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"Resolutions"Written By: Jo Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Have nothing.
I write for the fun of it. Warnings: A little SAP(?), Half naked pilots, really really short. Pairings: 1x2 Summary: A micro mini ficlet. I am not sure what
to make of this :) but i will post it anyway. Hope you guys will like
it :) and if anyone has any suggestions to improve or expand this
micro mini, that'd be wonderful! Feedback truly appreciated!
Resolutions
I had that dream again, the dream where I am the person I can never be, holding the boy I can never have, living a life that is neither his nor mine. We were happy in my dream. He looked up at me smiling a soft and contented smile, his hair unbound, a silky soft cloak of familiar comfort and unrestrained sensuality. I never wanted to wake up, I wanted to stay forever, I wanted to make love, I wanted to die in that instant of bliss and never feel pain again. But I did wake up. I hate waking up in unfamiliar places. The initial disorientation, even if it is just for a split second, renders me vulnerable. That instantaneous moment of not knowing where I am, not able to tell between dream and reality is deeply unnerving. Strangely, a reckoning clarity always follows the haze of waking up; it is almost a cosmic rule. Two minutes after leaving my enthralling dream, my mind exploded with obscene clarity. I rolled out of bed, threaded soundlessly into the empty room across from mine. I felt like a child running from the monster beneath his bed to a place he knows is safe. His bed is unusually cold and empty inside the pitch-dark room. He is on a mission after all. I crawled into his bed, pulled the cover over me and sank into a sea of blankets [1]. His scent surrounded me as I buried my face in his pillow, pressing a complacent smile into the lump. There will be no more sleep tonight. I lay awake thinking of what I'd say to him. I lay awake praying to his God that he is safe. I breathed a sigh of relief when he came in near dawn. His steel-toed boots making a trail of soft thuds and raspy creaks as he climbed the stairs, he didn't drag his feet. I waited breathlessly for him to find me. His slender figure finally appeared at the door, lights in the hallway spilled carelessly over him. I noticed for the first time, the darks of his priest outfit, the dirt on his boots, the autumn shades of his hair, and how the room seemed to have warmed just because he's here. His expressive eyes widened with surprise and uncertainty when he realized he is not alone. "Heero," he whispered as he drew closer to the bed. I found my way out from under the blankets, supporting my weight with one hand while stretching out the other reaching for him. His skin is scorching hot under my touch, my heart leaped. He was about to speak but I stopped him with a finger pressed to his lips. Kneeling on the bed, I slowly began peeling his clothes off, leaving only his boxers on. My eyes never left his gaze. Pulling back the blankets, I let him into bed, and into my life. We didn't catch any sleep. He rested his head on my shoulder and drew lazy circles on my chest. Half his body draped over mine, grounding me as I ran my hand over his back while raining feverish kisses on him. When morning came, he looked just like he did in my dream, his kiss swollen lips curled slightly into a contented smile, his hair catching the rising sun creeping through the window, set ablaze in a crimson halo, blanketing us in a cocoon of new promises. And suddenly I am the boy I've always wanted to be, holding the one I've always loved, and we will be sharing a life that is neither his nor mine but ours. ~ * ~ End notes: [1] Tiny reference to the song "Your
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