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"Green Reindeers"Written By: Gypsie 1201 Pairings: 1x2 Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluffity-fluff-fluff,
some sap… ok, a LOT of sap, and a touch of humor Rating: G Archive: A Study in Obsession 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. A/N: Christmas gift!fic for darkmisstical. Summary: It is Christmas morning and Heero has
a surprise for Duo.
" Green Reindeers" Moving slowly so as not to disturb the other man still sleeping soundly in the queen-sized bed, Heero slipped across the bed and out from under the covers. He found himself nearly reconsidered what he was doing though, when his feet touched cold hardwood. But he had been planning this day for several weeks now and not even the freezing chill currently traveling up legs was going to stop him, not when he knew just how rewarding his current discomfort would be. So, making absolutely sure that the thick comforter was once again covering everything but the very top of his lover’s chestnut covered head, he rushed across the room, silently pulling open the top drawer of the large dresser there, and grabbing the first pair of socks his hands came in contact with. He only saw the briefest flash of green as he rushed to jerk them on under the flannel sleep pants he was wearing, but at that moment he was far to keen on getting them on his feet to really care. Then, grabbing one of the long-sleeved t-shirts that occupied the drawer with the socks, he pulled it over his head before closing the drawer and heading out of the room. With so much going on around the world following Barton’s attempted coup a year ago, both he and Duo had been busy beyond words. Small uprisings of rebels and such had pushed the Preventers to the breaking point on more than one occasion, and even with all the Gundam pilots working as agents for the time being, the organization had been hard pressed to keep everything in line. But they had managed; working non-stop shifts or missions lasting weeks on end, they had managed to keep the renewed peace safe. Of course, working non-stop did have its downside; namely that they had not had much time just to be themselves for a very long time now. And given the still blooming state of their relationship, which had started in the weeks following the attack on Barton’s stronghold that had nearly cost the dark-haired man his life, they were lucky the inability to be together had not caused more problems than it had. Sure, they had their share of fights and lonely nights away from each other, but that only made the time they did get to share that much more special. But as could be expected, when Une had offered the pilots a few days off for Christmas that year, they had jumped at it. Just the thought of a few days to rest and be with each other filling them both with a pleasant sense of anticipation and it was that anticipation that had first hatch the plan currently churning through Heero’s mind for the millionth time since they had gone to bed the night before. With a renewed sense of purpose that not even the cold air could deter, Heero made sure the door was securely closed to their bedroom before heading through the apartment to the kitchen. Once there, he began pulling out the food items he needed along with the small stack of handwritten notes he had kept hidden in the back of the utility drawer. Luckily, the things he needed for the plan were things they normally kept on hand in the kitchen and since he normally bought in bulk to not only save money, but to also insure they did not easily run out of the necessities, the excess did not raise his lover’s curiosity. Which was a good thing since a curious Duo would stop at nothing to ease that curiosity. Smiling softly to himself as he perused the notes in his hands, notes well worn from the many times he had read and reread them over the last few weeks, Heero allowed himself to think back to the night that inspired him in the first place. It had been a cold, dreary, winter night nearly three years prior and the wind had been blowing for most of the day as a storm front was moving in. He and Duo were once again hiding out at a school not far from their intended target and as they lay in their dorm room late that night, listening to the howl of the wind, Duo had told him a story about his past. At that time in their lives, the only thing that really mattered to either of them was ending the war and defeating OZ, no matter the cost. They were young and determined, prepared to give their very lives if that was what it took. But that night, something had been different. The normally smiling, joking, yet closed off Deathscythe pilot has opened up, if for only a few moments, and Heero had found himself enthralled by the other boy’s quiet words. He told Heero that night about a particular Christmas morning at the orphanage he had spent some time in, about Father Maxwell and the early morning mass, and about Sister Helen and the special breakfast she had prepared for them. Being from L2, they never did have very much in the way of food, or anything else for that matter, Duo had said, but the Father and Sister had wanted to do something special for the children that Christmas. So, saving up what little they could, they managed to buy each child a small gift and were able to provide a special breakfast for them. The way Duo had talked about it that night that lived so clearly in Heero’s memory, while he had appreciated and loved the gift he had been given, it was the meal that Duo truly loved. Having grown up knowing just how hard it was to feed oneself, let alone nearly twenty other mouths, the violet-eyed boy had been in awe of what they had done. And Heero could clearly remember the sound of wonder that had once again entered the longhaired boy’s voice as he recalled the small, yet heartfelt offering that day. A thin slice of ham from the one donated to them by a local philanthropist that would constitute the bulk of their dinner that night, along with their normal morning porridge that Sister Helen sweetened with a drizzle of honey and a dash of cinnamon. And an apple. It was the apple that each child was given that really surprised the small, chestnut-haired child, Heero could tell. Even he knew that fruit of any kind was nearly non-existent on L2 and while Duo said the ones given to them that Christmas morning were not perfect, they still would have cost more than any of those kids could imagine. Pausing briefly in his appointed task, Heero turned his head toward the kitchen table where a small bowl of apples sat proudly in the middle. Duo had spent several long minutes in the grocery store just the day before picking them out together with the ones they had dropped off at their own, local orphanage late the night before with the express purpose that they be given to the children for breakfast the next morning. He knew as well as Heero did that the orphanages on Earth were not nearly as poor as the ones on L2, but he had needed to do something and Heero had understood. With yet another smile gracing his lips, Heero turned his attention back to the saucepan he was slowly stirring, the porridge just coming to a boil in the bottom. Normally, he was not much of a cook, leaving that side of things to Duo who seemed to find being in the kitchen a natural talent, but for this one morning he was more then prepared to try. Although, he was thankful in no small part that this particular meal was so easy to make since he wanted so very much to get it perfect. And so far, everything was turning out just as he had planned. Pulling the pan from the fire, he carefully poured the viscous substance into the two waiting bowls before placing the still hot pan in the sink for cleaning later. Then, he shook a bit of cinnamon over the steaming porridge and drizzled them both with honey before placing them both on the table. That only left the ham, but as he turned toward the refrigerator, he found himself faced with a sleep-mussed Duo standing in the doorway to the kitchen. The longhaired man was dressed much the same as Heero at that time of the morning, a soft pair of flannel sleep pants and a long sleeved t-shirt to combat the chill. Duo had not taken the time to braid his hair though and the thigh-length strands fell around him in soft waves, nearly taking Heero’s breath away. “’Ro?” “I didn’t think you would be up yet.” Heero answered as he crossed the room to take his lover into his arms. He could feel the trembling that seemed to course through Duo’s frame and he knew not all of it was from the cold. “I got cold without you there with me so I came to see what you were doing.” Duo answered softly. “Is that…?” “Porridge with cinnamon and honey? Yeah.” Heero said just as softly. “I was just about to get out the ham before coming to wake you.” “You did all this for me.” the longhaired man whispered in awe. “You remembered.” “I would do this and so much more if I could.” Heero replied before pulling back so he could look into his lover’s face, noting the swell of tears that lined the bottom of those violet eyes he loved so much. “Whatever it takes to make you happy.” Turning those eyes up to looked into Heero’s deep blue ones, Duo could not help but smile. “You make me happy, Heero, you always have.” Then leaning forward, he brushed their lips together in a soft, good morning kiss, before pulling back and smiling brightly. “Sit down and I’ll get the ham.” Heero told him before propelling him toward the table, his own face nearly splitting with the force of his smile. Making sure Duo was seated properly, Heero turned back to the refrigerator with the intention to retrieving the ham they had purchased for their Christmas dinner that evening. A few slices would not be missed and he doubted if the guys would notice anyways. However, before he could reach the appliance in question, Duo’s soft snicker caught his attention and when he turned back to see what his lover found amusing, the longhaired man was staring at his feet. “Um, ‘Ro?” Duo asked, just barely keeping the laughter from pouring from his mouth. “Where did you get those socks?” “From the sock drawer. Why?” the dark-haired man said before lifting the hem of his sleep pants to get a look at them himself. What he found had him grinning along with his chestnut-haired lover. “Very festive.” Duo snorted and finally gave into the laughter that had threatened since the moment he saw the socks covering Heero’s feet. “I can’t believe you kept these things.” Heero returned as he directed his grin at the laughing man. “But they’re so cute.” “They were a gag gift, Duo.” Heero chuckled. “From Quatre. He thought you’d get a laugh out of them.” “And I am.” Duo returned. “Just didn’t think it would be because you were wearing them.” Shaking his head, Heero let his pants drop back down to cover most of the socks before once again turning toward the refrigerator to retrieve the rest of their Christmas breakfast. White socks with green reindeers indeed. END
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