Author: Zazu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi
Pairing: 1x2
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.
Sweet Rewards
Anyone can tell you that creeping up on Heero, is not an easy feat.
Trying to creep up on him across a bed of fresh packing snow was even harder. Trust me, I tried most of my way to the park, and I couldn't manage to tread silently. Okay, I could, if I walked very, very, very slowly, but doing so would give him the chance to turn around and spot me anyway. Which would sort of defeat the purpose.
Actually, I'm not too sure why I suddenly felt like creeping up on Heero in the first place. But it was too late; now I just had to do it.
A brilliant idea came to my mind as I spotted Heero waiting for me in the park as we had agreed. He was sitting on the park bench, watching a little girl and little boy play together further away across the field. Bending, I scooped up some snow and packed it into a ball. I drew my arm back, aimed, and let the snowball go. It wouldn't quite be 'creeping up' so to speak, but it sure as hell should surprise him.
"Heero!" I called.
He turned towards me and spotted the projectile. His eyebrows immediately furrowed as his gaze followed it up; he was no doubt wondering why it wasn't aimed at him, but a few feet above his head.
I watched as his eyes widened in realization, (maybe it was an 'oh shit!' reaction?), but it was too late for him to do anything. The snowball hit the branches of the tree behind the bench, sending down a shower of snow. Most of it landed on the ground behind the bench but the rest landed right on Heero's upturned face. He jumped up, wiping his face immediately.
I doubled over laughing.
The next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my back in the snow with Heero hovering right above me. He shoved my jacket and shirt up, and a cold, wet hand pressed against my abdomen.
I jerked in reaction. "Heero!"
"Hello to you too." He leaned back, his fingers leaving wet trails on my skin. I grabbed his hand and grinned slyly up at him.
"Feels pretty good," I murmured. "Why don't you try a little lower?"
It was too bad that the tips of Heero's ears were already red from the cold; I imagine that if they weren't, they would turn red right at that moment.
"This is a public park, Duo," Heero said, pulling his hand away.
"You're the one who pulled my shirt up first!"
Heero smirked and rolled me over onto my stomach. I yelped when I felt him shove a handful of snow down my neck. I tried to buck him off but couldn't, and Heero shoved a second handful of snow down the waistband of my jeans.
The snow melted quickly, sending cold trails down my buttocks as I gasped, rolling over and jumping up.
Heero was standing a few feet away from me, a half-smile on his lips.
"Bastard," I said between chattering teeth as I tried to remove some of the snow, but most of it was already water.
"What?" he asked innocently. "Revenge is a dish best served cold, isn't it?"
I'd taught him that expression. I glared and then laughed, admitting with a shake of my head that he had won this battle. He came closer and pressed a warmer hand to the back of my neck. I sighed, leaning closer for a moment. The back of my shirt, and my boxers, were now plastered uncomfortably to my skin.
I turned my best puppy eyes to Heero. "Isn't this where you offer to take me home and get me into some dry clothes?"
"Poor baby," Heero teased, leaning closer to my ear. "Come on, I'll take you home and get you out of these wet clothes." He turned and started walking, and spoke over his shoulder. "There aren't any offers for dry clothing though."
I hurried after him. "Getting out of these wet clothes is nice, but no dry clothing?"
"No dry clothing," he confirmed.
"How about letting me rest between some warm sheets then?" I hedged. "You know, before I catch a horrible cold or something?"
He chuckled, casting a sidelong glance at me. "You can slide in between some warm sheets. No promises on anything conducive to rest, though." He gave my slightly damp braid a quick tug. "I will, however, promise to warm you up real fast."
"And how, pray tell, will you do that?" I asked as he unlocked the front door and we stepped inside, toeing off our wet shoes.
He unzipped my jacket and slid it off my shoulders, letting it slide off my arms to the floor. Then, he did the same with his own jacket, tossing it aside. Walking backwards towards the stairs, he beckoned at me.
"I'll start with my first promise of getting you out of those wet clothes. Then, I'll let you thaw, and then warm you up slowly..." He started up the stairs, stripping his shirt right off. "Come on. I'll show you the rest."
I followed him up the stairs, mentally patting myself on the back for having completed the difficult task and, despite having suffered through his revenge, earned a sweet reward at the end of it all.
OWARI
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