I'll see you later, okay?"
Popping an errant sprinkle in his mouth, Trowa smiled. "You bet."
Heero walked around the counter and placed another soft kiss on Trowa's lips. "We should have breakfast more often."
Trowa nodded and kiss Heero again. "I'll make the coffee if you go get the doughnuts."
Heero nodded and grabbed his coat, picking up his briefcase and rushing out the door.
Leaning against the counter, Trowa grinned and grabbed Heero's coffee mug, taking the last sip as his own. "Love you."
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments8)
