Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Junk 1

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero watched his -- housemate, partner, lover -- vanish into the bathroom, ragged-ended braid swinging behind him and narrowly avoiding capture in the closing door. Thumpings and rustling sounds filtered through the door, no doubt where Duo would drop his clothes and then not pick them up again. It took three towels to dry Duo and his hair after a shower, towels which he would leave on the floor until they grew mildew. Beyond question, Duo was a lazy, messy, baka of a housemate... Soon, the sound of running water filled the apartment.

Heero's eyes narrowed to a look of intense calculation, like a man reviewing battle plans. After a few minutes, he rose from the kitchen table and followed Duo into the bathroom.


They did, eventually, get the bed set up.


Afterwards, Duo made a murmuring sound of contentment as he stretched out beside Heero like a sun-warmed cat, entwining himself to the sheets and Heero's skin equally. Heero didn't mind, even if they were both sweaty and sticky and Duo's hair frizzled from its braid to tickle his nose. Not sleeping, he breathed deeply and quietly, immersing himself in the pool of warmth that surrounded him. The blankets, the artificial sunlight dancing among the dust motes in the air -- Duo. Slowly but steadily they crept inside him, filling in the empty places and warming the cold.

"So what'd ya think?" Duo breathed into his ear, and for a moment Heero did not know what he meant. This morning's breakfast? The new bed? The lovemaking they'd just shared? Or Duo himself?

It didn't really matter. The answer was the same to all those questions. "Good," he said simply.

A disgruntled huff hit the shell of his ear, and he slitted his eyes open to regard the annoyed amusement on Duo's face. "Is that it?" he demanded, and playfully smacked Heero on the shoulder. "If it's just 'good,' then obviously I'm not trying hard enough!"

Heero couldn't help but smile. "Give me a little time," he protested. "I can't think of a better word right now. My brain's just been fried."

Duo laughed, a low and rich sound. "Oh, is that your excuse?" he chuckled. "Well, I suppose I can give ya a little time to recover, then. Hmmmm.... hmmmmmm... okay, time's up!" He slid his arms around Heero's neck, pulling him possessively close. "You're my prisoner, now, what d'you have to say for yourself?"