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"A Domestic Moment"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Warnings: Innuendo, lime Pairing: 3x2 Summary: Trowa and Duo share a domestic moment.
"A Domestic Moment" Part 1 “Put that down or I slice your arm off,” said Duo, almost conversationally. Trowa raised an eyebrow and placed the spoon carefully back on the counter. “I just wanted to help.” “Help is what you megalomaniacs call it. I call it violation of my human rights.” Trowa let the smile tease inside his head, rather than on his lips. He knew how to read the increasing tension in Duo’s body almost as well as he could read the onset of pleasure. Not that the education hadn’t taken him twice as long. He watched his partner stretch awkwardly across the cooker and jiggle with a pan. Water slopped over the side and there was a sudden hiss on the hob. Duo’s curse was colourful and aggressive. “If it’s stressing you out, Duo, we can just get…” “You can just fuck off,” interrupted Duo, though his bantering tone was a little strained. “It’s all under control.” The strange aroma of burnt Teflon in the air seemed contradictory. Trowa stepped nearer, cautiously but steadily. Duo still had his back to him and he could see the muscles clenching across his broad shoulders. “The flame is intermittent: you have to allow for that. It sucks, I know –“ “You suck,” snapped Duo. Trowa was unfazed. “I swallow, too,” he murmured, and slid one hand round Duo’s tight waist. With the other hand he reached out and flipped off the heat. He felt Duo’s body go rigid, but he brushed his mouth against the knot of tension at the nape of Duo’s neck until he felt a shiver of relaxation in response. “What’s for dinner,” sighed Duo. He let his head drop back against Trowa’s. The spoon rolled off the counter and splattered reddish oil all over the already-stained floor. “It’s the most provocative statement in our whole relationship.” Trowa started to turn him around within his arms, seeking his mouth instead of his neck. “Let me suck you,” he whispered. “Well … apart from that one,”
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