Silence Part 4
Duo
I lay awake at night sometimes, remembering good moments from the past. Not that the good times are gone, they're just on hold for a while. It's just a vacation, a hiatus.
Believe it or not, his impetuosity is foremost in my mind during my lonely moments. My Heero (get it?) is a lot less predictable than most people think. God knows he surprised the hell out of me on a number of occasions.
In the beginning, some people thought I seduced him; that I wove some wicked spell with my candles and potions and meditations to the Old Ones, and somehow ensorcelled him. If Relena only knew...
Oh, I was more than willing, and perfectly ready to take any opportunity that presented itself, but the only spells I cast were for the safety and the continuing health of my partners and myself.
When Heero rescued me, I was barely hanging on to consciousness. His original plan had been to kill me, and I couldn't blame him for that. In OZ's hands, I was a huge liability. I don't think they could have tortured me enough to break me, but no one ever knows how much they can take until it comes down to the moment. I swore I would die first, but we all know how that goes...
When I saw that gun pointing at my head, I figured it was for the best, but he hesitated, his hand wavering almost infinitesimally, and I realised that this wasn't a game or a lab session; that he really would do it. I blurted out, "Hey, you're really gonna kill me!" He stared at me for a second or two and lowered his weapon. Something happened in his eyes; I still couldn't tell you what I saw; and he tossed the guard's saw at me and grabbed me around the waist for support and we ran for our lives.
In a hotel room, he cleaned my wounds and applied dressings to the really ugly ones, and sat beside me as I lay on the bed. I thanked him for not killing me. He returned a small smirk and said, "You're not half bad when your mouth is shut."
"You're cuter than all hell when you smile like that," I shot back. His dark blue eyes actually sparkled, and I felt a thrill down my spine. Betcha ol' Relena Perfect Princess has never seen that!
He leaned over me and I reached up to stroke the backs of my fingers over his cheek. "How long can you be quiet for?" he said softly, never taking his eyes off mine.
"How long can you keep it up?" I teased.
"Want to find out?"
I stroked a lot lower and his nostrils flared slightly. "Let's go, soldier," I breathed. "Bet you can't keep up with me."
"Slut," was all he said, grabbing me by my hair and nearly crawling down my throat.
He not only kept up with me, he exhausted me. I cried foul, that I was hurt and tired to begin with and he was healthy and well rested. He just smirked at me, and offered me a rematch when I felt up to it. I felt up to it about half an hour later.
That's how I discovered that I'm a screamer. There were guys before him, but I never felt with anyone else what I felt with him. Just his touch made me quiver inside. His kisses turned me inside out. The feel of him, hard, hot and pulsating inside me, sent me to the stars.
I never was able to keep my mouth shut. If he wasn't crawling into it, I was trying to swallow everything he had, or screaming my head off. Sure didn't take long for Quatre, Trowa and Wufei to realise that we weren't just roomies anymore. The morning after our first night back at the safe house, the three of them were studiously ignoring us at breakfast, until finally Quatre couldn't stand it.
"Heero," he said firmly. "Will you please gag him tonight, so the rest of us can get some sleep?"
Wufei choked on his tea. Trowa nearly breathed in a piece of toast. I turned seven shades of red. Heero just looked at Quatre and said, "All right." He did it, too.
~*~
I still haven't figured out why Relena never got it. Everybody else sure did. I guess she's just dumb as a turkey in some areas.
But I was talking about surprises and how good Heero was at doing them.
I stepped out of the bathroom one evening after my shower and found Heero waiting for me with a can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a dish of strawberries. Totally his idea. I won't go into detail; let's just say that dessert took on a whole new meaning that night, and damn was it tasty!
Another time, I landed at midnight from a solo mission. I was dirty, tired, and hungry and thanks to the rain, wet by the time I got up to our room. I thought I'd just creep in and fall into bed without waking him, and worry about cleaning up in the morning. I opened the door and dropped my bag with a thump on the floor, my jaw nearly joining it.
The whole room was filled with lit candles. There must have been a hundred all glowing and flickering, throwing shadows everywhere. The bed glowed white in the candlelight. It startled me before I realised that it was only white satin sheets. (Did I mention that I was totally poleaxed by the sight? No? Okay, I was. It was a major shock to me.) I always teased Heero about Wing having actual wings, like an angel, and told him that he was my angel of light, my knight in shining white armor, and here was our room, glowing with that white light.
And then I saw Heero, lounging on the bed watching me, that tiny smirk playing over his lips. As I stared, he swung gracefully off the bed and walked toward me. He wore a white satin shirt barely long enough to cover his butt, but not long enough to conceal the fact that he was wearing absolutely nothing under it.
For once in my life, I was speechless and I think he got a bigger kick out of that than anything else. He lifted my hand to his lips, nibbling and sucking his way around my knuckles. I started to speak, but he laid his fingers against my lips.
"No," he breathed. "Just BE here. Let me do it all." God, he's so beautiful in white... He's beautiful OUT of white, but I digress...
He undressed me slowly, with feathery kisses as he went, pausing to lick or nibble at my skin and with smooth caresses as each piece of clothing came off. His fingers as well as his tongue went places that made me lightheaded and wobbly. I'd melted into a puddle of lustful, horny, mindless goo by the time he finished. When he pulled the tie off my braid and began combing his fingers through my hair, I was so hot I was shaking. He covered me with that beautiful mouth, and I lost my mind. I barely remember screaming and babbling and a knock on the door and Heero pulling away long enough to tell whoever was out there to get stuffed.
Predictable, my perfect ass.
~*~
In a donjon cell, he killed an OZ officer who tried to rape me. Expected, yes. Pulling iron chains right out of the wall to use as his weapon, not in a million years.
I was dumbstruck when he told me I belonged to him. I managed to tell him that I loved him. He didn't seem surprised. He kissed me tenderly and even though he didn't say it back, I felt it in his touch.
~*~
One evening, after the war ended, he handcuffed me to the bed and told me that I'd stay like that until I gave the proper response to a question.
"Do you love me?" he whispered.
"More than anything," I replied.
"Will you be mine forever?"
"Forever and beyond."
"Will you marry me, Duo Maxwell?"
"Huh? Marry?! You mean like with rings and flowers and a ceremony? And a cake?" I thought he was joking. We were living in the Sanc Kingdom at the time. Same-sex marriages weren't legal there.
"All of that," he confirmed.
"Hot damn! Yes, I'll marry you!" And then I had to giggle. "Which one of us gets to wear the dress?"
"I would rather see you in black." He kissed my fingers and I felt something strange.
"Was that the right answer?" I asked. "Are you going to unlock me?"
He freed me and pulled me up, holding my hands. He kissed my left hand. "Do you like it?"
I looked down to find a ring on my finger. A platinum setting with a square cut black diamond surrounded by pear cut white diamonds. It looked like a starburst. For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe and then I lost it and burst into tears, hugging him.
"My Duo," he murmured. "My angel."
I had everything I wanted in the world.
Two months later, a priestess of the God married us on L2. The cake was chocolate on chocolate, the music was hard rock, the dancing was dirty (and I thought Trowa was an innocent!). Even though I didn't wear a dress (I threatened to, but Quatre talked me out of it; I'll tell you about that day at the mall sometime), Wufei was dragooned into giving me away. Trowa and Quatre played the proud parents and we invited absolutely everyone. Only Relena failed to respond. No big loss. It was a hell of a party.
~*~
About a year later, we watched our son being born. The doctor handed him to me first. Heero's eyes were like saucers, the grin on his face a thing of perfect beauty. And when I put our son into his arms for the first time, he burst into tears and laughter at the same instant. He managed to hold the baby and me and kissed me so hard I thought we might have to clear the room.
Everyone expected me to be the "mom" of the family, since I really like kids, but to the surprise of everyone (except me, I learn pretty quick, ya know) Heero was the "primary caregiver". Picture Heero in the kitchen, in an apron, teaching a three-year-old how to bake chocolate chip cookies. Priceless! Just call him "mommy", but not to his face if you want to live.
Did I say good times? Make those fantastic times.
TBC...
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