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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" A Domestic Moment #3 Trowa woke suddenly, feeling the midnight chill of the unheated room on his back, knowing that the covers would be on the floor again. The indentation in the bed beside him was cold and had almost lost its long-limbed body shape. He found Duo in the kitchen, pretending to make hot chocolate. “Did I wake you?” Duo kept his back to him, his voice brittle. “Want some hot chocolate? Just got a sudden craving for it.” Trowa leant against the door frame and yawned gently. It was too late and he was too weary to join in the pretence. “The doctor said you should take something for it, didn’t he. If it still keeps you awake like this.” Duo’s back tensed. He shut the fridge door too sharply and rattled the bottles inside. “I’ve got used to it over the last year or so. It’s just a dream.” Trowa padded on bare feet into the kitchen. He nudged a chair as he passed and it scraped harshly on the lino. “A nightmare, I’d say.” Duo whirled round, braid snagging on the waistband of his sweat pants. “I said I was sorry!” “No, you didn’t actually,” murmured Trowa. Duo frowned. “Well, excuse me -“ “No,” repeated Trowa. “You misunderstand me. You don’t need to apologise for anything.” Duo stared at him. He held a spoon in his hand but didn’t seem to remember what to do with it. There were dark circles under his eyes. He cleared his throat, wondering why it felt so tight. “You understand me, Trow.” Trowa bit his lip, never taking his eyes from his lover’s gaze. “I’ve been there, too, haven’t I? It’ll just take time to adjust to civilian life.” Duo’s smile was a token but his reach for Trowa was more than genuine. “Adjusting is tricky. Like living together.” Trowa nodded and pressed up against him. The fridge door was cold against their warm skin. Duo dropped his head to the harbour of Trowa’s shoulder. “Bet you wish I broke your well-earned sleep with something more lustful.” Like I care, thought Trowa, as he held the shaking body to him. ~ * ~ |
