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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Wu Fei + Duo Notes: Challenge 90. Baby Series 3 #33. Takes
place a few minutes after No Leading, No Following. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
He Could Wish ‘No leading, no following,’ no one to set the direction of the dance, no one to follow that direction. It was as much a recipe for disaster as it was a recipe for a partnership. //In a partnership there are occasions where one must lead and the other follow, it is unavoidable, but it need not always be the same one who takes the lead.// He had to admit the arms about him were strong and gentle, holding him in an embrace which was neither too tight nor too loose. He did not feel trapped by the arms encircling his waist. Strong, broad hands spread across his back, one in the small of his back and the other resting just on the higher curve of a buttock. There was no attempt to grope, no attempt to take this embrace one step further. He liked it. He could wish the waltz was endless, that he would experience this closeness for the longest time, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of safety which came with it. He was no weak onna but he found himself leaning into the taller and broader body, his own hands mirroring the positioning of the hands resting on his back. He did not want to speak and curiously Maxwell did not appear to have the need to talk either, a rarity and one he might have commented on were it not for the extreme comfort of the silence. They did not waltz in their private dance. Instead they embraced each other and simply moved, small steps, hesitant at first, firming with confidence. A slow, steady circle during which the feel of his partner invaded his awareness, the scent of the man’s cologne invaded his nostrils and imprinted itself on his memory. Did it mean the same thing to Duo Maxwell as it meant to him? Did the feel of the arms enfolding him imprint itself on his memory? Did the scent of his cologne insinuate itself into Duo’s mind? In a year’s time, in a decade, would he be able to recall how it felt and smelt to have this dance? In their minds would they still dance this waltz, together in comfort and companionship? In a score of years time would they be together and whether or not they were, would they recall what it was like to dance in the study and wish to forget the world beyond their room existed? He supposed he should say something, make a comment of some kind, but silence was something which did not frighten him. He was comfortable with silence and sought it out without fear or hesitation. He was not one to make noise for the sake of making noise. Silence was comfortable and could be worn as one would wear an old and battered favourite sweater. He smiled, his forehead against the broad shoulder of his partner and he wished the waltz to continue. ~ * ~ |
