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" More Than Friends"Written By: Presser Pairings : 1+2 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : PG Warnings : sap, friendship "More than Friends" "Have you ever thought about what it means?" Heero blinked. It was unlike Duo to be so direct. "What it means?" "You know . . . what it means . . . to be . . . friends. (pause) Like we are." Heero looked across the living room to meet Duo's eyes. They were dusky purple in the flickering light of the fireplace. Heero glanced out the window to watch the snow falling in a dark purple sky, the sun almost gone, and he reflected on how like that sky Duo's eyes were at the moment. He looked back at Duo. "Friends . . . " Heero's voice trailed away. "We're more than . . . friends . . . aren't we?" He raised an eyebrow. Duo looked away. "Well, yeah . . . I mean . . . I "hope" we are . . . ." His voice trailed off as he looked toward the fireplace. A log cracked, spit an ember into the chimney. "Yeah. We are." Heero smiled, but to himself. Duo noticed, and smiled, too, but looked down as he did it. He didn't want to reveal to Heero how he hoped -- well -- he -- "It's hard to say what you're feeling, isn't it?" Duo jerked up his head as Heero said that. Had he heard his thoughts? Sensed his feelings? Duo opened his eyes wide. "Uh . . . what? What do you mean?" "I mean . . ." Heero paused, unsure. "I mean . . . it's hard to say what you're really thinking . . . feeling . . . when you're not sure if the other person is gonna respond. You know? Like, if the other person will reciprocate. " "Reciprocate? " "Yeah." Heero let the silence between them expand. Duo let that happen. The pause in the conversation seemed to grow . . . more inclusive, if that makes any sense. Inclusive of both beautiful boys. "I mean," Heero said, "I mean, if one person wants, wants the other person, the other person, to say, to share, I mean, how they feel, and they want the other --" Duo lunged off the couch and toward Heero as Heero's eyes opened wide, wide, wide. Heero opened his arms as Duo collided with him in the overstuffed chair before the roaring fire. Lips to lips, breath to breath. Chest to chest, through soft cotton, oiled leather vest and patterned shirt. Hips, thighs, legs . . . And then eyes. The eyes opened, met. Heero pulled back, shocked, then pleased. Duo pulled back, no less shocked, no less pleased. "I've always wanted this, you know." "Really?" "Yeah, really." "Oh, Heero." "God, Duo, that sounds like a bad 1x2ml fic." "Yeah, but I don't care." Heero smiled, laughed lightly. "Yeah, neither do I." "I . . ." Heero completed his thought. ". . . love me?" ". . . yeah . . ." Heero smiled. "Well, I love you, too." "Yeah, me, too. I really do." The boys sunk into the soft fabric of the chair. The light from the fire played through their tresses as they kissed softly, then strongly, then urgently . . . Finis
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