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"Right Here Waiting"Written By: Honor Disclaimer: Honor: Mine, mine, mine! Shigeki:
No they aren’t. Honor: Shut up, muse. Rating: PG-13 Warnings: TWT, violence, language, shonen-ai,
and my warped sense of humor. Oh, and switching POV’s. Sometimes. Pairings: 3x2…your guess is as good as mine
on the rest of ‘em. Summary: Duo and Heero are together but it isn't working out. When Heero breaks up with the American, Duo has a hard time coming to terms with it. *emphasized* //phone or com//
" Right Here Waiting " Epilogue I don’t think anyone can DO anything that would
make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can
only be given.
“Duo.” “What?” I groused back at Heero. He looked oh-so-calm and collected, sitting in front of his laptop on the couch, eyes glued on the screen. “Stop pacing. He’ll be here in a few minutes.” “Easy for *you* to say!” I still tried to at least do something to get rid of my nervous energy, though. Heero had not only put up with my increasingly irritated moodiness, but Wuffer’s as well. I didn’t want to strain his disappearing patience. Neither one of us had gotten any nookie in about two weeks, and it was beginning to show. Feicakes was worse than me, of course. But then, he was extremely protective of his blond counterpart and wasn’t at all happy that he had been in the middle of a mission when Q’s new mission had come up. Not that he didn’t trust Trowa to back him up, but… Hell, I could understand where he was coming from on this. I wanted to be the one to back up Trowa as well. Not because I didn’t trust Q, but just because I wanted to be there. It had been almost hilarious three months back, when Tro and I had gotten together. Quatre and Wufei had fallen for each other at practically the same time on a mission—I was still waiting for the down and dirty details on that—and they had come back early when they realized how screwed up the net was. Then Heero had told them about my situation, and Tro going after me. From what I could glean when Rashid and Abdul had shown up at our door, Q had completely panicked and called in the Maguanacs through an outside source. Thinking about it now still gave me a headache. The Maguanacs Corp had just adopted all five of us, and they hadn’t been happy in not being included in the rescue mission. I wasn’t happy about having my personal time with Trowa cut short. The sound of a jeep pulling up outside could be heard clearly through the open screen door. I leapt out the door, flew over the three steps leading up to the porch, and nearly knocked my lover over with a tackle-hug. After three months of being near me, Trowa was expecting this reaction I think. He caught me easily and I felt a faint chuckle against my temple. For a few pleasurable minutes I nibbled on his lips, tackling his tongue with mine and fitted our mouths together with sweet perfection. When I finally let Trowa breathe again I grinned at him like a cat who had just discovered a tank filled with goldfish. “Hey, doll.” His dark green eyes were soft as he looked at me. “Hey, love. Miss me much?” My hands traced down his chest while I not so subtly rubbed my pelvis hard against his. “Oh yeah.” His eyes darkened in reaction, breath catching a little in his throat. Gods, tormenting him was so much fun sometimes… “Duo.” We both turned to Heero, still standing on the porch. He looked vaguely amused, mostly exasperated. “Are you planning on doing it out here, in front of three of my security cameras? Or can you wait long enough to get to a bedroom?” Trowa put a hand over my mouth, no doubt reading the comeback of ‘sure, ‘Ro, you want some free porn?’ in my eyes. “Where are Quatre and Wufei?” “*They* at least,” Heero was giving me a glower “had the decency to make it to a bedroom.” Trowa nodded complacently, as if he had expected this, then proceeded to drag me into the house. Which I didn’t mind in the slightest. He had given me his special Look once Heero had turned away. The one that promised hot, heavy and kinky sex with no sleep intended for the entire night. Fine by me. ~*~*~*~ OWARI. Honor: Okay…Fire or the detective story next? ~ * ~
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