Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Emancipation ❯ Comfortable ( Chapter 3 )

Emancipation

Thanatos-Aire

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III. Comfortable.

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Trowa turns off the light in the kitchen, leaving his novel facedown on the island counter. He's already unpacked our travel bags, the clothes in the wash with the toiletries in the bathroom, so I only have to lock up the front door and set the security system. We walk together back up the steps, past the bathroom on the right, past the second bedroom on the left.

The master bedroom is dark even with the light from the hallway, so Trowa turns on a small lamp on a bedside table. We change silently into our pajamas: I in soft cotton boxers, and he in an undershirt tank with flannel sleep-pants. The door remains open, as has the door to the second bedroom where Duo is, but I turn out the lamp next to the king-sized bed.

We crawl in, abandoning our usual spots to compromise Duo's in the centre of the wide mattress, and curl up together. Chest to chest with our legs entangled and a quilt loose about our waists, it is comfortable.

I have never been comfortable with anyone else like this before. I doubt I ever will.

“Heero?” Trowa murmurs in my ear, breath flipping through my hair. I slither an arm under him to wrap over his torso, my other hand resting lightly on his hip.

“Hm?”

He shifts, pulling me closer and pushing me onto my back at the same time. “Do you think Duo'd be upset if we… went on without him tonight?”

I blink, trying to understand that statement in all logical levels of meaning. It takes a few moments, “Most likely not. We've had sex in pairs before; I thought we decided in the beginning that it was okay, that it was easier, and a bit dumb to wait for the few chances of all three of us together.”

Trowa nods languidly, a hand coming up to tease my bangs. “I know, I remember. But, I meant… Tonight. I know you want him to sleep well tonight, and for the same reasons I thought he would like to be on top of both of us… You know, to kind of complete the whole… thing…?”

I nod, understanding where he is coming from. “Tomorrow. I'll cook his chicken noodle soup and we'll have some wine and pull out the good sheets to celebrate. But tonight, I think…” I look up at his face, searching it, touching his cheek gently. His eyes, a million shades of green in a million layers of depth, are steady on my own face. “I know you must feel lonely on these nights, without us here or here without really being here…”

His cheeks paint themselves pink, dark eyelashes hiding the sea-glass colour of his eyes as he looks down. Trowa and I aren't ones to yearn for attention, but sometimes, sometimes we'd like to give into the urge to. I lean up to kiss him on the mouth, a tender connection of lips. “You're probably going to end up being middle tomorrow,” he hums, hands smoothing my chest even as he scoots away to lean over me.

I nod, shrugging, a hand on the base of his neck to pull him down for a more involved kiss. “Then I'm going to be sore and content tomorrow.” His blush deepens, still uneasy with the topic of sex, but then Trowa's ontop of me, teeth grazing my earlobe with long, talented fingers working between my legs, and I don't notice much from then out.

No, I don't think I'll ever be this comfortable with anyone but them.

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to be continued