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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"
“Just follow my lead.” Heero usually would not question following Duo’s lead. In fact, he had long since acknowledged that Duo was a superior pilot and would quite happily sit by in the co-pilot seat and only act if called on. Indeed when on rare Preventer missions together, Heero would defer to Duo’s instinctive leadership style that often accounted for variables that Heero was less able to see. Duo took into account people and their idiosyncrasies, something that Heero would always struggle with and it made him better to lead when there were other agents involved. Yet this was an entirely different situation. There was no battle field, no terrorist or criminal headquarters being infiltrated or a warzone to navigate. Instead they were on a dancefloor in a ballroom surrounded by politicians, journalists and Preventer agents, the whole situation artificial and uncomfortable, lit by bright yellow lights. “No one’s watching,” Duo said soothingly, “not when Quatre and Relena are dancing together… think the paparazzi are literally going feral.” It was very true that no one seemed to care right now. Heero could barely see Quatre and Relena who were situated in the middle of a gaggle of men and women with cameras. The flashes were staccato, almost in time to the music, every person behind the lens wanting the best shot to sell across the Earth Sphere. No matter how many years had passed, they still symbolised hope and peace. They still had that pressure, that life of political maneuvering, the need to be picture perfect and Heero didn’t envy them. He and Duo had faded, forgotten to all but those who needed to know who they were and what they had done. It had given them the freedom to become Preventer agents. To now retire from that Preventer life. Even though Une had still not fully approved a full release of Preventer duties asking whether they could be called on if a “situation arose” that their specific set of skills were required. Now no one was watching but still Heero knew he was holding himself stiffly, that his movements were awkward, his hands loose on Duo’s hips. Of course, he had danced with Relena before but never in public with Duo. It wasn’t that he was ashamed, just that he found it hard to relax in such a public situation and by concentrating on the dance and the feel of Duo’s body close, he was not checking exits or seeing if there was a sharp shooter that had bypassed all the security protocols and was using the distraction of the paparazzi as an opportunity… “It’s not your job.” “Huh?” “It’s not your job to protect Relena. Or Quatre. Or any of this. We are guests and this is what guests at fancy gala’s do.” Heero shook his head, amazed once again that Duo had read his mind. It had probably been obvious, his eyes darting, his body stiff and ready to react at a moment's notice, his mouth in a thin line. “It’s going to take time,” Heero replied. “I know… so just follow my lead, I got you.” Awkward and static as Heero was, he managed to follow Duo’s lead, his body swaying to the music and he forgot his old instincts briefly as he surrendered to the moment, safe with Duo taking the lead. Chapter 10 |
