Author: Zazu

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Duo's POV.

Pairings: 1+2+1

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.

Notes: Not yet beta-read. Duo's POV.

Morning Routine

For me, I follow fairly strict routine in the morning. It's almost...a ritual.

If something goes wrong, the day will somehow turn out bad, in some way or another.

My lover is usually the first to use the bathroom. He brushes his teeth first, washes his face, and then heads out to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Before he heads out though, he comes back to bed and sits next to me, where I'm usually still lying down. If I'm lying on my back, he'll lean down and give me a nuzzle, then whisper to me that it's time to get up.

If I'm lying on my stomach, he'll push my hair aside and set his hands on my shoulders, me a minute of massage as he nips my neck, then tells me to get up.

I'm generally fairly motivated to get up, if only to sit in bed and watch him walk out of the bedroom wearing only his boxers.

I start my day off with a shower, tying my hair out of the way first, of course. Then, I brush my teeth and wash my face, and proceed to comb my hair out. That's why my lover is the one who make breakfast; I need a slightly longer time than he does to get dressed.

Then I get partially dressed, leaving my hair down, and join him just in time for breakfast. My shirt stays unbuttoned, and I don't like to put on my work pants until after breakfast.

We eat the food he prepares and drink the coffee, skimming over the newspaper while we play a little footsie under the table. Then, he leaves me to do the dishes while he takes a shower. I usually join him in our bedroom just as he's done and I finish dressing while he dresses. Then, as he goes around securing the house for our departure, I take the time to quickly braid my long hair.

Just before we leave the house though, we'd naturally head towards each other. We'd meet in the middle of the front hall and he'd reach around and pull my braid forward, touching it as if inspecting it. Then, keeping a grasp on it, he'd pull me close for a kiss.

We're always smiling at each other when we part, and it makes me feel like I'm ready to take on the world that day.

But two days ago, Heero got called away on a conference.

It could just be that I don't like it when I have to be at home alone; have to wake up alone. It could be that I don't like Heero being away.

I blame the bad days on the broken up routine.

Just this morning, I spilled the coffee, tripped over a shirt and broke a bowl.

They didn't know when Heero would be coming back, but I honestly hoped it was soon. Before I hurt myself, or someone, or burned down the house being inattentive or grouchy in the morning.

He hadn't been able to call; they must have kept him busy at the conference. Tomorrow would be Friday and if he wasn't back soon, it would mean spending the weekend pretty much alone.

Which meant that our weekend routine was pretty much shot to hell as well.

Spontaneous? Me? I guess I could be. But I didn't like to be that without Heero there to share the spontaneity.

I mean, the kiss on my neck before telling me to get up had been spontaneous on Heero's part, and I'd say we both benefitted from it; hence its inclusion in our routine. How could I do anything like that when he wasn't there?

I went to bed that night, still grouchy from my bad day and slept with Heero's pillow clutched against my chest.

I could hardly recall his return that night, stirring at sounds that were too familiar to be intrusive while a part of my mind told me there shouldn't be sounds at all. Then he was there, telling me to go back to sleep, removing the pillow from my reluctant hands and gathering me against his warm body.

I didn't even stir when he got out of bed that Friday morning. It wasn't until there were kisses along my neck that I woke, turning to see his beautiful blue eyes.

"We're running late," he told me, pulling me up before taking quick steps out of the bedroom to make breakfast.

Late was right; a glance at the clock showed me that we were a few minutes behind schedule, so I rushed through my own routines as well.

I'd thought that we'd have to run out the door, not something we did very often, but he caught my arm as I headed towards my shoes, pulling me to a halt.

I watched as he pulled my braid around and caressed it from top to bottom and back up before leaning close to drop a kiss onto it. Grasping it in his hand, he leaned close and brushed our lips together; I returned the kiss, not wanting him to pull away too fast.

"I thought we were running late?" I asked against his lips as he pulled back, still holding my braid.

"Not having enough time will never be an excuse for me not to do this every morning that I can," he murmured.

I ran my hand from his shoulder down his arm and pulled him close for another kiss.

"I love you, Heero Yuy," I murmured as I pulled back. He looked slightly startled by my statement, then smiled, giving a gentle tug to my braid.

"I love you too, Duo Maxwell. Now, let's get going, because our boss won't love us for being late."

I followed him out the door, laughing, and knowing that my little spontaneous statement, and perhaps his reply, would become a part of our new routine.

OWARI

 

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