Author: hostilecrayon
Pairing: 2+1+2, eventual 1=2
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very Little Angst (WHAT?!), tiny bit of sap
Disclaimer: I live with my parents and they pay for me to go to college. I'd like to know where you think I got the money to buy Gundam Wing.
Notes: I must admit, the first thing that popped into my head when I saw "Swing" was the song Swing Swing by the All American Rejects. But I'm supposed to be being nicer to them now, so I didn't go with that. ^.^;; Part VIII of the Growing Up Mini-Series. Written for the Swing challenge at the gw500 LJ Community.
One for the Books
Heero was the picture of the perfect gentleman that night. I had changed at least four times, and I hoped it didn't show. I was so nervous I was afraid I'd break into a cold sweat from it.
It's not that I was afraid that we wouldn't get along. We always did. I was afraid of living up to who we used to be. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't really wrap my head around starting over. It felt like an act; I still loved Heero as much as I did the moment I realized it – only more. We may have changed, but his soul was still as pure as it ever was. I could never stop loving Heero; not in a million years.
Despite that, the evening went well. I felt a little out of place with his new friends, but things went a lot better once Trowa showed up. I mentally thanked Heero for inviting him. I got the feeling he wasn't a regular on these outings.
Heero's friends were all good people, and it wasn't hard to get along with them. I was a little surprised, really. They all seemed to be very outgoing; not at all the kind of people I expected. They teased me a little, calling me Heero's Pride and Joy, but a sharp look from Heero killed that nickname real quick. I wondered just how much these people knew about me.
We drank quite a bit, and it was pretty late when the group split up. While Heero was saying his goodbyes, Trowa came to stand next to me.
"Don't break his heart again." His voice was low, but his expression stayed neutral, watching Heero make one final goodbye.
I couldn't help myself. I just stared at him.
"I told him the same thing. I mean it. I never thought I'd see the day that Heero Yuy broke down. Quatre could feel you for weeks. We don't want to do it again." I flushed, averting my eyes, but he put a hand on my shoulder, and I was forced to look up again. His green eyes were full of regret, sadness, and just a little hope. "You two are good for each other. Try harder."
With that, he left me to wait for Heero.
Heero looked around as he approached. "Where did Trowa go?"
"He took off. Disappointed?"
He snorted. "No."
"So... what now?"
"I thought we could take a walk." He looked a little sheepish, and I almost laughed.
"It's your date."
"It's our date." He mock glared at me, and I did laugh then.
Just slightly more than buzzed, we made our way down the street in an unhurried fashion, 'accidentally' touching every few steps. A bump of the shoulder, a brush of the hips; innocent, but stimulating all the same.
Not quite fifteen minutes later, we came upon a park, and I followed Heero across the grass to the sandbox. He took a seat on a swing, and I followed suit.
"Did you ever play on the swings as a kid?" The question came out of nowhere, and I had to think about it for a minute before answering him.
"A few times. When I was at the church. You?"
He looked away, his eyes not really seeing the fence in his direct line of vision. "No." I thought he would leave it at that, but then, "I never had... normal things like that."
I squeezed his shoulder to let him know I was there, and it was enough to break the daze he was in. He shook his head a little and looked at me. "So, what kind of things do you like?"
I blinked a little. "What is this? Get-to-know-you hour?"
"Well, it's only our first date. I think it would be best if we got to know each other better so future dates will go smoother." A forward Heero. I never would have guessed.
I rolled my eyes a little at his game, but I was more than willing to go along with it, so I smirked and said, "Things I like?" He nodded. "I like Asian guys. Preferably Japanese."
"Oh yeah? Have you been with a Japanese guy before?"
"Once."
He smiled. "What was that like?"
"Well, he had this thing for green tank tops and spandex. It was rather hot, though it is ridiculous attire for everyday wear." He smirked at my answer, and we sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the stars.
He caught my eye again and held my gaze, a serious air sweeping over his features. "And what happened?"
I turned away and stared at the foot-made rut under the empty swing next to me. "I'm... not really sure. We just stopped communicating one day. I didn't try hard enough. Then, one day, he was gone."
"I'm sorry, Duo. I didn't try hard enough, either."
And suddenly he was in front of me. One hand was gently laid over mine, and the other touched my cheek hesitantly. He squatted down until we were at eye level, and his blue eyes were stormy and uncertain. He moved towards me slowly, but he stopped several inches away, asking without words.
For a brief moment, I thought it might be a bad idea to move so fast, but before I could even stop to think about it, my body reacted, and I pressed my lips against his, taking the decision out of his hands.
Tentative fingers slipped into my braid and I wrapped my free hand around his waist, pulling him closer. He gasped at the sudden movement, and I took that opportunity to slip my tongue between his partially parted lips.
I think I moaned a little. He tasted of pizza and cheap beer. He tasted of parmesan cheese and crushed red peppers. He tasted of Heero.
How I'd missed the taste.
When we finally broke apart, he went back to his swing a kicked off with a warm smile. I again followed suit, and I felt the pull of the weak substitute for flying.
That night, we had our second first date, Heero played on the swings for the first time, and for the first time in over I year, I thought things might actually work out for the better.
Though the pull from the swing was only a substitute, we flew together for the rest of the night.
OWARI
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