12-Jun-2000
Title: A Sappy Out-take
Author: TB
Archive: Yes please GW Addiction
Category: as indicated--sap, and shonen-ai
Pairing(s): Quatre/Trowa, Duo/Heero
Rating: G (unless you think shonen-ai is adult
material, in which case this becomes PG)
Warnings: NONE! Hah! I knew I could do it.
Spoilers: nope
Notes: Hi hi! Usually when I'm blocked on my other fics I end
out writing out-takes... which, unsurprisingly, led to
this bit of sappiness. I won't bore you with the rest
of the story (which there really isn't, that was
basically the story in toto, but it sounded
considerate, right?) ^_^;
Feedback: please and thank you!
Disclaimers: :( TB has no claim to GW. TB does not
profit from borrowing GW to write stories. TB is sad.
:(
"Trooooowa," Quatre whined. "Can't you please get me some ice for my ankle?"
Trowa's eyes were a little hard as he glanced up from the book he'd been *attempting* to read. "Can't you please get it for yourself?" he returned, through clenched teeth--but he did manage to keep his tone polite.
Quatre's wide blue eyes were tragic. "The ice feels colder when *you* get it," he pleaded.
Trowa ground his teeth together. Then he stared at Quatre for a long moment--and suddenly the agitation melted away, and he smiled--a little. He stood. "Keep that foot elevated," he admonished gently, bending to kiss the boy's forehead. "Honestly, sometimes I think you're utterly hopeless." He headed to the kitchen.
Quatre smiled dreamily after his love--then turned a wicked grin to Duo, who was valiantly attempting to stifle his sniggers. "You got all of that?" he asked archly.
Duo burst into laughter. "That was terrific, Q-man!"
Heero frowned, confused. "*I* didn't get it," he said pointedly. "What was the point of making Trowa get the ice for your twisted ankle? You can walk just fine."
"Quatre was just making sure Trowa still loves him," Duo explained to the glowering Wing pilot. "It's an art--and a game. Someday you'll get it... although, maybe not." He glanced down at the fist clenched on the tail end of his braid, and sighed. "No, probably not."
"I *still* don't understand, Duo," Heero reminded him. "You didn't explain anything!"
Duo exchanged a look with Quatre. The radiant little blonde shrugged. "It's like this, Heero," the Arabian offered, stretching out a little more on the couch he reclined on, with his left foot propped up by pillows. "Every so often, it's nice to just have a little reassurance that the person you love hasn't gotten--well, tired of you. Trowa *could* have made me go get the ice all on my own. But he was sweet and he's getting it for me instead, even though he knows just as well as I do that I could have gotten it all by myself, and without any trouble."
A dark eyebrow raised. "So to test Trowa, you interrupted his reading, annoyed him, and tried to trick him all in one?"
Quatre rolled his eyes. "You're right. You *don't* get it."
"The point is that I don't mind, really," the elegant long-banged pilot interjected, having overheard their conversation as he returned with a towel-wrapped, freezing bundle. He sat beside Quatre's feet and fussily arranged the ice to his satisfaction. "If I *did* mind, it would indicate that something is missing in our relationship."
"Missing?" Heero seemed surprised. He looked at Duo. "You never do things like that to me," he noted.
Duo's smile slipped for a second. "Actually, I do," he retorted, grin back in place just as quickly as it had disappeared. "You never notice." He laughed, and wormed into Heero's arms. "S'okay, though. I like you how you are."
Heero frowned.
Later that evening, Heero wandered into the bedroom he shared with Duo, when the braided colonist wasn't up all night playing those antiquated Super Nintendo games. Duo was plopped on his stomach in the centre of their bed, flipping disinterestedly through a girlie magazine and reading all the sex articles.
Heero tapped him on the shoulder. "Duo?"
"Yeah?" Duo turned a page. He paused, and pulled at a little tab on a perfume advertisement, bending to sniff. He wrinkled his nose, and hurriedly turned the page again.
"Duo, could you do me a favour?"
"Sure. Can it wait a sec? I'm almost done with this story on the medical causes of PMS."
He plucked at Duo's sleeve a couple of times. "Duo... please? Can you do it now?"
"Just a sec, okay? I said I'm almost do--"
"Duo! It'll only *take* a second!"
With an irritated sigh, Duo threw the magazine to the far end of the bed, and sat up. "What is it, Heero?"
The Wing pilot hesitated. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
Duo sighed. "No. I don't mind, honestly. There are some things I don't really wanna know about girls, anyway." He smiled. "What is it you want me to do?"
Heero sat beside him on the bed. "Could you kiss me?" he asked softly.
Duo's eyes widened. Then suddenly he laughed, and took Heero's face between his hands, pressing several feather-light, open-mouthed kisses on the other boy's lips.
Heero managed to prolong the last one for a few delightful seconds, then pulled Duo close and held him for a while. Duo squirmed so that he fit perfectly in the circle of Heero's arms. "Heero," he said.
"Mmm?" He was enjoying the warmth of the lithe body curled against his chest and thighs.
"Thank you. For interrupting me, annoying me, and trying to trick me all in one."
Heero felt a smile tugging his mouth. "Any time. If this is the result, maybe all the time."
Duo buried his nose in Heero's neck and hid his grin. "Mission accepted."
The End
(:./erin/sappy)
