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"Gomez "Written By: Presser Pairings : 1x2 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : This will involve graphic sex, though
not gratuitous sex. "Gomez"
Chapter 7
I watch him sleep. Every now and then he breathes deeply, sighs. Once he shudders at the end, just a little, the way you do after a really close call. /Yes,/ I think, /a close call. But he's here, now, he's back. I have him back./
At the window, charcoal grey clouds scudded along a parchment yellow sky, and I knew the storm would be bad that day. I looked down at the window sill, studied paint flakes, dust, a dead gnat, a fly thrumming between glass and screen. Suddenly I sighed; realized I was still holding Duo's tee. I put it over my shoulder, turned my head slowly left-right, yawned.
I sat on the couch, cross-legged, a saucer balanced on one knee, facing the dark television. I couldn't turn it on. It would've made the morning seem normal, and I didn't want that. /Where are you, Duo?/ I watched a bubble on the coffee's surface pop, and realized I had been staring without eating. Took a sip; cold. I reached up and fondled the tee-shirt still on my shoulder. /Where are you, Duo? Where are you?/ ~ * ~ |