Two drabbles
Title: Untitled For Now Characters/Pairings: 2x3 Team: White Fang Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 100 Prompt: #8, touch Warning: Duo has a potty mouth Author's Notes: Just to make sure White Fang wins! Woot!
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
Title: Baby Blues Characters/Pairings: 6xD Team: White Fang Rating: PGish Word Count: 104 Prompt: #8, 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.