25-May-2001
Title: It's In His Kiss
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (www.strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: songfic, shonen ai, sap, light angst
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: I promised that the next fic in my little 1+3 universe would be happier. Don't be fooled by the beginning. It isn't angst! Or, well, maybe it's super-light angst, but it's happily resolved. The "Shoop Shoop Song (It's In His Kiss)" is by Betty Everett. I hope you all enjoy it! I loved writing it because I love the song. In fact, expect more fics to oldies from me... especially from the Beach Boys and the great girl groups of the 60's. Note: If you've been keeping up with this universe, this particular story includes the "talk" that the past few fics have alluded to.
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Trowa sat on the edge of the pool table that Heero had brought with him when he'd moved in... the one that they'd used to live out a few fantasies... where they'd shared their first kiss. Those had been great moments for both of them, but things seemed to have changed recently. They were both in doubt about the relationship and whether it would be able to last. Trowa was sure it had a chance. After all, neither of them had ever been the type to fall in love before they'd found each other. So, for it to last even as long as it had must have meant something.
Reaching behind him to grab his cup of coffee with sugar, no cream, he took a small sip and smiled. There wasn't much that he needed to be happy and coffee did it. After Heero had introduced it to him, he'd begun to drink it a lot, equating it with his strong lover. Every sip was a memory just waiting to be relived.
At the moment, Heero was out of town. The company they worked at had decided that their long distance dealing with another company were becoming a bit of a problem. Since the problems involved Heero's department, he had been sent to straighten things out and intimidate them "just enough". He was due back in about an hour, and Trowa planned to spend the remainder of the time thinking about their relationship and what he might be able to do to figure out if Heero really loved him.
~Does he love me I want to know~
~How can I tell if he loves me so~
~Is it in his eyes?~
~Oh no! You'll be deceived~
~Is it in his sighs?~
~Oh no! He'll make believe~
~If you want to know if he loves you so~
~It's in his kiss~
~That's where it is~
Suddenly, Trowa felt intensely stupid. He didn't *need* to think about how to tell if Heero loved him. He knew it from every kiss. So, he just needed to get a kiss to reaffirm his faith in the relationship. Pulling his feet up onto the edge of the pool table, he rested the coffee mug back on the table and grabbed onto his toes and wiggled them in a childish gesture. Then, he whispered against his knees, "Heero, I miss you."
He heard the door open behind him and he jumped off the table, turning and assuming a martial arts stance before dropping his arms and scrambling over the top of the pool table toward the person who had just walked in: Heero.
~Is it in his face?~
~Oh no! That's just his charms~
~In his warm embrace?~
~Oh no! That's just his arms~
~If you want to know if he loves you so~
~It's in his kiss~
~That's where it is~
~It's in his kiss~
~That's where it is~
"You're home!" He threw himself at the other man, wrapping his arms around him and holding tight. "I missed you."
Heero smiled, dropping his suitcase beside him and shutting the door with his foot. "I missed you, too."
Trowa paused a moment, then looked up at the clock. "You're early. Your train should have just gotten back. What happened?"
With a smile, Heero gently caressed Trowa's cheek. "The train was late and there was someone who wanted to get on the train but they were at capacity. So, I sold the woman my ticket and got to the airport and took a flight. I stopped on the way back to pick something up for you." His smile even bigger, he pulled something from behind his back. It took a moment for Trowa to register what it was.
He grasped the plastic pot that held his favorite type of flowers: coelogyne pandurata orchids, a.k.a. black orchids. They were so beautiful, rare, hard to grow, and nearly impossible to find on the colonies despite their charming occasional misnomer of "*colony* pandurata" variety orchids. "Heero... thank you." He went to set the flowers down, then paused and felt the soil. "Did they say these had just been watered when you picked them up?"
Heero shook his head and came up behind him, grasping him around the waist and placing soft lips against his lover's neck. "Yes. They did. In fact, I watched them water them."
Trowa smiled and walked over to the closet, pulling out the vacuum cleaner and placing the orchids on the floor. When he stood, Heero gave him an odd look. Trowa ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. "They need to 'sleep' for about eight hours a day. Otherwise, they'll wilt and die. The soil's already mostly dry, so it shows that they're ready for their nap."
~Kiss him and squeeze him tight~
~Find out what you want to know~
~If it's love, if it really is~
~It's there in his kiss~
Pushing the closet door closed, Heero wrapped Trowa in a warm embrace. "I hate going places without you. It makes me realize what I'm missing." He suddenly pulled away. "But, maybe that's a good thing. Lately, have you been feeling... like we're... I want to say growing apart, but I think it's more like forgetting what we have?"
With a shake of his head, Trowa kissed Heero, both hands coming up to play in the soft tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck.
Heero enthusiastically kissed back, his own hands lovingly caressing Trowa's back. Every ounce of emotion that he'd ever allowed himself to feel beyond remorse, anger, and confusion was because of this man; the man that he loved. Perhaps he wasn't worthy, but he didn't care to question love.
~How 'bout the way he acts?~
~Oh no, that's not the way~
~You're not listenin' to all I say~
~If you wanna know~
~If he loves you so~
~It's in his kiss~
~That's where it is~
~Oh, It's in his kiss~
~That's where it is~
Without pause, the pair made their made to the pool table and sat on the edge, kissing all the way. Heero pulled back, only to lean in again and nuzzle against Trowa. "I love you."
Trowa grinned, ecstatic. "I knew you did. I love you, too. I just... need to hear it, feel it."
Heero nodded. "I keep trying to find where we stand. I can't seem get it into my mind that we can be in one relationship and have it be more than friends, yet *still* be friends."
Leaning his head against Heero's shoulder, Trowa took a deep breath. "I was trying to figure out exactly the same thing. I mean, we're not exactly complex people, I don't think. I live for you, now." He paused, smiling sadly. "I think I always did. I always knew that something better would come along; something that would make everything I ever went through worth it. And, you did. You still do, even when we can't figure things out."
~Kiss him and squeeze him tight~
~Find out what you want to know~
~If it's love, if it really is~
~It's there in his kiss~
Heero pulled him up to eye level and kissed him again; softly, sweetly, tender and showing every bit of love that they had ever shared. Trowa felt his eyes begin to water in the kiss, brief tears coming to his eyes as he realized how deeply his feelings ran for Heero and how much Heero felt for him in return. It was bliss to finally realize it.
When their connected lips were allowed to part, Trowa shivered, tightening his embrace about the other man. "I love you." He quietly sobbed, a single tear trailing down his cheek to drip onto Heero's shoulder. He drew in a deep breath, his lips pursing, then parting. He repeated his words: "I love you."
His lover held him near; comforting him and pressing soft kisses to the top of his head while he let emotion overcome him. Finally, he managed to settle himself and sat up to press his lips insistantly against Heero's. He tried to communicate it all; using his lips to say what his voice could not. He'd never been one to go overboard on expression, but the moment would not be denied. He was doing what needed to be done.
~How 'bout the way he acts?~
~Oh no, that's not the way~
~You're not listenin' to all I say~
~If you wanna know~
~If he loves you so~
~It's in his kiss~
~That's where it is~
~Oh, It's in his kiss~
~That's where it is~
They broke apart after some time, rapturous over the show of feelings that they had both displayed. Suddenly, Heero bolted up and away to his suitcase, digging around in it after breaking off the lock one-handed. He finally procured what he seemed to be looking for and ran back over to Trowa, his hand firmly behind his back. "You made me forget what I really came home early for." With a grin, he got down on one knee before Trowa and grasped one of his hands. "My love..." He pulled his hand from behind his back and revealed a small jewelry box. He flipped it open with his thumb and turned the box toward Trowa. "Will you..."
Trowa brought his other hand to gently touch the smooth platinum band that sat in the box. He didn't even hear the remainder of the question. "Will I... Hmm? I'm sorry. I wasn't even... Marriage, commitment, forever, I don't care. I love you. It's yes."
Heero grinned and removed the ring from the box, tossing it behind him to hit the vacuum cleaner that still sat by the closet. Gently grasping Trowa's hand in his own, he placed the ring upon his finger and slowly slid it up the length, delighting in the way Trowa smiled about it. When the task was complete, he stood. "I'll make an honest man out of you, Trowa Barton."
"The only way you'll make me honest is if you get rid of the Barton," was Trowa's reply.
Kissing his lover again, Heero stroked the side of his face. "Does this mean you'll be the bride and take my name? Catherine can be your maid of honor. After all, you were her's."
Trowa laughed briefly. "We'll see what we can do. I will *not* wear another dress. Catherine had her heart set on it, but after that fiasco with my train and the flower girl, I refuse to do so much as wear pantyhose for you."
Heero smiled at the memory. "Not even if we do what we did after the wedding... with you in only those pantyhose."
As Heero pressed against him in his arousal, Trowa gasped. "Okay, maybe then. But, never in public."
Shrugging, Heero pulled away a bit. "Okay. No pantyhose in public."
Trowa nodded. "Right."
They paused in the moment, reflecting on the evening's events. So much had happened... so much had been resolved. Nothing made sense, and things had probably gone too fast, but it didn't matter to the two whom were involved. They had reaffirmed their love for one another and now they were able to do something about it.
~Kiss him and squeeze him tight~
~Find out what you want to know~
~If it's love, if it really is~
~It's there in his kiss~
Heero smiled. "I'm marrying you." He delivered the message with a soft kiss.
With a come-hither grin, Trowa replied, "Damn right you are," before sliding his hands over Heero's butt and pulling him close for a devastatingly hot kiss that eventually left them shy of breath and devoid of a majority of their clothings. Like the beginnings of their relationships, things were fresh, new, and ultimately satisfying.
The remainder of the evening passed quickly, if not quietly.
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments10)
