"Nightmare Monday Mornings"

Written By: Zazu

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Nothing but a little silliness.

Pairings: 1+2+1

Notes: I have nothing against Mondays. This is not beta-read, and is written in Duo's point of view. In my eyes, Duo is both the silly jester he tries to portray, but also has deeper, darker emotions. In this little ficlet, it's one of his 'silly' times.

Written: June 1, 2006

" Nightmare Monday Mornings"

Monday mornings are always a nightmare.

Gloomy, rainy Monday mornings, like today, are even worse. It's like, you have to get up in the morning to go to work, and there's no sunshine to greet you.

I usually like sunshine. Just not sunshine shining in my eyes when I wake up. But that's beside the point at the moment.

After a weekend of relaxing, it's always tough to dig yourself up to go through another five days of work, given that you work stable hours. As a Preventer Agent, I guess one doesn't *really* have stable hours, but there's something embedded in my mindset that Mondays mean waking up to the unofficial start of a new week. Keeping in mind, of course, that Sundays are the technical start of each week, hence 'unofficial'. And also keeping in mind, that Heero and I like to get up relatively early each morning, no matter what day it was, or what weather is like outside.

But I still hate Mondays.

Maybe it's the fact that people in the streets tend to be grouchier. Just as easily as laughter is contagious, so is a negative mood. It's totally understandable though, I mean, if I had to be in charge of wearing out the kids over the weekend, and then getting them up for school on a Monday morning, I'd be grouchy too. If you consider my abundance of energy, you'd realize that the 'wearing out' was Heero's job. So is the managing of breakfast, and digging me out of bed on a Monday morning.

Except today I guess, since I'm contemplating nightmare Monday mornings at five frickin A.M. I snuck a glance at Heero as he lay fast asleep, but I don't dare to stare too long in case he feels my eyes and wakes up. I take the moment to revel at how relaxed he looks before I turn back to my inner banter.

Usually, rain is nice. It means there isn't a need to water the garden. It means the nice pitter-patter of raindrops on windows that Heero and I both seem to enjoy when we have some quiet time. It means easier to slip around on observation missions since everyone is hiding under raincoats and ponchos and umbrellas, and generally looking down as they rush about. Oh, can't forget the squeaky shoes. I love squeaky shoes, but I don't know why. It drives Heero crazy, and if anyone knows how to make me stop making my shoes squeak, it's him. I'll leave you to figure out how he does it.

The downside of rain is that there are less people around, making other missions harder. Visibility lowers. There's no chance of sitting out in the cool shade of our tree. And it makes my braid a huge, tangled mess. Of course the upside to that is having Heero help me comb it out, and he usually throws in a nice head massage. What can I say? I'm fair enough to weigh out the pros and cons to every subject matter.

The lack of sunshine makes it harder to tell if it's morning, and I tend to rush around feeling panicked that I'd be late, even though deep down I know Heero would never allow that to happen. Well, he did once, but give the poor man some slack, he was feeling under the weather that day. I smiled for a moment. Heero rarely fell sick, and when he did, he was a tough patient because he still thinks he's capable of anything and everything. That's when I get to baby him a little, and no, that does not mean I take advantage of him. If anything he takes advantage of me, but I'm not really complaining.

A hand touched my bare hip under the blanket and I turned to see his sleepy cobalt eyes blink at me.

"You're up early on a Monday."

Great, now he's teasing me.

"Yea. Rain woke me up, I guess." I shrugged, lacing my fingers with his at my waist. He drew his other hand through his hair and shook his head for a moment before he tucked the hand under his head. "It's early, isn't it?"

"Very." I sighed.

"What were you smiling about?" He asked after a moment.

"You." I grinned a bit. "Taking advantage of me when you're sick."

"I do no such thing." His eyebrows furrowed, but I know he's still teasing; he knows what I'm talking about.

"Do too! Like when you insisted on getting up on your own and then you fell and *groped* me when I helped you up!"

"I was trying to steady myself." There was a flicker in his eyes and he shifted. "Though I admit I like what I touched."

"Just because you follow your motions with a compliment doesn't mean-" His lips pressed against mine and he lined our bodies together, effectively drowning out the end of my sentence. When he pulled back a couple minutes later, the thunder boomed and lightening ripped through the sky. I stared at him for a moment, completely focused on him and nothing else.

"You were saying?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"Kiss me." I leaned forward to bring our lips together again.

I guess I forgot to mention that it's a mind-blowing experience to make love to Heero when there's a storm raging out--

He kissed the sensitive spot under my ear and I reached around his waist to press us close together and send jolts of pleasant shock through both our bodies.

An hour and a half later, I sat at the kitchen table humming as I tied the elastic to the end of my braid. Heero set a mug of coffee down in front of me and I handed him the toast I had buttered for him. He gave me a smile of thanks, and I think I feel myself melting inside.

I love Monday mornings.

Rainy Monday mornings.

Rainy Monday mornings when I wake up early enough to do a bit of thinking before Heero wakes up and-

And that's all I'm going to say.

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My first posted fanfic! All kinds of comments and critiques are welcome! I wrote this because I figure almost everyone has one of these 'bad days' or notions that a certain day is the 'worst day of the week', and here's Duo's view on it. Thanks for reading!

 

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