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"The New York Trip - Shop 'til You Drop"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Pairing: 1=2 Warnings: yaoi, AU drabble Rating: NC 17 Summary: The boys experience both the City and
their private time together. "The New York Trip - Shop 'til You Drop"
Duo felt the sudden stab of panic like a physical pain. He stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk and dropped his shopping bags. “Wait. I left one behind in the coffee shop. We have to go back.” Heero tightened the lid of his coffee to go. “No, they’re all here.” Duo’s head whipped from side to side, his eyes skimming over the various bags at his feet. “You’re wrong. There were seven bags – I’ve lost one.” “Six.” Heero’s voice had that irritating calmness to it. The one that occasionally made Duo want to suffocate him with the hotel pillow. “Seven,” he hissed back. Then his gaze paused on a plumply-packed bag on the edge of the pile. “Shit. You’re right. I remember now, I combined a couple of them. You were complaining you couldn’t carry any more -” “That was wouldn’t,” murmured Heero, now in his calm-but-may-not-stay-that-way tone. He pushed the bags over against the wall, saving them from being trampled by other passing shoppers. Duo frowned. “Hell, everyone goes shopping when they’re on a trip, right?” Heero nodded. “I’ve been meaning to ask, though,” he said. He was looking at the bags. “Just what have we bought?” Duo felt a frisson of nervousness run down his spine. “Souvenirs,” he said, swiftly. “You saw them.” “Not all of them…” “Clothes,” Duo added. “Gifts.” He could see Heero peering down at one of the bags, a recent addition, as if he were going to open it… Duo stepped forward, even more swiftly. “Just cute stuff. You know.” “Cute stuff?” Heero’s nose crinkled. That expression hit Duo one of two ways, of course. Whether to throttle Heero for his deliberate obtuseness, or kiss him blind for the delicious confusion of it? The nose was cute stuff, in itself. “You know,” Duo repeated, rather lamely. A cab sped past them, spraying up some of the earlier rain languishing in the shallows of the kerb. “I just got us some…” He didn’t want to repeat ‘stuff’. “Show me.” Heero’s voice was low. Duo liked to anticipate Heero’s mood from his tones, but this one was sort of… tricky. “Just some souvenir tee shirts, Heero. Everyone gets them, cheesy, neon-coloured, garish. Everyone -” He glanced across at Heero’s face and sighed. “Yeah, right. So you’re not ‘everyone’.” He tugged out a couple of tee shirts and started to unroll the first one. “02”, Heero read in his low, I’m-willing-to-be-tolerant-just-cos-it’s-you voice. “02 – TWO good to be on the loose.” Duo coughed. Heero reached across and unrolled the other. “01,” he said, quietly. “The ONE and only.” He rolled his eyes, but maybe there was a hint of something warmer in his expression. Duo sighed again. “OK, so retribution now or later?” Astonishing in itself, Heero was smiling. “Later. Let’s go and get lunch.” Duo nodded and grinned. He sort of liked that tone. ~ * ~
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