Blue Forest Banshee Diversions Part 49
ii kibarashi - Running Wild
Duo flopped bonelessly into his chair with a groan of... well, epic proportions.
Everyone looked up as the Banshee sprawled back, one arm flung theatrically over his eyes.
Heero came around his desk, heading for his Banshee. "What happened to you?" he asked with a frown, noting the faded, cut-off jeans shorts, billowing white shirt and woven leather sandals. He'd been wearing black jeans, a purple t-shirt and his black boots when he left the office earlier.
"Recovering from a bout of hoof in mouth," Duo sighed.
Heero stopped next to him. "A bout of... what?"
Duo lowered his arm and cracked one eye at the Wyvern. "Hoof in mouth. You know, open mouth, insert foot."
"That still makes no sense."
"He means," clarified Tiffany with a snort, "That he made a verbal 'oopsy'."
Heero glared at the Witch. "Oopsy" made even less sense and Heero was Not In The Mood to be teased, not after the past two weeks.
Duo sighed again and flung his feet up and into Heero's semi-lap. The Wyvern perched himself on the edge of Duo's desk and obligingly collected his feet, stripping off the ridiculous sandals.
"Where did these come from?" Duo preferred boots or bare feet, not this sort of twee footwear.
"Enrique let me borrow them. I couldn't get my boots on."
"I thought you were having lunch with Teal."
"I was. Or at least I started out to. But he runs three times a week during lunch and this happened to be one of those days. So I decided to run with him."
"Okay... Still doesn't explain the 'hoof in mouth' thing."
"Well... I'm not quite sure what happened..." Duo said reluctantly. "We were changing, and talking, and somehow... I do remember the phrase 'a guy your age' coming out of my mouth..."
Tiffany burst out with a loud bray of laughter, slapping her desk and nearly over-turning her chair. Heero glared at her, stroking Duo's feet gently.
"Holy shit, Duo!" she exclaimed when she could get her breath. "'Insert foot'; you inserted your whole damn leg, didn't you!"
Duo colored a brilliant pink. "Uh... yeah," he agreed.
Heero gave him a Look. "What. Happened."
"Teal gave me a tongue-lashing about respecting one's elders and then demonstrated to me 'a guy his age'."
"Duo..."
"He ran my ass into the freaking dirt..." he admitted with a shake of his head.
"How far?" demanded Tiffany.
"To Shepard's Point and back," he groaned.
"Duo! That's almost ten miles one way!" she cried. "You idiot!"
Heero rumbled. "Do I need to have a few words with Teal?" he murmured in an odd tone. His expression was a bit odd too... A weird cross between a snarling dog and a... a... snickering Wyvern.
"Hey! Are you laughing at me?! My feet are killing me! I can barely walk! Do you know how long it took me to climb those fucking steps?!"
Heero snorted, as much to cover his amusement as to express his annoyance at Teal for taking the Banshee to task - without letting Heero in on it first. He sat back on the desk and began to rub Duo's feet with more purpose. Poor, tired feet...
The Banshee's glare wobbled then dissolved with a moan.
A tentative throat-clearing reminded them that they weren't the only ones in the office.
"But... don't you both run several times a week?" asked Estaban curiously. The Banshee acted like he was dying, but he was in great physical shape.
"Oh, man," groaned Duo. "That's on the track or the path around the lake. This was twenty miles, round trip, on asphalt roads! The only thing worse is concrete!"
Estaban didn't run; the closest he came was walking around the block a few times with Portia every evening. He nodded anyway; obviously there were levels of running that he didn't understand, being a fairly decent porter as well as a first class broom-rider.
Heero rumbled contentedly, massaging the Banshee's noticeably warm and slightly puffy feet. Nice feet... His Banshee had very nice feet. No calluses or cracks... Smooth and silky... He lifted one foot and rubbed his cheek against the instep. Nice and soft... "Poor angel," he smirked. "Shall I assume you don't feel like walking home?" he purred.
"I may never walk again! Just clear off a desk and I'll sleep here," Duo sighed.
Tiffany snorted. "And they say women are overly-dramatic!"
Duo peered around Heero at her, noting absently that Heero seemed to be enjoying himself... quite a lot... "Hey! I'm working the sympathy card here, if you don't mind!"
"Then just ask him to carry you, idiot!"
"My way's more fun," he huffed. "But since you've already ruined my act... Heero... Will you carry me? Please? My feet really are sore..." He batted his lashes at the Wyvern and won a full grin, as well as a delicate flicker of lizard-tongue across the bottom of his foot. He gasped and nearly whimpered. "Heero...!"
"Of course." Heero reached down to work his hands under Duo's butt and then scooped him up in his arms. Duo squawked briefly before wrapping arms and legs around the grinning Wyvern. "But I think we'll take the scenic route home."
Obligingly, Tiffany pushed open the doors to the balcony, then bowed them through. "Have a fun weekend," she laughed. "Remember Duo; you need to be able to sit down on Monday."
He stuck his tongue out at her as Heero walked past and began to morph. "Later Tiff; see you, Estaban."
She made a shooing motion. "Just go, before I have to break out a fire hose."
Estaban stared after them, a rather novel idea sniffing around the door to his brain. "Um... Do you mind if I leave, as well?" he asked slowly. "Portia's been complaining of how sore her feet are..."
"And you haven't been giving her foot rubs? Pig!" accused Tiffany with a grin. "Yeah, sure," she waved a hand at the door. "Go home and be nice to the mother of your child. And be grateful she hasn't set fire to your nose lately."
The Wizard mumbled an absent 'thank you' and hurried out.
Tiffany settled back into her chair, this time propping her feet on the desk. Oh, yeah; finally she could do some serious reading with all of the boys out of the way. She reached for the mouse and clicked on the internet connection.
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