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"After Happily Ever After "Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Language, angst (I mean, duh), sex Pairings: 3x4, 2x3, 1x4 Summary: What happens when Happily Ever After turns out to be the worst thing that ever happened to you? A story about second chances, love and friendship. And Quatre Winner. A/N: This is not my fault. I didn't want to write.
I absolutely do NOT want to write a fic with Quatre Winner as the
main character but… I have to. "After Happily Ever After " Chapter Five In retrospect, cooking dinner had been a terrible plan. It was their seventh date, if Heero counted the three times they had met for coffee as well as their two dinner dates and the movie they had watched together on Netflix last week, talking over Skype while Heero imagined Quatre curled up in bed with Rashid, and Heero counted that as a date. Two nights ago, after dinner, Quatre had invited him over, joked about Rashid missing him and the blond had a look on his face somewhere between anxious and excited and Heero had said that he missed Rashid too. So he followed Quatre over to his house, driving his own car because he had a morning shift at the hospital and he wasn't sure if Quatre wanted him to stay the night or what - but as soon as they walked into Quatre's house, a cute two bedroom place right on the lake, Heero's phone started to whine, that irritating tone Duo had programmed for him so he knew when the hospital was calling, when there was an emergency. So tonight, Heero had bribed a resident into making sure that Heero would not be called in if there was an emergency - he wasn't the only trauma surgeon at the hospital, and he wasn't even the only surgical fellow focused in trauma. That part of the plan had been solid, and Duo was at the hospital tonight anyway, so if something incredible came in that Heero would hate himself for missing, Duo would call him. Heero remembered that this was Duo's go-to date when he wanted to make sure his partner would stay the night. But then, Duo could actually cook, he didn't live on frozen meals and coffee and he didn't consider baked macaroni and cheese a gourmet meal. So it had been a terrible idea, his plan to roast a chicken, and maybe he shouldn't have brushed Duo off when his friend asked him what his plans for tonight were, because Duo probably would have told him this wouldn't work. But Heero wasn't all that keen on sharing details about his dates with Quatre with Duo. He didn't want to broach that topic, didn't want to have the awkward, guess who I'm dating? Your boyfriend's ex-fiance. The one he left at the altar. Remember that day? Which meant that Quatre arrived promptly at seven, cheeks and nose red from the cold even though he was bundled up in a wool overcoat and scarf and his jeans looked thick, the blond wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air. "Is something burning?" "Shit." Heero left Quatre on his doorstep and rushed into the kitchen. He opened the oven door and a flood of smoke poured out. "Open the window," Quatre suggested, walking into the kitchen and gesturing to the window above the kitchen sink. Heero followed his suggestion, and he hoped the smoke would dissipate before - The fire alarm started to go off. Heero yanked a chair out from the dining room and used it to climb up and reach the smoke detector. He pulled the batteries out and then he stepped down from the chair, but he lost his balance and - Quatre caught him, helping him find his footing on the floor and offering a smile of amusement and commiseration. "Hi," Quatre said, and his voice, his smile and his blue eyes made it easy to forget the disaster Heero had just created. "Hi," he replied and he realized that Quatre still had one arm around him and he took advantage of that and leaned in to kiss him. Quatre kissed him back and it didn't really matter anymore that the chicken was burnt. "I'm sure the chicken would have been great," Quatre said when the kiss ended, "but I'm a fan of boxed macaroni and cheese too." Heero had told Quatre about that, about how he sometimes took the time to boil water and make the boxed meal instead of just his usual frozen dinners and Quatre had laughed and sighed and admitted that he too wasn't the best cook, that he too didn't really take the time to make too many real meals, even though he usually had the time. "You're sure?" Heero had to ask. Quatre nodded. "Yeah. You'll have to make it up to me, of course," he joked. "I will," Heero promised. The boxed macaroni wasn't complicated, but Quatre helped him with it, the two of them working together while Quatre asked Heero about his day and it was nice. It was easy, too, which surprised Heero. When they sat down at the dining room table, each with a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of white wine, Quatre teased him a little about it, especially when Heero discovered he didn't actually own wine glasses - apparently those had been Duo's, and he had taken them when he moved in with Trowa a few months ago - so they had to drink the wine out of coffee mugs. "I'm sorry," Heero had to say as they cleaned up after the meal, and he was confronted by the burnt husk of the roasted chicken sitting on the counter. "This wasn't exactly the date I had planned." Quatre shrugged and joined Heero at the sink, drying the dishes as he washed them. "I don't mind. I've still had a great time. It's not like I came over here for chicken, in any case." Heero looked over at him, and Quatre held his gaze. He was smiling slightly, as though a little unsure, and maybe Heero didn't have fantastic people skills, but he knew enough to at least recognize this opening for what it was and he took it. He turned off the water and backed Quatre up against the counter, until their bodies were pressed together and their noses touched. "I'm glad," Heero said and he brushed his lips over Quatre's. The blond shivered and then leaned into the kiss, opening his lips and his tongue teased against Heero's mouth until Heero allowed him entrance. And then Heero was the one backed up, against the refrigerator, and Quatre's hands were under his sweater, tracing over his skin and Heero groaned. He started to guide them out of the kitchen, hoping he didn't back them into a table or something and end up breaking one of their legs. Quatre pulled away long enough to let Heero remove his sweater, and then Quatre tugged at the hem of Heero's until Heero took that off as well. Their naked chests felt good together, Quatre's skin smooth and firm under Heero's hands and he had to reach out and brace them against a wall when Quatre sucked on his neck and Heero momentarily lost his balance. "Sorry," Quatre chuckled. "No you're not," Heero replied and then moaned when Quatre bit down gently. It might leave a mark, and it would probably be visible considering the line of the scrubs he usually wore, and Duo would no doubt give him hell for it, but Heero really didn't care. He reached for Quatre's jeans, running his hands over Quatre's ass and squeezing. "What do you want to do?" Heero asked as he manouvered them down the hall and towards his bedroom. "I have protection, but we don't have to go that far, we can do whatever you want." Quatre pulled him back in for a kiss and at the same time thrust his hips against Heero's and grabbed his ass. "I want to go that far," Quatre assured him. Heero had to smirk at that, at the way Quatre's blond hair fell over his forehead and his lips were swollen from kissing Heero and Quatre smirked back, clearly enjoying the view just as much as Heero was, but then Quatre glanced behind Heero. His entire demeanour changed. His smirk went away and he released Heero, his posture transforming from one of excitement to one of devastation. Heero turned, wondering what Quatre had seen, and then - The photograph, from last summer. Duo had convinced Heero to go to the beach with him and Trowa for a week. It was only six months into their relationship, and Heero was still fairly uneasy around Trowa, but it had been a good week, and Duo, being Duo, had managed to get them invited to a clam bake at the house next to theirs and the photograph was from that night, the three of them standing by the ocean at sunset, looking tanned and happy and Duo was in the middle, with Heero on one side and Trowa on the other and even Trowa, who rarely showed much emotion, was smirking as he looked at Duo instead of the camera. "You know him?" Quatre's voice sounded broken and Heero winced. He hadn't thought to put away the photograph, he barely even remembered it was there most of the time, but Duo had given it to him, and it was one of the few photographs Heero had of himself smiling. "Yes," Heero replied and he didn't know which him Quatre was asking about, but it didn't really matter. Quatre turned his gaze back to Heero and it looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Were you there that day?" ~ * ~ |
