[GW] Three More Drabbles Untitled Something Or Another
Pair: 2x3 Rating: PG-13 Warning: Duo has a potty mouth Notes: For Gundam_100's promp "touch" on IJ
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...
"I hate you! You're such a motherfreakin' stubborn sonuva-goddamned-bitch! What, did you think--"
"'Motherfreakin'?'"
"--the stupid fucking claws swiping at your fucking face wasn't a clue that you were going to be hit? So you had to--"
"Language."
"Fuck you! You had to fucking touch the fucking bear, because that's what you do, Trowa, you're a fucking Tarzan, and you--"
"Love me."
I love you, I love you...
"--nearly got yourself fucking killed!"
"We're alive."
"Fucking christ! Fuck you! I hate you!"
"I know, Duo."
and
Baby Blues Pair: 6xD Rating: PGish Word Count: 104 Note: Another, same comm, for "touch."
She touched him once, on the thigh. He only remembers a lot of pleasure after that, and something about the extraordinary scent of her armpits. She said he wasn't overly romantic; Zechs confessed that he didn't have to be. She agreed. That's probably why she left and didn't call him back for another two months.
When she called him, it was tell him that she was pregnant. He hadn't processed that the growing life in her womb could be his, so he'd simply said congratulations. That was when she said, "I'm moving into your apartment."
And then it struck him; he'd forgotten to use a condom.
and
Howard's First
Pair: past one-way Howard/J Rating: PG-13
Note: Dedicated to ralphiere, and inspired (sort of) by an old Pond pic of young!J and Howard, from way back, which I can't link to since her site is down. Waaah! Again, same comm, prompt "secret."
Tossed into a bucket of greasy wrenches, hammers, bolts and screws, was the torn and discolored picture of a beautiful twenty-eight year old J, his arm slung around Howard as if it had no other place to be. Howard, staring, smeared dark grease into his jeans and squinted with ancient eyes at that deeply tragic beauty. Ass-loving raven-black hair, the smoothest, most translucent skin, a smile that could disarm a Taurus suit, and dark eyes that reflected an abyss of unearthly wisdom. And oh, those luscious, cherry lips... Howard's first and most vicious crush, really, but J had always been so much older. He saw his younger self, barely a teenager, drooling at the other man in desperate hero-worship. With a bitter snort, he crammed it back into his pocket and pulled out the wrench he'd been looking for. When he got back into the house, he ripped the picture into tiny little pieces, and threw it away.