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Two Knights
See, Sol, I did manage to write something.
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When she finally emerged from her long, bubbly, almost boilingly hot bath, it was almost noon. She found a simple summer dress and twisted her hair into a loose bun, and went in search of her friends. The dinner table wasn't ready and Pargan, a purring kitten on his shoulder, informed her with a kind smile that her guests had requested her presence on the terrace by the pool.
They had, as she noticed, decided to have a barbecue. Heero was turning his back to her as he almost frantically tried to keep the fire from going out, throwing words in Japanese that sounded awfully like curses, and Duo was hunched over a plastic bag on the table, giving a dark glare at a chair in a shadowed corner. After observation, she realized that Kuro was curled up comfortably under said chair and peacefully munching on a raw sausage.
Heero's white shirt was half unbuttoned, floating out of his tight, faded jeans. He often needed to bend over to pick up more coal. She politely wrenched her eyes away from the seat of his pants. Duo was getting distracted from the dog by Heero's jeans-clad ass too. His red tanktop hung low off his shoulders. She could see a pink nipple, behind the wisps of hair falling over his collarbones. For a second she wondered, quite inappropriately, what they looked like naked.
Or naked and together.
She decided to serve herself a big glass of ice-cold water.
"Oh, Relly. Hey."
She gave Duo a smile and a nod as she went to the table... freezing for a second as she noticed that Heero was half-turned toward her, and in the process of relaxing. She'd startled him. He was still holding the fire poker defensively, as if ready to lift it and brain the intruder. She bit her lip and gave him an apologetic look, but he was already turning away, apparently embarrassed by his lapse into soldier mindset.
"So. Slept well?"
"Very well, thank you. The next time one of you unplugs my alarm clock, I will be forced to retaliate."
Duo threw her a lazy smirk, but it was Heero's innocent look that made her laugh. It didn't suit him at all.
"What's so funny?" he asked, frowning faintly, his lips pursed into a not-quite-a-pout expression. She labeled the expression "sulky" and put it away in the mental folder reserved for them. Heero's expressions were always so subtle that most people were led to believe that he only had three: none, contemptuous and angry. When he smiled, it was either with his eyes only, or it was a smirk. When he made another face, she was quick to commit it to memory.
"You are. Innocence looks as realistic on you as it does on Duo. You should try for puzzled annoyance next time," she advised with a smile as she went to the barbecue to check how close the meat was to being ready.
"Is that your professional advice, vice-Minister?" Heero asked. His voice was dry, annoyed. His eyes were laughing. She had wanted to kiss him that badly before, but not since her adolescent hormones had calmed down. She gave him an innocent look, as much to show him how it was done than to hide the way her heart had jumped.
Duo burst out laughing. "I think we're outclassed here."
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The sausages were half-burned and yet she had never tasted better before. It was the company, of course. Heero's thoughtful conversation and Duo's anecdotes, Duo's irreverent jokes and Heero's quietly sarcastic comments, and the way they could have monopolized the conversation, leaving her to listen in and admire the way they shared and debated ideas, the way they mocked each other's little faults and opinions gently -- and yet including her in effortlessly. She should have felt like a third wheel -- her opinions on life were wildly different from theirs, and her sense of humor certainly not as daring as Duo's or as dry as Heero's -- but she didn't.
She didn't feel excluded -- heck, sometimes she forgot that they were a couple and she was ... outside the couple. They were just three friends, having a rather rudimentary but very entertaining meal together, and she regretted that she had never gotten to know Duo that well before. Sure, if there hadn't been Heero to bring her closer to the energetic, disrespectful, decidedly not well-bred young man, she wouldn't have even tried, but she would have missed something. He was bright, had strong, well thought-out opinions, and yet tempered it all with a compassion she wouldn't have expected from someone with his history.
Of course, he could also be a rude brat.
"Eat more sausage, Relly-baby!" he was now saying, waving one under her nose. "We've got tons left," he added, pointing at the plate full of half-burned meat.
"I'm stuffed, Duo," she replied for the third time, trying to avoid the waving piece of sausage he was aiming at her mouth.
"You've barely eaten. Don't tell me you're on a diet, we've already talked about that."
Sighing and embarrassed, she accepted to be fed... only to blink as she saw Heero start to blush.
Duo blinked at her surprise, looked at Heero --who scowled, blushing even more hotly-- and burst out laughing, so hard he had to lean back in his chair not to knock things over on the table. He managed to stop snickering for a few seconds, leered at Heero -- "Mmm, open your mouth for my sausage, baby..." -- and started laughing again.
Relena was mortified. How could she have not seen how suggestive letting a boy feed her such a phallic-looking food was? She clenched her hands on her napkin, looking down. She regretted having pulled her hair back or she would have hidden behind it. If she hadn't been used to hurtful personal attacks from work, she would have gotten up and fled for her room, her embarrassment was that intense.
Duo was trying to control his snickers, but wasn't having much luck. He kept trying to comment, but luckily he was laughing so hard it wasn't intelligible.
Heero jumped on his feet suddenly, startling them both. He was still red and he looked annoyed, and that prompted Duo's guffaws to calm down a little.
"haha... What's-- HEY!!"
Relena blinked. Heero had just pulled Duo up and thrown him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"HEY!! What the hell are you doing?! Heero!!"
Duo was struggling, hitting Heero's back and even his butt with his fists, but the Japanese man didn't even seem to notice. He stalked away, his back stiff with determination, his boyfriend slung over his shoulder like particularly squirmy baggage. Relena pushed herself up slowly, staring at them.
"Heero, it's not funny, what the hell-- NOO!!!"
SPLASH!!!
Swimming pool, meet Duo Maxwell, she thought, caught between bewilderment and hysterical laughter. Duo resurfaced, coughing and spluttering.
"BASTARD!!"
Heero came back to the table. She noticed with surprise that his cheeks were still red and that he wasn't looking at her.
"You didn't need to throw him in the pool," she ventured, glancing at him shyly.
"Yes I did," Heero grumped, still not looking up. "He was too busy laughing at me to notice it embarrassed you."
Relena blinked. Duo had been laughing at Heero, not at her? But why--oh. OH.
She thought she'd been blushing before, but that was nothing compared to the state of her cheeks now.
Heero was attacking his own sausages with vigor, cutting them up into tiny pieces before spearing them fiercely with his fork and chewing them as though they were leather. Relena looked down at her own plate and poked at a forgotten tomato slice.
They were so busy not looking up that neither of them noticed the mer-Duo monster before he wound his wet arms around Heero's neck and pulled him back. The chair toppled over and Duo dragged his struggling and kicking boyfriend to the pool, where he tried to throw him but, due to the wide puddle he'd left when he crawled out and dumped his shoes, slipped and fell with him.
Relena choked on an incredulous laughter. They were wrestling underwater. She didn't know if that was play or not; she'd never seen them fight but then, she'd never seen then having an argument either. Vaguely worried, she stepped closer to the pool.
"Help!!"
Duo burst out of the pool, climbing on the deck, his hair and tanktop dripping enough water to drown someone. Relena's shoes were splashed, but she didn't think of stepping back.
He looked up at her, wet bangs stuck to his cheekbones and eyelashes thickened with water, and for a second looked like a stranger. A mysterious stranger, born from the sea -- and then Heero got a hold of his ankle and started to drag him back in, and Duo flopped on his back as he struggled and -- and his thighs were around Heero's waist as Heero's hands caught the waist of Duo's jeans to force him in the water and Heero's white shirt had been pulled half-open and one of his shoulders was bare and they were wet, so wet -- and Heero was laughing, as was Duo, and she wondered for a second if that was what they looked like in bed.
"Rel!! Help!!" Duo called again, still laughing, as he playfully tried to squirm out of Heero's hold and cling to the deck. She hesitated a second, feeling dizzy and out of place -- she had never participated in that sort of roughhousing ; her usual friends would never have been caught misbehaving so. She didn't know what she was supposed to do.
"Help how?" she asked cautiously, stepping closer to the edge but keeping a careful eye on them to stay away from their splashes.
... and then I started to read a fic, and then Sera tempted me with RP-nes, so i stopped writing. I shall end the scene tomorrow. If I remember. :p
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When she finally emerged from her long, bubbly, almost boilingly hot bath, it was almost noon. She found a simple summer dress and twisted her hair into a loose bun, and went in search of her friends. The dinner table wasn't ready and Pargan, a purring kitten on his shoulder, informed her with a kind smile that her guests had requested her presence on the terrace by the pool.
They had, as she noticed, decided to have a barbecue. Heero was turning his back to her as he almost frantically tried to keep the fire from going out, throwing words in Japanese that sounded awfully like curses, and Duo was hunched over a plastic bag on the table, giving a dark glare at a chair in a shadowed corner. After observation, she realized that Kuro was curled up comfortably under said chair and peacefully munching on a raw sausage.
Heero's white shirt was half unbuttoned, floating out of his tight, faded jeans. He often needed to bend over to pick up more coal. She politely wrenched her eyes away from the seat of his pants. Duo was getting distracted from the dog by Heero's jeans-clad ass too. His red tanktop hung low off his shoulders. She could see a pink nipple, behind the wisps of hair falling over his collarbones. For a second she wondered, quite inappropriately, what they looked like naked.
Or naked and together.
She decided to serve herself a big glass of ice-cold water.
"Oh, Relly. Hey."
She gave Duo a smile and a nod as she went to the table... freezing for a second as she noticed that Heero was half-turned toward her, and in the process of relaxing. She'd startled him. He was still holding the fire poker defensively, as if ready to lift it and brain the intruder. She bit her lip and gave him an apologetic look, but he was already turning away, apparently embarrassed by his lapse into soldier mindset.
"So. Slept well?"
"Very well, thank you. The next time one of you unplugs my alarm clock, I will be forced to retaliate."
Duo threw her a lazy smirk, but it was Heero's innocent look that made her laugh. It didn't suit him at all.
"What's so funny?" he asked, frowning faintly, his lips pursed into a not-quite-a-pout expression. She labeled the expression "sulky" and put it away in the mental folder reserved for them. Heero's expressions were always so subtle that most people were led to believe that he only had three: none, contemptuous and angry. When he smiled, it was either with his eyes only, or it was a smirk. When he made another face, she was quick to commit it to memory.
"You are. Innocence looks as realistic on you as it does on Duo. You should try for puzzled annoyance next time," she advised with a smile as she went to the barbecue to check how close the meat was to being ready.
"Is that your professional advice, vice-Minister?" Heero asked. His voice was dry, annoyed. His eyes were laughing. She had wanted to kiss him that badly before, but not since her adolescent hormones had calmed down. She gave him an innocent look, as much to show him how it was done than to hide the way her heart had jumped.
Duo burst out laughing. "I think we're outclassed here."
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The sausages were half-burned and yet she had never tasted better before. It was the company, of course. Heero's thoughtful conversation and Duo's anecdotes, Duo's irreverent jokes and Heero's quietly sarcastic comments, and the way they could have monopolized the conversation, leaving her to listen in and admire the way they shared and debated ideas, the way they mocked each other's little faults and opinions gently -- and yet including her in effortlessly. She should have felt like a third wheel -- her opinions on life were wildly different from theirs, and her sense of humor certainly not as daring as Duo's or as dry as Heero's -- but she didn't.
She didn't feel excluded -- heck, sometimes she forgot that they were a couple and she was ... outside the couple. They were just three friends, having a rather rudimentary but very entertaining meal together, and she regretted that she had never gotten to know Duo that well before. Sure, if there hadn't been Heero to bring her closer to the energetic, disrespectful, decidedly not well-bred young man, she wouldn't have even tried, but she would have missed something. He was bright, had strong, well thought-out opinions, and yet tempered it all with a compassion she wouldn't have expected from someone with his history.
Of course, he could also be a rude brat.
"Eat more sausage, Relly-baby!" he was now saying, waving one under her nose. "We've got tons left," he added, pointing at the plate full of half-burned meat.
"I'm stuffed, Duo," she replied for the third time, trying to avoid the waving piece of sausage he was aiming at her mouth.
"You've barely eaten. Don't tell me you're on a diet, we've already talked about that."
Sighing and embarrassed, she accepted to be fed... only to blink as she saw Heero start to blush.
Duo blinked at her surprise, looked at Heero --who scowled, blushing even more hotly-- and burst out laughing, so hard he had to lean back in his chair not to knock things over on the table. He managed to stop snickering for a few seconds, leered at Heero -- "Mmm, open your mouth for my sausage, baby..." -- and started laughing again.
Relena was mortified. How could she have not seen how suggestive letting a boy feed her such a phallic-looking food was? She clenched her hands on her napkin, looking down. She regretted having pulled her hair back or she would have hidden behind it. If she hadn't been used to hurtful personal attacks from work, she would have gotten up and fled for her room, her embarrassment was that intense.
Duo was trying to control his snickers, but wasn't having much luck. He kept trying to comment, but luckily he was laughing so hard it wasn't intelligible.
Heero jumped on his feet suddenly, startling them both. He was still red and he looked annoyed, and that prompted Duo's guffaws to calm down a little.
"haha... What's-- HEY!!"
Relena blinked. Heero had just pulled Duo up and thrown him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"HEY!! What the hell are you doing?! Heero!!"
Duo was struggling, hitting Heero's back and even his butt with his fists, but the Japanese man didn't even seem to notice. He stalked away, his back stiff with determination, his boyfriend slung over his shoulder like particularly squirmy baggage. Relena pushed herself up slowly, staring at them.
"Heero, it's not funny, what the hell-- NOO!!!"
SPLASH!!!
Swimming pool, meet Duo Maxwell, she thought, caught between bewilderment and hysterical laughter. Duo resurfaced, coughing and spluttering.
"BASTARD!!"
Heero came back to the table. She noticed with surprise that his cheeks were still red and that he wasn't looking at her.
"You didn't need to throw him in the pool," she ventured, glancing at him shyly.
"Yes I did," Heero grumped, still not looking up. "He was too busy laughing at me to notice it embarrassed you."
Relena blinked. Duo had been laughing at Heero, not at her? But why--oh. OH.
She thought she'd been blushing before, but that was nothing compared to the state of her cheeks now.
Heero was attacking his own sausages with vigor, cutting them up into tiny pieces before spearing them fiercely with his fork and chewing them as though they were leather. Relena looked down at her own plate and poked at a forgotten tomato slice.
They were so busy not looking up that neither of them noticed the mer-Duo monster before he wound his wet arms around Heero's neck and pulled him back. The chair toppled over and Duo dragged his struggling and kicking boyfriend to the pool, where he tried to throw him but, due to the wide puddle he'd left when he crawled out and dumped his shoes, slipped and fell with him.
Relena choked on an incredulous laughter. They were wrestling underwater. She didn't know if that was play or not; she'd never seen them fight but then, she'd never seen then having an argument either. Vaguely worried, she stepped closer to the pool.
"Help!!"
Duo burst out of the pool, climbing on the deck, his hair and tanktop dripping enough water to drown someone. Relena's shoes were splashed, but she didn't think of stepping back.
He looked up at her, wet bangs stuck to his cheekbones and eyelashes thickened with water, and for a second looked like a stranger. A mysterious stranger, born from the sea -- and then Heero got a hold of his ankle and started to drag him back in, and Duo flopped on his back as he struggled and -- and his thighs were around Heero's waist as Heero's hands caught the waist of Duo's jeans to force him in the water and Heero's white shirt had been pulled half-open and one of his shoulders was bare and they were wet, so wet -- and Heero was laughing, as was Duo, and she wondered for a second if that was what they looked like in bed.
"Rel!! Help!!" Duo called again, still laughing, as he playfully tried to squirm out of Heero's hold and cling to the deck. She hesitated a second, feeling dizzy and out of place -- she had never participated in that sort of roughhousing ; her usual friends would never have been caught misbehaving so. She didn't know what she was supposed to do.
"Help how?" she asked cautiously, stepping closer to the edge but keeping a careful eye on them to stay away from their splashes.
... and then I started to read a fic, and then Sera tempted me with RP-nes, so i stopped writing. I shall end the scene tomorrow. If I remember. :p
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... she better not call Duo a "little prince" or something.
(Swipe his shorts and do him in the pool, Heero!)
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*pokes at Duo* Hurry up your match making-ness buddy! I wanna see the three of you all happy together!
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I'm okay now. Really, I am.
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not in the pool! ... the jacuzzi, maybe.
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.... Who doesn't? They're sexy as hell! *grin* Now... do we get more of this fic? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?
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Right, now I'm going to hunt down everything so far of the clone fic, print it off and attempt to convince my English teacher that it _is_ an extract from a Science Fiction Distopia novel. Shouldn't be too hard...Of course, this makes you officially a Novelist. Congratulations!
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^^
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