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"Gravity and Oxygen"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Swearing, Implied relationships, Blood
and Injury, Angst, Fluff Pairings: 1x2 Summary: A series of vignettes of Heero and Duo navigating post-war life together. Notes: Inspired by the song Follow You by Bring
Me the Horizon and a set of OTP prompts I found. "Gravity and Oxygen" Chapter 3 - Nicknames
“‘Ro. Babe. Baby. Snuggle puss. Sweetheart. Star in the darkest sky. Beef-cake. Cutie-patootie…” The only response was a glare. Duo expected as much but it was still hilarious to elicit such a look of pure hatred from the one he was professing love for. “None.” “Come on, give me a favourite or I’ll start making up some more… Honey bunny. Sweet stuff. Buns o’ steel.” The scowl deepened and Duo stifled a snigger. “Why do I need a nickname?” “It’s my thing. Cutie-Q, Tro’, ‘Fei, ‘Hil, ‘Lena and of course, Sexy Zechsy. It’s like my jam.” Heero arched an eyebrow. “Your… jam?” “You know, like my thing. Something that makes me Duo. It’s kinda hard to explain... maybe it’s just my way of making connections. Of asserting friendship or belonging or something…” “With Sexy Zechsy?” Duo laughed. “Naw.. that’s just to piss him off.” “Good,” Heero replied, a slight smirk on his face, “otherwise I’d have to kill him.” “Think it’s against the rules to kill a Prev colleague.” “I’d take the risk.” They sat in silence then, the fading afternoon sun shining through the window, illuminating where they sat together on the couch. Duo could almost see the cogs in Heero’s head turning, the thoughts swirling, the feelings he was trying to recalibrate and put into an order he understood. “Maybe,” he started softly, “you can call me ‘Ro. It’s the least irritating of the options.” “I like that… ‘Ro.” “But maybe sometimes… you could call me babe when no one else is around…” “Yeah?” Duo asked, a smug grin on his face as he got the meaning behind Heero’s words. “Not honey bunny?” “Definitely not.” Duo leaned over then for a kiss full of intent with teeth and tongue and a handful of Heero’s shirt clutched in his fist. “Come to bed, babe,” he whispered when they parted, his breath ghosting across Heero’s moist lips. Heero complied and did not complain about Duo's nicknames anymore.
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