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" Never Again "Written By: Helen Fic 2 in the "Lovers Arc"
Pairings : 1+2 / 2+1 Spoilers : None Archive : http://gundam-wing-diaries.150m.com/gw/main_Updates.html Rating: PG Author's Notes: Fic # 2 in "Lovers Arc".
I was actually inspired by a Heero and Duo fanart (by Liz Chesterman)
that was done following the spaghetti scene in “The Lady and
the Tramp”. Sharon has it archived over at “Moments of Rapture”
under “Commissioned Art”. And yes, I’m well aware that
there is an imbalance between Heero’s and Duo’s POV's Dedication: To Veste Notus for being just so gosh
darn nice, sweet, and kind. Don’t ever change! And also for writing
a lovely fic for me that got me through my writer’s block. *glomphuggles*
Arigato gozaimasu!
Never Again
I smile to myself as I carefully drop the noodles into the pot of boiling water. Today was one of the best days and hopefully, it’s one of many to come. I’ll even make sure of that. I close my eyes and smile as I remember what had happened this afternoon. My breath had caught in my throat when I heard Heero’s laugh. It was then I realized that his laughter for my ears is just as wonderful as his smile for my eyes… his skin for my touch… his scent for my smell… his mouth for my taste… And he’s right too… I really *do* love it. Sighing softly as I stir the pan of spaghetti sauce, I begin to wonder why. ‘Why had I left… no… how *could* I have left him weeks before?’ I shake my head at the thought. ‘Never will we… will *he* have to experience that kind of pain. No matter what, I’ll never be the one who walks away.’ When I returned… when he embraced me… and when I embraced him, it seemed like an eternity had passed by and we met once again. ‘And I’m never letting go this time. Never again.’ <<<Heero POV>>> I shift uncomfortably on the couch as nervous anticipation runs within my blood. I consciously tug on my green tank top to smooth out wrinkles and proceed to pick lint from my dark blue sweat pants ‘I feel so silly. This isn’t the first time we’ve had dinner together.’ //But this is your first together as a couple.// I blink at my inner voice’s statement. ‘Couple? Couple?! As in… l-lovers?!’ I shake my head at the thought. ‘We don’t even share the same *room* much less the same b--‘ I swallow hard as the heat rises to my cheeks. I slide down from the couch to the low coffee table and decide to wait for Duo here. As the delicious smells of dinner waft in from the kitchen I’m torn between my wanting to help and his earlier command for me to stay put since he relieved me from cooking the entire day. Almost immediately, he emerges from the doorway, carrying two forks and a large plate piled with spaghetti, topped with red tomato sauce and pieces of meat. As he sets it before me my mind briefly wanders to the Disney movie “The Lady and the Tramp”… just that I’m no lady and Duo is definitely *not* a tramp. Taking a seat across from me, he props up his arm onto the table and places his chin into the cradle of his hand. Looking up at me with half-lidded eyes he smiles… almost dreamily. I feel as though my ribcage is threatening to crack since my heart is pounding away within my chest. I break eye contact as I could *feel* the redness spreading through my face. Duo chuckles quietly and hands me a fork. Looking at him again, I take it and smile gratefully. I didn’t find it strange that we are eating from only one small plate. I never knew how remarkable Duo’s culinary skills are. Taking another bite, my mind begins to wander back to the movie again and what had transpired while the two dogs were eating. But really… what are the chances of that? *clang..clangclang* I jump slightly at the sudden noise, almost choking on the spaghetti still in my mouth. Seeing the fork on the table, I chuckle a little as I realize that Duo must have dropped it accidentally. I reach out to retrieve it for him, but suddenly his hand came down gently to cover my own. I look up at him surprised but that immediately turned into pure shock as I finally understand why he dropped it in the first place. ‘Th… that’s impossible!! Sore wa shinjirarenai!!’ //Nothing is impossible.// A single strand of spaghetti was hanging from his mouth and from my own. But, there was no break in the middle. My eyes widen as I grasp how this… is much like our past. How, even when we were together, something could still separate us. Something… can still break this fragile string. Meeting his intense violet eyes, I can see that he doesn’t want that to happen. He doesn’t want this to be a reflection of what had happened before. Before I knew it, his hold on my hand tightens and he begins to lean forward, slowly taking the strand into his mouth on the way. Pushing the imminent blush away, I also lean forward. It seems to take forever to cross the short distance. But soon enough, his lips press against mine. I tilt my head to the side and we meld together, fitting like two tiny pieces of a giant puzzle called life. Closing my eyes, I think back on it all. The time we met… the time we parted. But now, we've found each other again. As I feel his fingers caress my nape, I hope that we will always stay together. Duo’s slick tongue worms its way between my closed lips and my own meets it, tasting him… so distinct from the red sauce, the white pasta, and the brown meat. It is indefinable by mere words. Duo is… indefinable. <<<Duo POV>>> With one last lingering lick, we reluctantly break the kiss in order to breathe heavily for much needed oxygen. However, I can’t help but dart my tongue out and run it over my lips, still tasting Heero mixed with the traces of spaghetti sauce. They curl up as I see him quickly avert his eyes, pink tingeing his high cheekbones. Caressing the soft skin of his hand under my own, I lift it to brush a light kiss on his knuckles. I smile again as the pink blush upon his face begins to darken to magenta. <<<Heero POV>>> The temperature continues to rise within me and it becomes harder to breath. His soft caresses… his light touch… My eyes begin to close as I savor them… But suddenly, they disappear. I look up to see Duo turn sideways. Confused, I silently watch as he flexes his black, sweat pants clad leg a bit. I smile as I realize that his foot must have fallen asleep. The prickly feeling is beginning to rise in my own sock-covered feet that I’m sitting on. But, I didn’t dare to stretch them out for the fear of… hitting Duo underneath the table. After a moment he swiftly stands and walks around the table in a few strides, sitting down right next to me. He then stretches out his legs languidly, causing him to slouch against the couch, his head pillowing on the seat cushions. “Much better,” he says, smiling at me. <<Duo POV>>> I sit up, pulling slightly at my red tank top before taking his right hand with my left. It is quite warm in mine and I lace our fingers together, wanting to feel it all. He shyly tightens his loose hold, signaling his content. “Let’s continue ne?” I say, lifting my fork. He nods, stretching out his own legs before picking up his fork. I stifle a chuckle as I realize he must have been as uncomfortable as I was. Digging into the half-filled plate, he awkwardly tries to twirl the pasta on his fork. Finally managing to get some onto the fork he lifts it, only to have most of the spaghetti slip back down. Before he can attempt to try again, I quickly hold up my own fork to his mouth. He looks up at me with wide eyes. “Go on,” I urge him, letting him know that it is okay. He hesitantly opens his mouth and allows me to feed him. As he chews it slowly I can’t resist the urge to lean over and give him a brief kiss near the corner of his lip. Grinning as he looks down and smiles shyly, I twirl some more onto the fork and I alternately feed him and myself, a soft kiss between each mouthful. *tink* I look up and chuckle softly as I realize that the plate has been cleared. Feeling pleasantly full and not overly, I place the two forks on the empty plate before turning and smiling at Heero. “Kinda uncomfortable ne?” I stand and offer my hand to him, gesturing the couch with a slight tilt of my head. “Sit up here. I’ll be back after I do the dishes.” He glances up at me before nodding. Taking my hand, he opens his mouth to say something but anticipating it, I cut him off. “I don’t need help.” Sitting him down, I rub his shoulders reassuringly. “Just relax Heero.” <<<Heero POV>>> I watch him disappear into the kitchen and the sound of running water soon follows. A pleasant tingling… more pleasant than the pins-and-needles… rises on my shoulders and I cross my own arms, rubbing in the same fashion as Duo did. Duo walks in moments later. Smiling, I incline my head slightly. “Arigato Duo. Dinner was delicious.” He smiles brilliantly. “Don’t mention it! It was my plea- *yawn* -sure. Ha~aah… Gomen.” He smiles and blinks sleepily. “You should go to bed Duo. You se- ……… !!!!!!” <<<Duo POV>>> My bedroom seems too far away so I settle for something close. Walking up to Heero slowly, I quickly turn around and gently sit myself down in his lap. Bringing my legs up and curling them, my sock covered feet against his thighs; I place my head under his chin. I sigh in contentment. ‘This… is heaven…’ <<<Heero POV>>> I am in shock, my hands still up like some robber is pointing a gun at me. I swallow hard before reality slowly sinks in… as does Duo’s warmth. ‘Duo… he’s here… with me.’ The many nights after his departure, I sat on this couch. But never has it been pleasant for me. Always so full of longing… of pain… ‘But not anymore…’ As my eyes begin to blur, I embrace him as tightly as I dared. ‘Warm. So warm.’ And I just continue to hold him close… and I’ll never let him go. ‘Never again.’ Owari ~ * ~ Author’s Notes: I think I made the whole spaghetti scene more serious than I intended. *sweatdrops*
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