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"His Eyes"Written By: Gypsie 1201 Pairings: 1x2 Warnings: Fluff, POV Rating: PG Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of
its characters, nor will I make any money from the creation of this
story. Feedback: All is welcome and much appreciated. Summary: His eyes are where I go when I go home. A/N: Title and inspiration from the song “Her
Eyes” by Pat Monahan.
"His Eyes "
Duo Maxwell, ex-pilot of the Gundam Deathscythe, ex-God of Death, is the very embodiment of beauty, intelligence, grace, and sex all rolled up into one. Of course, I could be biased in that department seeing as I’m probably the only person in existence to ever see that much of his true self, but I think I have the right to make the statement. He’s also caring, loving, and would give a person the shirt off his back if he thought they needed it. Tell him he can’t do something and he’d do it just to prove you wrong. It’s for that reason alone that I think he’s pretty much crazy. But I love him anyways, his faults, his quirks, everything about him, because it’s those things that make him who he is. Who he is more specifically though, is my lover of the three years. And for the last three years, he’s been the reason why I actually look forward to going home. Not that Duo does the whole domestic thing. He’s a Preventer agent too, and a damn good one at that. He just doesn’t do fieldwork anymore, a decision he made not long after we started dating on a regular basis. A decision that I completely back him up on and no, it wasn’t just because I didn’t want him putting himself in danger anymore, at least not totally. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s great that I’m not having to worry myself sick every time he goes out on a mission, wondering if he’ll be coming home at the end. Remember what I said about him being crazy just a minute ago? Well, it usually gets worse when he’s bringing down the bad guys and he knows it, which is one of the reasons he chose a desk over the field. So now, he’s the one who plans and organizes our missions, making sure that we have all the data we need so that, when we do go in, we all come out safe and sound on the other side. It’s his way of giving back to those who he feels he needs to give back to, and his way of keeping me alive. And so far, he’s done one hell of a job in that areas with this last mission being a sure fire sign of it. It could’ve gone badly if he hadn’t insisted on one extra day of planning before sending us in. The look in his eyes when he’d stood up to the commander, demanding that he be given the time he needed, probably would’ve sent a weaker person running. But Une had simply stared at him for a long moment before finally nodding her head and instructing him that he had his twenty-four hours, that he’d better put them to good use. Duo hadn’t caught the smile that had crossed the woman’s face as we’d left but I had, and it left no doubt in my mind about just how much respect she had for him and I could literally feel my own chest puff out with pride. With a small jolt and a high-pitched whirl of the engines, I can feel the transport tilt forward a bit as we begin our decent to the airfield, momentarily pulling me from my thoughts. In another hour, maybe two, I’ll be home after being gone for a little over two days. But no matter how long the missions are, or how short as the case may be, each time it’s always as if I’ve been away longer than I truly have and just the thought of being close to Duo sends my pulse racing. My beautiful, gregarious, bright-eyed, half-demon, half-angel, all-mine lover never fails at providing an interesting welcome home and I have no doubt this time will be no different. No matter how great the welcome home though, no matter how crazy, no matter how exhilarating, it’s the look in his eyes when he first see me, sees that I’m whole and alive, that makes everything I do worth it. And as far as I’m concerned, his eyes in that moment are the very reason life is worth living. END
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