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"Drabbles"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: R A/N: For
Yesacia, who requested 2x3 for #6: Things you said under the stars. Warnings: angst,
language, fluff Pairings: 2x3
Spring was still fresh and new, still growing away from winter, and the nights were still cold. But not too cold, not cold enough to keep them indoors when it was the first clear night in weeks, the rain finally letting up and the ground beneath their feet firm, the grass just barely dewed. They held hands, which was rare enough to still be new, even after four years. Their fingers knit together perfectly, though, and the connection between them felt seamless. Duo had been the one to insist on bringing a blanket. Trowa had been the one to remind him to put on his jacket. Together, they spread the blanket in the clearing, on the gentle rise half a mile from the cabin, and Trowa arranged Duo against his side, pushed Duo's hair out of his face when Duo tucked his head under Trowa's chin, and he had to smirk when Duo complained about his bony-ass shoulder not being a proper pillow. Duo had been counting down the days until the meteor shower, and Trowa had kept an anxious eye on the weather reports, all too aware that this might become yet another of the thousands of small disappointments that peppered their lives. But the sky was clear and the starlight bright. It was a perfect night. "Look, there's the L3 cluster." Duo didn't need to point; they both knew exactly where the colonies were, both knew the star charts well enough to draw them from memory alone. Trowa could hear the longing in Duo's voice. Not so much for L3, but for space itself. He tilted his head and kissed Duo's crown. The first race of fiery light across the sky caught them both by surprise, and Duo let out a breathy little laugh, full of wonder and simple, pure joy. The sound wrapped around Trowa's heart, tight and unforgiving and almost unbearable. He shifted, and Duo let out an annoyed umphf when his head hit the blanket as Trowa rolled away. "What are you doing?" Duo asked, clearly displeased at losing his bony-ass shoulder of a pillow. "Getting more comfortable," Trowa said. He crawled over Duo's body and pressed his face against Duo's stomach, waiting for Duo to adjust, to open his legs a little so that the majority of Trowa's weight wasn't pinning him down. "You'll miss the show," Duo said, but his hands had already moved, one rubbing over Trowa's back and the other combing through his hair. "No, I won't," Trowa insisted. Sure enough, Duo's fingers tightened and he sucked in a breath, and Trowa knew another meteor had danced across the sky. "Fuck, it's so perfect," Duo sighed, and Trowa closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Earth and cold and Duo. It was perfect.
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