Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ As The Clock Tolls and Tears Are Freed ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

As The Clock Tolls and Tears Are Freed

Chapter 6

A few months compiled onto the ones that have already been past. Naomi had gotten Wufei and Duo to stop fighting over the littlest things. Heero had finally allowed himself to go into a intimate relationship with someone without having to worry about her being killed. Quatre was still the cook of the household because Naomi's cooking had deteriorated along the way of her living there and Trowa was Naomi's helper in keeping peace between Duo and Wufei.

Duo and Wufei were glaring at each other, apparently one had made the other pissed, over something stupid. Trowa was watching them both and Quatre was reading a book, namely War and Peace.

"Hey, buddy boy.."

Quatre looked over at Duo, taking his time away from the book to listen to Duo's question.

"Why're you ready a book that's, like, I dunno, that thick..?"

"Because I have nothing better to do in my spare time.."

"You can feed me!"

Wufei snorted, arms folded against his chest, looking at Duo. "Maxwell, why don't you make your own food?"

"Because I don't know how."

Trowa chuckled, "there's always a first time to learn."

Quatre looked over at Trowa and then at Duo, placing a book mark in the book, closing it. "Well, why don't I show you how to make something to eat?"

Duo stood, quickly. "Food?"

"Yes, Duo, food."

"FOOD!"

"That idiot.."

Naomi turned up her radio, listening to the CD she was playing while typing on her laptop, trying to finish the story she had started five months ago. "Let's see.." she muttered, deleting something and typing something else. "I don't know how to finish this chapter.."

She went back to typing and re-read over what she had just typed in. "No.. that's to cliché.."

"Having trouble?"

Naomi turned, in her swivel chair, looking at who had spoken to her. "Why, yes.. Yes I am.. I have writers block.." She stood, walking over to the bed, leaning over it. "Care to help me get some thoughts on what to write? I betcha you could get me easily going, Heero, you always have."

He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her down onto the bed.

Duo looked down at his.. creation. It looked like puke and he sighed. "I told ya I can't cook!"

Quatre scratched the back of his blond head. "W.. well.. I started you off a little hard.. I guess.. Try making a sandwich.."

"…"

Quatre sighed, looking at Duo. "Go into the bread box and grab the bread.. Then open the refrigerator and take out what you want on the bread.." He watched Duo as he did so, the chestnut brown haired American slightly confused by the orders.

"Hey, Quatre, where's the pickled anchovies?"
"W.. what?"

"Ya heard me, where are they?"

"U.. Uhh.. Behind the milk I think.."

Duo pulled the can out, throwing it over his shoulder, Quatre catching it.

"H.. hey! Don't throw the food!"

"Sorry.."

Duo finished, holding an armful of things and set them on the counter Quatre felt a bit scared. After all he was going to let Duo use a knife and who knows how bad at using a knife Duo was. `Wait.. nevermind.. He has to be slightly skilled with a knife, after all.. He did use a scythe as a weapon for his gundam..'

Quatre ducked as something headed for his direction and flung into the wall. He stood, looking at the knife stuck firmly in the wall. He froze in place. "I was wrong, you aren't talented to be in the kitchen. You could've killed me!"

"Sorry buddy boy.. Accident.."

Naomi curled up against Heero, her body pressing up against his. Her eyes were slit open, just slightly, and she let out a tired sigh.

Heero looked at her, brushing a hand through her brown hair, liking how silky and smooth it felt. His other hand was around her waist, holding her close.

She placed her hand on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Her breathing was light and she looked up at him, blinking. "Ya know.. That didn't help me think of anything but it got my mind of the story.."

"It did, did it?"

"Yea."

"Maybe you should take time off of writing the story and.."

"Oh sush.." She stroked his chest with her hand. "Just because you hardly get me in bed doesn't mean a thing! I let ya have me, on special occasions."

"And what occasions are those?"

She let out a low laugh, "you know those occasions."

"Remind me."

"Remember yourself.." She went to sit up but couldn't, Heero had her pinned beneath him as she moved. Her blue eyes scanned through his prussian ones and then she smiled. "You are one greedy person, aren't you?"

"I like what's mine.."

"And I like what's mine too.."

Her eyes closed as his lips met hers, in a powerful kiss and she moved her hands up to his shoulders and then along to his back, caressing his skin.

Heero moved his mouth from hers and trailed butterfly kisses along her jaw line and down her neck, once in awhile letting his tongue dart out once in awhile to taste what her skin was like.

"You smell good.."

"I do?"

"Yea, even with all this sweat coating your body.."

Naomi playfully hit him on the head. "That wasn't nice.. For that…" She sat up, pushing him off and standing, grabbing her clothes, throwing them in the hamper and getting out fresh clothes from her dresser. "You don't any seconds.."

He shifted, rolling onto his side, watching her. "Your no fun anymore."

"So sue me."

"I won't get anything from it."
"Kiss my ass."

"Doesn't sound to pleasurefull.."

Naomi turned, strapping her bra together and pulling up her panties. "Then go suck a monkeys nipple.."

He fell silent and Naomi grinned, chuckling, pulling on a clean shirt, that read: Idress this way to bother you and pair of jeans. "Go on, Heero, go on and find a monkey to suck on."

He said nothing at that and she started to laugh to herself. "If you want me.. I'll be downstairs.." She grabbed her hair brush and walked out of the room, brushing her hair, leaving Heero there, watching the door.