Author: SkyLark
Betaed by KwyckSylver
Warnings: No real plot, SAP, Duo's POV
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or its characters. I just love playing with them.
Cold Feet
There are a lot of things that I can say Heero does for me every day that lets me know he loves me. Currently in a happy ten-year relationship with him since the last time we had ever sat in the cockpits of our Gundams, I would be pretty damned blind to not pick up on the signs that tell me those three little words even when his lips won't open to speak them.
Every morning, he goes and orders my coffee just how I like it from the only café in town that make a decent enough cup of Joe that will wake my ass up at the God-awful crack of dawn start to our days at the Preventers.
Then there's the way I'll catch him watching me from across our office with a small smile of content that he doesn't realize I catch a glimpse of now and then.
When I'm going on a solo mission, Yuy takes extra care in going through what I pack to make absolute certain that I have everything I need. Now that one almost earned him a few solid decks from me when I mistook that as his thinking I was incapable of getting a few necessities together. Knowing better now, I just smirk and step aside so he can put his nerves over my safety at ease.
He's the first to greet me after every mission debriefing, regardless of the hour of the day or night. And just by looking at me, he knows what I need be it giving me my space at first or a tight embrace and kiss regardless of whether or not there are eyes around.
One of the best gifts I ever received from my lover came when we first started dating. It was a finely crated switch blade that could fit behind my hair at the back of my neck to defend myself if shit ever got thick. He had 'Property of the God of Death' engraved into the side of the handle.
And of course there are those whispered little words of love and how he takes me when we're tussling under the sheets... on the floor, against a wall or anywhere else for that matter.
But there is one thing that never fails to make me doubt how deeply he cares for me. It's what got us together in the first place.
My cold feet.
Strange as it may seem, it's true.
The night we finally stopped dancing around each other after months of flirting and shy progression into the 'beyond friendship' realm, Yuy and I had been out celebrating the birthday of one of our fellow agents. Drinks were passed around. Then there were shots involved, and well you know how that goes.
When we half-staggered-half-fell back into our shared, plush duplex after last call, our lips were pressing roughly together and our tongues were in a completely different dance of their own that was very unlike the one that left us avoiding our feelings. Hands were ripping away clothes and our hips were grinding together to reveal just how badly the other wanted what we were about to do.
Doubt and fears were completely abandoned as we somehow managed to close and lock the front door before heading for Heero's room. Buzzed as I was, there was clarity through the haze. I was hot and ready since I had dreamed of being with him since we'd first met... though I did shoot him twice as he loves to remind me.
Leaving a trail of articles on the way to the bed, there was no space between our naked bodies when he climbed on top of me with as mischievous smirk as any I've seen on his face. And damned if my heart wasn't racing even more in seeing how much he was enjoying and accepting of what was sure to be an incredible screw.
That was when I felt our lowest appendages brush together and he shot up from just starting another heated kiss with me. Wide-eyed, Heero shivered frowned deeply, "Duo... your feet... are freezing."
I laughed. He laughed.
And the moment that we were so engaged in was over. It was as if we had been doused with a bucket of water, reasoning making its way through the clouds of our alcohol-numbed minds.
We remained naked as we shifted to face each other in discussion of what we almost did. As we spoke, Yuy had moved to pull the blanket over us. He also had had slipped his feet around mine to offer them his heat. Only the gesture had warmed my whole body right down to the core of my being.
Yes, it was determined between us then that we wanted each other more than anything in the world. But neither wanted our first time to be something born out of a drunken spell that might make us forget the details. It needed special; not helped along with another influence like alcohol involved.
We had formed a pack to take that plunge into 'significant other' waters that night, naked with out feet laced together as he shifted and turned the desk lamp off. Pulling me close so I could rest my head on his shoulder, Yuy was already half-asleep when he kissed my lips and mumbled softly, "G'night, love."
It was the first of countless 'Good night, love's' that I would get from that point to now.
And like that night, we strip down to nothing and curl tightly together under the covers. I was always plagued by cold feet at night and tried to make my partner comfortable by wearing socks in the beginning. But he would always pull them off and use his own feet to warm mine instead. So, I gave up and allowed that to be part or tradition.
It wasn't long after our pact when we made love for the first time. And it was just as mind-blowing and incredible as we had both wanted it to be. Thanks to my cold feet, we had that to look back on, recalling every blissful moment of the earth-shattering experience.
So now, here we are ten years later and I still can't help but grin in greeting as I watch Heero emerge from his office to join me in the living room. Turning off the TV that I had been watching, he stalks towards me while reaching out. "Bed," he declared softly. A smile that never fails to undo me curls his lips as he says, "We have a busy day ahead."
Ah, yes. That we do.
My engagement band catches the lamp light as I take his offered hand to be pulled up to my feet and we turn out the lights as we head to our bedroom. Silently, we remove our clothes. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I reach to remove my socks when Yuy slips beside. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kisses my bare shoulder and gestures to my feet, asking, "Do you think those might be a problem for you tomorrow?"
I laugh. He laughs.
It was a nice, familiar thing of our past that brought us here.
"Not a damned chance in hell, Yuy," I snicker to him, with a light swat to his arm before removing the socks. "I've waited a long-ass time for you to make an honest man out of me to let anything keep me away from the altar now."
He rewards me with a passionate kiss that I'm all too happy to return when my mind stops reeling just enough to have me function. Slipping under the covers, we exchange a few more kisses along with whispered 'love you's' and 'good nights' as we interweave our bodies together.
That familiar heat slides around my lowest extremities and I sigh in taking the heat extended to me.
Drifting off into a peaceful sleep, I smile to myself at how it's the little things that make all of the difference in a solid relationship like this... it's that perfect cup of coffee, that hug or kiss that takes he nightmares away, it's that gift that makes it known how every aspect of your life is accepted.
Yea.
Those are the things that tell me we're going to be just fine in this crazy world because we'll always have each other to have and to hold for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health...
...and to keep each other warm in every way for the rest of our days and beyond.
OWARI
This fic was in response to KS saying that the 1x2x1ml was too quiet this morning. So, my muses came up with this is response! :0)
Thank you for reading!!!!
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