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"Semisweet "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: G Warnings: none Summary: Pairings: 1+2
" Semisweet " Fiveshot. Crashed and burned. That was Maxwell's descriptive phrase. Fortunate for them, it was only figurative, Yuy reflected. They were exhaustively far from where they'd left the three gundams, the mechs in crouching postures with an abundance of damp camouflage to obscure their lethal forms from spying eyes. The three pilots surrounded a rickety kitchen table in a dilapidated hulk of an abandoned building. The resistance met there earlier in the evening. Their leader had presented the coordinated assault plan, highlighted with glowing marker arrows and lines on a map of the OZ target installation. They'd all committed their personal assignments to memory. Then the commander had burned the map, leaving the dirty smell of charred violence on the air of the musty locale. Quatre found the smell obnoxious. It bothered his inbred sense of hygiene. Heero approved of the security measure. Thorough strategic planning, then destroy the evidence. Duo thought it was a ridiculous waste of a perfectly good map. The three of them had been left alone, waiting for the hour when they would return to their gundams for the planned airstrike. The resistance members had gone their separate ways, to prepare for the upcoming ground assault. The waiting was uncomfortable and tedious. They'd drunk water out of their canteens and eaten cold dry energy bars. Heero regretted he didn't have any candy with him. He would have liked to offer some to Duo. He glanced over toward Quatre. The blonde kid had his arms folded on top of the table, his face nestled into their support. The quiet rise and fall of his rib cage suggested calm sleep. It was the perfect time for this maneuver. Yuy turned to eye Maxwell. The L2 Kid stared out a window at the smudged gray overlay of spent petroleum fuel upon formerly pristine rain water. Oil contaminating mud puddles rendered rainbows, prismatically painted sludge in the buzzing electric glow of street lamps. "After the mission, you'll be hungry," Yuy stated. "Oh, yeah. Post tussle appetite. Mega, for sure," Maxwell agreed, turning toward him with a cheerful grin. Yuy received the smile like a blunt blow to his viscera. He ought by now to be inured to this pain of craving, he chided himself. "After operation completion, we will rendezvous at the following coordinates, promptly at 1630 hours. There are three separate Asian establishments within an easily walkable perimeter. Meeting in this location will allow immediate analysis to determine which of these is least crowded, thereby offering an additional anti-surveillance safety margin for the meal." "Sounds good." "Asian cuisine offers the highest ratio of vitamins, minerals and beneficial calories to bulk intake, available commercially." "Gotcha." "Further businesses in the vicinity offer opportunities for various recreational activities, at your discretion." "Cool." "By scheduling post prandial activity, I anticipate a resurgence of appetite, allowing for further caloric intake, to be scheduled at that time. I have already identified a doughnut shop, an ice cream parlor, and two bakeries available." "Sounds like a plan." While presenting his proposal, Yuy methodically decreased the distance between himself and Maxwell. He drew in a deep lung full of air which steadied his pulse and allowed him to savor the evocative smell of the nearby body. Reaching carefully toward his objective, he ran the sensitive dorsal surface of his knuckles over the soft curve of flesh upon Duo's cheek. His hand settled comfortably onto a sturdy shoulder, then along the sinuous warmth of braid lurking there. He clasped the amber length of hair in his hand, allowing his imagination to nuzzle at the delicate trailing terminus. When the sweet agony of longing became unendurable, he discontinued contact, turned abruptly away and stalked toward the exit. "Good flying," Maxwell told him. "Stay safe." "Hn," he agreed as he left. The amiable chuckle that warmed the silent space was characteristically Quatre. "I wouldn't have missed it for the entire solar system. Zero-one asking Zero-two for a date." "Guess that's that," Duo blushed. |
