If cute makes you nauseous, you might think about skipping this part. It's kinda necessary to the story, but you wouldn't miss much. What it has is an alarming amount of syrup, goo and sugar. This is not my fault, I swear! Heero and Duo threatened to nuke the chocolate mine if I didn't let them play, so... well, I kinda had to.
Anywho, I warned you, and I don't want any grumbling if you read it anyway. (Can I have my mine back now?)
Blue Forest Banshee Part 57
Heero exploded. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever heard!" He glared at me. I don't much like that glare, not when it's aimed at me in anger. And Heero was definitely angry.
But being the idiotic Banshee that I am, I couldn't back away.
"Wufei is jealous of your connection with your family. He sees --"
"Bullshit!"
That startled me into a momentary silence; I've never heard Heero use that word before. I mean, he swears, but it's almost always in Japanese or the Wyvern language. He hardly ever uses English words.
"He's got a family that cares about him! Parents, brothers and sisters; they want him to be with them, to have a place with them! I have none of that! How can he possibly be jealous of me?!" He stormed across the room, hands clenching and unclenching furiously. "All he has to do is go home!"
And there was the other side of it. Heero was jealous of Wufei and the family he had walked away from. Oh, yeah, I told myself, it's a "Dragon thing" all right.
"Sure he could go home," I dared to say, "if he didn't mind someone else telling him what to do, who to be with and how many children to have. You really think Wufei would put up with that?"
Heero has to know all this, he's just being contrary, his version of whining. He doesn't do it very often, he doesn't really mean it, and I'm not sure anyone else has even noticed it. I notice I guess because he gets a certain look in his eyes. Like his feelings are hurt, or he's feeling a little lost. Goddess knows I've seen that look in my own eyes often enough. I'd noticed it the day before, when Trowa was greeting his family and was being swarmed by loving relatives.
Heero has a grandmother who loves him to death, but his parents are gone, and that hurts him more than he cares to admit, I think.
"Come on, Heero. Would you be anxious and eager to go home if your grandmother was going to tell you what to do, where to go, and who to hang out with? Be logical." Oh, I was pushing it.
He snarled at me. Actually snarled.
I stood my ground, even though my instinct for self-preservation was screaming at me to run for my life, and returned my most innocent wide-eyed look. "Heero, he hurts as much as you do, as much as I do, just in a slightly different way." I stepped closer, still holding my flowers. "Are we going to fight? And argue about whose family is better or worse?"
His glare began to break up and he hooked one arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I laid my head on his shoulder, stroking his arm lightly.
"So," he rumbled after several minutes of silence, "what you're saying is that I'm being pissy, right?"
"Yep. And you're much too elegant, aristocratic and dignified to be pissy."
The rumble changed to a throaty laugh. "Banshee, do you know how close you came to being sushi?"
I kissed his cheek. "Not very close at all and you know it," I replied with a smirk.
He hugged me close and I just wallowed in it for several minutes. Damn, I love making up!
And then I had a wild idea.
"Heero," I began hesitantly, "these are beautiful and I understand the message..." I buried my face in the lovely flowers to inhale their perfume. "But I think someone else needs... a gesture right now." He cocked his head to look at me curiously. "Would you be mad if I shared a couple with Wufei?"
For a long moment, Heero just stared at me. Then he said quietly, his voice thrumming with emotion, "I love you."
I ducked my head and leaned into him. "Is that a 'yes'?"
He shifted suddenly and bumped my hip, throwing me off balance, and all at once, I was hanging in his arms, staring up at the ceiling. Heero's face was only inches from mine as he smirked down at me.
"Kiss," he demanded.
Since I had the hand with my flowers thrown across his back and my other hand clamped like a vise on his arm, I wasn't in any position to argue. If I had wanted to, I mean.
I returned the smirk and closed my eyes. "Oh, yeah..." His lips touched mine and I just melted.
I was light-headed, breathless and limp as a dishrag when he finally lifted his mouth from mine.
"Heero," I panted, "if that's your idea of one kiss, I'm going to need to carry an oxygen tank! Oh, my..."
He grinned at me, chuckling darkly. "I think I like you this way. No arguing, no changing the subject, no slipping away. I could get used to having you like this."
I glared at him, and swatted his head lightly with the flowers. "Hey, there; let's get back on track here."
This time he laughed, but he swung me back to a locked and upright position. My head did a little dance before settling and I hung onto him for a moment.
"Yes, my generous Banshee," he murmured, nuzzling my neck. "Share the flowers with the other pissy Dragon."
"I'm glad you're being nice again," I teased.
"Oh, I think I can afford to be nice, and generous as well. After all, I have you and he doesn't."
"Wufei has Trowa, though."
Heero snorted. "And if either of them bothered to look at the other, they could have a very nice relationship together. Don't even think it," he warned when I opened my mouth eagerly. "They don't see it; they won't see it. Maybe they will one day."
I guess I still looked like I wanted to try it, because he said, "You trust Tiffany's judgment, don't you?" I nodded. "She is the one who explained it to me. If it's meant, then one day they will discover it themselves."
"Okay," I agreed reluctantly. If Tiffany had taken the time to observe the dynamics between Wufei and Trowa, and had pronounced them off-limits, then I had to go along with her. She's almost famous for her matchmaking skills. "She does know better."
I began unwrapping the flowers.
TBC...
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