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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"
It was late September, the trees around the small wooden cabin were yellow and gold and red. It was beautiful. Yet instead of a chill in the air, there was a bright sunshine and a dry heat that was unexpected. Duo supposed that was what they meant as he basked on the wooden bench on the deck, a cup of coffee loose in his hand as he gazed out into the forest around him. It was a vacation but vacations didn’t really work for them. Duo sometimes wondered why they even tried. Usually a world threatening event happened days before whatever plans they made and they were forced to cancel. This time it was a cabin that Quatre owned and that was the only reason they hadn’t given up and gone back home already. Heero was working. It was a beautiful morning and instead of sitting drinking coffee with Duo, he was using the secure network that Quatre had installed in the “office” and was currently dealing with some cyber security issue that Duo knew better than to ask about. He could be annoyed or angry. Yet Duo wasn’t. It had happened too many times and it wasn’t Heero’s fault. Sometimes he thought they deserved peace - that they deserved to live a life without Preventer or Relena or a sense of duty towards protecting the peace they fought for. But it wasn’t going to happen and Duo had reconciled that long ago. Maybe that was maturity. Or maybe it was just giving up. Or maybe he was just getting old. He chuckled to himself. Duo closed his eyes and felt the sun. He was wearing only the loose tartan pyjama shorts he’d worn to sleep in the night before and a black hoodie, unzipped over his chest. His feet were bare so he could feel the residual heat from the wooden planks underneath and he felt the warmth wash over him. He let his mind go blank as he focused on the heat, the sound of the trees rustling in the wind and his own deep slow breaths, a sense of serenity filling him for a scant few moments. He didn’t open his eyes when he heard movement, the creak of wood and the shift in the world around him. Duo felt the bench move underneath him as Heero sat beside him, yet he didn’t open his eyes, didn’t respond as he felt Heero settle down, his body close enough to touch. “I have to go back,” Heero said softly. Duo knew it was coming. Yet he stayed for a moment longer in his heat filled haze - breathing in the heady smell of the forest alongside Heero’s scent, close and familiar. “I figured.” “Sorry.” Duo opened his eyes and glanced towards Heero who was looking straight forward, his expression serious. He learned his head, resting it against Heero’s shoulder and sighed. “Let’s go back, huh?” “You don’t have to,” Heero replied. “Naw, vacations kinda suck alone.” They paused, sat together in the sun and Duo could sense Heero’s reluctance to leave. “It’s beautiful here,” Heero said. “Yeah and one day we’ll no longer have to save the world so damn much and we can have a vacation.” Heero laughed softly. “One day.” With that, Heero planted a soft kiss on the top of Duo’s head and left to start packing up. Duo stayed for one more minute, finishing his now cold coffee in the sun thinking that they deserved that. And maybe, just maybe, one day they would get it. |
