"Woke Up One Morning…
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Written By: SkyLark
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing, or its characters.
I just love playing with them.
Pairings: 1+2+1, eventual 1x2, 5xS
Warnings: Angst, Sap, Romance
Rating: NC 17
Summary: After a night on the town together, Heero
and Duo wake up with blank minds and a pressing problem.
Betaed by ShenLong *hugs*
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"Woke Up One Morning…
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Chapter 1
You know... once you have had one bad hangover, you
would think that you would remember your drinking limit real quick
so as to not have to endure that torture again. I had already had
one such hangover not long after first joining the Preventers. Hell-bent
to not have to deal with the agony that was the 'morning-thru-late
afternoon' that I suffered after a night of shots and mixed drinks
by the plenty, I had reasoned that I learned my lesson.
Weeeelll... I was wrong.
Right now, I am laying in my hotel bed on my stomach debating whether
or not to even bother opening my eyes. It's obviously morning, considering
how bright it is in the room behind my closed lids and already
I can feel the start of a screaming headache coming on.
But for whatever torture I am about to endure today, I actually consider the
fun that I had last night worth it. I actually had the pleasure
of seeing Heero Yuy drunk.
Oh, seeing that the feat was accomplished was not easy. For as long
as I have known my Preventer partner- just shy of five years now-
I have never seen him have more than one beer at any given time, even
when alcohol was provided.
But, even a former 'Perfect Soldier' needs to loosen up from
time to time. And last night was that time for Heero.
We have been stationed in Las Vegas for over a month for a very high-profile
case that took a lot out of us to catch the son-of-a-bitch weapons
trader that Lady Une has been after for well over a year. To
keep the media from being too close to the action and blowing our
cover, we were sent here on our own. It took all of our resources
to finally pin him down, every drop of our fortitude and training
in us to catch him.
Much as all of the efforts were worth it in the end, we were spent.
Even Heero was showing the fatigue that he had been fighting through
when it was finally over and our culprit was handed over to the authorities.
That was when I suggested we hit one of the bars and actually the
'city of sin' before we had to head back in a couple of days. Much
to my shock, Heero actually paused to consider the idea as opposed
to outright denying the idea like I had expected him to. Then, I almost
hit the floor when he actually agreed!
Before he even had a second to reconsider, I was grabbing his arm
and leading us out of the hotel room. The night started off slow,
my partner sticking to his staple one beer when we hit the first bar.
From there, I'll be honest, my memory is a little fuzzy on how I actually
convinced him to have a few shots with me.
Most likely a challenge or bet was involved, as is my usual style
when dealing with him. Whatever the exact motivation, I do remember
Heero having a few shots that turned into a couple of beers and mixed
drinks after. At some point, I remember dancing with him- which is
how I know beyond any doubt he had to have been more than buzzed to
agree to set foot on a dance floor.
And I do remember that I've never had such a fun time with my best
friend before. He was outright laughing and looked so... at peace
with everything. It's a shame he's not like that more often... although
I will admit that he has come a long way from how he was during the
wars. A damned long way.
I shift a little in my bed, noting without even having to open my
eyes that I am not wearing anything besides the sheet over me. Somehow,
I lost my clothes on my way to crashing here. Hopefully, I waited
to start shedding after I was in the room.
Groaning, I push the upper-half of my body that's hanging over the
side of the bed and feel that my hair is loose and moving all around
me. Apparently, I thought that I didn't need my hair tie at the end
of my braid, either.
’Now for the sucky part,’ is all I'm thinking as I slowly
open my eyes. And 'sucky' is an understatement when it comes to the
piercing headache the sunlight brings when I finally manage more than
a crack to peer to the opposite side of the unshielded windows
overlooking the city.
Gorgeous as the view is, it's not exactly something I can really appreciate
when I feel like shit. Mentally I just remind myself how it's all
worth it for the fun I had last night.
Shit. Heero.
With the form he was in last night, I'm sure that he's in just as
bad of shape as I am... if not worse. The pain in my head forgotten
over worry for my best friend, my eyes open fully and my left hand
reaches up to brush back the loose hair that's falling in my face.
That's when I notice the flash of gold just as the inside of
my open hand moves ahead of my vision. Freezing, I just stare
wide-eyed at the bottom of a simple, thick band on my ring finger.
Suddenly, I'm pretty sure that my headache is about to get a lot worse.
Unable to breathe, I turn my hand to see the ring continue around
instead of vanishing as I silently hope it will. Very slowly, still
unable to breathe, I stay there half propped up as I reach over with
my right hand to feel the band and then it really hits that I'm not just
seeing things.
'Ok, there has to be a rational explanation for the
ring,' I'm trying to rationalize, still unable to move as I stare
at it. Surely, it's nothing to get worked up over.
Then I feel something shift beside me with a groan. Paralyzed, my
eyes widen further at recognizing that voice. There's a quiet gasp
a second before my partner, every bit as bare as I am under the sheets,
sits straight up to stare in shock at a gold ring on his left ring
finger.
Slowly, he turned his head away from the hand held up before his face
to gape at me. Now, under normal circumstances, the sight of Heero
with his hair mussed even more than usual in such a state of
open display of stunned disbelief would be absolutely adorable to
me.
But under these circumstances... I'm every bit as confused and panicked.
Not to mention that my already upset stomach is churning beyond my
control. I think I managed to mutter something about needing the bathroom
before I run for it to empty whatever contents that haven't fully
digested into the toilet.
To my surprise and relief, Heero is standing by the sink wetting a
washcloth for me when the heaves are finally finished. Dressed in
a pair of boxers that he had thrown on before coming to my aid, he
looks concerned as he hands over the cold cloth and asked softly,
"Are you all right?"
I take a moment to wrap the rag around the back of my neck so that
I can steadily answer, "Yea. Thanks." Really, I'm far from
fine, but now that my stomach is empty, it's a good start in getting
over the hangover.
Looking a bit worse for wear himself, Heero leans his back heavily
against the door frame and dry-washes his flushed face. Neither of
us really know what else to say about the huge elephant in the room
regarding the bands on our fingers, or how we ended up in my bed without
any clothing on.
Finally, the silence is more than I can handle and I rise to my feet
to return to the bedroom. Moving to the dresser, I fish out a pair
of red boxers to slide into as my best friend sits on the side of
the bed. "Any idea what the hell happened last night?" I
sigh, running a hand through my loose hair that badly needs to be
washed.
Clearly relieved that I am making some attempt to sort of what's going
on, Heero meets my eyes as I near and shakes his head, "Nothing
besides bits and pieces." Staring at the floor, he grumbles,
"Never should have taken you up on that damned offer to go out."
"Hey," I'm quick to remind, "you didn't exactly put
up much of a fight." There is a reluctant nod from him and he
slowly raised his head to flash me an apologetic look for the snap.
Apologizing never has come easy for him, even after all of the changes
he's gone through. When he is sorry, he very damn well means it.
Smirking, I pat his arm reassuringly and sit beside him. Those
blue eyes are on my loose hair for a while and suddenly I feel more
exposed than I had been in the bathroom... enough so that I shield
my burning cheeks by looking down at the ring on my left hand again.
From the corner of my eye I can see Heero do the same through the
curtain of my hair. "Maybe we were playing some kind of joke,"
I think aloud with a grin. "I mean... there's no evidence
that we did... anything... well... you know..." The burning on
my cheeks is just growing over the more tactful way of saying, 'Well,
my ass doesn't hurt and the sheets aren't sticky, so clearly we didn't
have sex last night!'
Clearing his throat, Heero's own cheeks are flushing a bit and he's
quick to nod, "Right. A joke or some camaraderie thing when we
were drunk."
That was an even more likely explanation and suddenly, I'm feeling
better and better. It was nothing more than two good friends goofing
around during their night on the town. Nothing to panic over.
Settled on our little understanding of the unknown happenings of the
last evening, I stand and place my jester smile on to suggest,
"Well, we better start packing things up for our afternoon flight
home." Wincing as the piercing stab in my brain returns,
I hiss, "Better stock up on some headmeds before the flight,
too."
"Good idea," Heero nodded as he rubs his own head. Rising
to his own feet, he picks up the discarded blanket to throw it back
on the mattress when he froze, eyes wide again.
That cannot be good.
Quickly turning to follow his line of sight, my own eyes widen when
I spot on the floor a DVD case and a marriage certificate with our
names signed on it.
Fuck. It's only when Heero nods shallowly that I realize I spoke that
word out loud.
* * * *
We never bothered to watch the DVD. But we packed it along with the
wedding certificate before checking out of the rooms we had been
signed under with assumed names. Our commute to the airport
was made in awkward silence.
Really, I still haven't gotten my head around the idea that
I'm actually married to my best friend. Casually, I glance over
at Heero as he types away at his laptop to see that he still
has not taken his wedding band off even as we sit side-by-side in
first class for the flight. Not that I can talk, as I'm ever
aware of my own ring's presence as I sit listening to my music and
look out the window.
We're about an hour away from landing when he suddenly stops typing
to lean back in his seat with a heavy sigh. I know he's about to say
something so I remove my headphones. His eyes still looking ahead,
Heero suddenly has a lost look about him as he asks me quietly, "What
are we going to do about... this?"
I'd been dreading the question, really. Truth be told, I always held
a flame for 'Ro since the wars. Of course, I never would have rushed
things the way we had. A few dates would have been nice first, but
I never got the nerve to ask him out.
This is really unfamiliar waters for the both of us, neither one ever
having been in a relationship before. Let alone a marriage.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I stare at the floor and swallow
roughly. Only when I know my voice will be firm, I answer, "Well,
considering neither of us were in our right mind when we got... m...
mar... you know." Shit. Even the 'M' word is hard to say right
now. "It shouldn't be too difficult to file the paperwork to
end our civil union."
It was a fancy way of saying 'divorce.' Yet another word that
I wasn't even going to try forcing my mouth to form. Never in
my life did I ever plan on being married and divorced in less than
a few days.
Heero is quiet, chewing on the inside of his cheek while mulling the
idea over. I'm actually really surprised that he hasn't jumped at
the suggestion right away. Part of me wishes that he would just accept
it for what it is and not give me these false hopes that are starting
to build up.
I am seconds from imploding over the silence when he suddenly looks
over at me and announces in little more than a whisper, "What
if we stayed married for a while? Regardless of how we got here, I
don't want to fail at my first marriage without trying to make it
work."
Feeling the growl in my chest before I even hear it, I warn in a low
voice, "I'm not a damned mission, Yuy. Don't treat me or this
situation like one."
Much to my satisfaction, there is understanding in his gaze over the
concern. A small smile, he has the nerve to correct me with a reminded,
"Yuy-Maxwell." Then he actually has the nerve to chuckle
when my scowl deepens. "I am not looking at you or this marriage
as a mission," he promises, suddenly very serious and with all
of the sincerity in the world that is making my breath hitch.
Shrugging, Heero states, "We already live together, shared the
same bed enough times on account of fighting nightmares to know we
can manage that and neither of us is currently attached to anyone.
And I cannot speak on your behalf, but for me there is no one else
that I trust more to have some facet of a relationship beyond friendship
with. There are just a lot of elements in this situation that may
make this the right thing for us."
Leave it to the former 'Perfect Soldier' to weigh all of the ins and
outs of this cluster fuck of an epic magnitude.
A part of me wants to believe that there is more than reasoning behind
his suggestion... and maybe there is, even if he'd not about to come
right out and say it yet. I mean... he knows enough about his emotions
now to be more than aware if he is not attracted to me or cared for
me in that sense. If that were the case, I don't have a doubt that
he would have gladly taken up the divo... legal separation idea.
That alone is enough for me to feel confident to grin and nod, "All
right. We'll try it out, then." Snickering, I ask, "So...
when we're back home, how about a date? A night out at a nice restaurant
or something?"
My heart skips a couple of beats as that smile on my... husband's
face grows a bit. Nodding firmly, he agrees, "A date."
Of course, it's putting the cart before the horse... but it could
work. And that's enough to keep me smiling for the remainder of our
flight.
* * * *
I'll be honest... I was as nervous as hell over our first date. Right
up until we actually sat down in one of the finer restaurants private
rooms that we would never have stepped in for a simple hang out, my
stomach was in knots.
We're a couple of hours into our meal now and things have been better
that I expected. Really, I don't know what I had been so worried about.
We've had dinner and hung out together more times than I could count
before. The whole marriage thing really hasn't changed a whole lot
between us, which is great.
Although, there are come changes that are going to need to be made.
The first of those I need to address before we go on any further.
Finishing my sip of the wine that came with my meal, I comment, "You
know that we have to keep this between us when we're at work. Une
does not allow couples that are involved to work together as teammates."
Heero sits up and reaches into the pocket of his khakis to remove
two flesh-toned band-aids. "Already thought of that," he
replies while reaching over for my left hand. Efficient as ever, he
wraps one band-aid over my wedding ring and does the same to cover
his own. Unless someone was really looking closely, they really
would not have had any idea that we were hiding anything.
Laughing, I shake my head, "Leave it to you to cover all the
bases." I have to force myself to sober as I fold my arms and
ask, "What about the physical part? I might not know much about
relationships from my own experience, but I don't really care to be
in one that is missing that part."
"We can start out slow," he responds before chewing and
swallowing a piece of his steak. "It wouldn't be the best idea
to rush things." Swallowing a gulp of his own wine, he chuckles
at my raised eyebrow and adds, "At least not any more than they've
already been rushed."
Satisfied with that, I smile, "Works for me." That grin
becomes a wicked smirk as I inform, "I don't kiss on
the first date, though.”
There is a bit of relief in those deep blues in seeing
that I was in no rush to push things as Heero grins, "Fair
enough." Slicing into his meal, he inquired, "What about
the sleeping arrangements?"
Good question. I decide to just speak out my thoughts as I shrug,
"Well, you did mention before that we've shared the same bed
plenty of times. I don't see how we couldn't get used to that on a
regular basis. We could turn whichever room we don't take up into
a guest room... for when we're ready to have guests see our living
arrangements." It's my turn to be relieved when my partner nods
in acceptance of that suggestion.
"I like the view of the ocean from my room better to sleep and
wake up to," Heero throws in. He quickly states, "That
is, of course, if you don't mind moving the bulk of your things in
there."
A smile spreads on my face as I reply, "Not a problem. You also
have the king bed, so that'll work out better for us, too." My
best friend smiles back and we silently check that little issue from
the list of items that need to be addressed.
From there, we continue to discuss the finer details of our marriage
and how we are going to make it something we are both comfortable
with.
* * * *
You know, I'm actually more nervous getting ready for bed now than
I was leading up to that dinner earlier. It's our first night-
well that we're sober enough to actually experience- as a married
couple. Even though the plan is to take things slow, I really have
no idea just how this is going to work out,
Sure, Heero and I have shared the same bed before. But we always stayed
on our own sides of the bed, never really getting any closer than
to let the other sense that they weren't alone should the nightmares
of the wars and our pasts creep in.
This is something entirely different.
Running a hand through my bangs, I step into Hee- no- our room. Already
heading for the bed in his usual sleep gear of a gray tank top and
white boxers, my husband pulls the covers back and looks almost as
nervous as I feel when he looks back at me. I swallow past the constriction
in my throat and head for my side of the mattress to slide under the
comforter.
It only takes a second for Heero to follow my lead and take up his
half, turning the lamp light off in the process. The large windows
overlooking the ocean allow enough moonlight in that I can make him
out perfectly and we just stare awkwardly at each other for a moment.
Then, slowly, 'Ro creeps closer towards the middle of the bed
and I join him there. We make a few tries as to best to tangle up
a bit before we settle on my turning my back to him while his arms
wrap around my middle from behind. Nearly the moment we settle like
that, it's like the air is breathable again as a weight is lifted.
I'm glad that he can't see the goofy grin on my face right now. This
feeling that I have laying like this with him spooning me is pretty
incredible. Like we belong like this.
Heero sighs quietly by my ear as he whispers, "Good
night, Duo."
"'Night, 'Ro," I smile in just as quiet a reply. Soon, I
can hear and feel his even breathing as a sign that he's drifted off.
Closing my own eyes, I lay my arm over his and just take in the feeling
for a moment before dreaming away.
Yea. I can definitely get used to this.
TBC
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