He moved past me, and I closed the door and leaned my back against it, hands pressed flat on the paint. I watched nervously as his cool, analytical gaze swept across the mess; furniture all but buried under mounds of junk, stacks of junk that doubled as furniture. Clothes, papers, scraps of metal, cloth, paper... projects I was working on, projects I'd abandoned, the natural detirus of living that I left where it fell. "If I'd known you were coming --" I blurted out, then managed to cut myself off before the sentence finished itself: I'd have cleaned the place up. No excuses. Nothing I needed to excuse. I tried distraction, instead. "Ne, Heero, what are you doing here, anyway?"
(He turned to me, blue eyes smoldering with an inner fire, and with two swift steps had me pinned against the wall, pressing his body to mine. "I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer," he murmured in a sultry tone, before leaning in to --)
"Mission," Heero said succinctly.
Of course. I perked up a bit. "You have a job for me?" I asked enthusiastically. The salvage business was starting to bore me out of my mind. God forbid I'd wish ill on anyone or jinx Relena's hard-won peace, but a nice little war to break up the monotony would be ever so welcome.
My hopes fell in the next minute, though, when Heero shook his head. "Iie. It's my own mission."
"Oh. Well..." I pushed away from the wall, and brushed past him into the wider space of the apartment. "Go ahead and sit down, Heero -- I'll get you a drink, and you can tell me all about it. That is, uh," I hesitated, turning to him, "if you can tell me all about it."
He paused too, for a moment -- I could see the consideration in his eyes, but after a few seconds he shook his head, almost regretfully. "Not yet, Duo. Maybe once it's done."
"Suit yourself." I went to the refrigerator and secured a couple of beers. Technically we were both under the legal drinking age for the Colonies, but the local wet shop was considerately lax about checking IDs. 'Nice little shop you've got here. It'd be a shame if a seven-ton Gundanium Mobile Suit came crashing in through the ceiling, huh?' So we got along fine, me and the liquor store guy.
Re: Confluence
Date: 2006-02-22 07:57 am (UTC)(He turned to me, blue eyes smoldering with an inner fire, and with two swift steps had me pinned against the wall, pressing his body to mine. "I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer," he murmured in a sultry tone, before leaning in to --)
"Mission," Heero said succinctly.
Of course. I perked up a bit. "You have a job for me?" I asked enthusiastically. The salvage business was starting to bore me out of my mind. God forbid I'd wish ill on anyone or jinx Relena's hard-won peace, but a nice little war to break up the monotony would be ever so welcome.
My hopes fell in the next minute, though, when Heero shook his head. "Iie. It's my own mission."
"Oh. Well..." I pushed away from the wall, and brushed past him into the wider space of the apartment. "Go ahead and sit down, Heero -- I'll get you a drink, and you can tell me all about it. That is, uh," I hesitated, turning to him, "if you can tell me all about it."
He paused too, for a moment -- I could see the consideration in his eyes, but after a few seconds he shook his head, almost regretfully. "Not yet, Duo. Maybe once it's done."
"Suit yourself." I went to the refrigerator and secured a couple of beers. Technically we were both under the legal drinking age for the Colonies, but the local wet shop was considerately lax about checking IDs. 'Nice little shop you've got here. It'd be a shame if a seven-ton Gundanium Mobile Suit came crashing in through the ceiling, huh?' So we got along fine, me and the liquor store guy.