Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Emancipation ❯ Triangle ( Chapter 5 )

Emancipation

Thanatos-Aire

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V. Triangle.

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I'm rinsing my plate in the sink when Duo comes in.

His hair's been rebraided neatly with a purple ribbon on the end, and he's dressed in tight black jeans and construction boots. His tank top, tucked into his jeans, is the same colour as his eyes, and both Trowa and I take a moment to appreciate how good he looks.

Duo catches the lingering eyes and smirks. “Go~od mor-nin', darlin's,” he sings, sliding into the nearest chair at the table and picking up the fork Trowa left for him.

I leave my dishes in the sink and go to stand behind him. Clasping his shoulder, I lean over to kiss his mouth already full with toast. He has to tilt his head backwards, viewing me upside-down, and the action reveals a long white neck. I brush it slightly with the knuckles of my other hand, feeling him shudder beneath me.

Trowa's busy with whatever he's doing to his canned vegetables, but I feel him watching as Duo and I share a moment. I have the feeling they've already had their morning moment, when I was sleeping and Duo was crawling into bed with me while Trowa crawled out.

It still feels odd sometimes, not knowing if things have been equal between us three. In the beginning, we decided on rules outlining that indeed, we didn't have to be fair as in keeping track of every kiss or every fuck, but the thoughts still come. Not the jealous feelings while watching the two of them together, but the torn ones when I'm with one and the other's left out. Did I make sure to show or tell him that I love him just as much or is he feeling out of place? Does he know his kiss is next, or that this one is evening it out for the other?

We've had this discussion already and I know the three of us are content with the arrangement and know that we are equal in our triangle, but sometimes I still wonder. It's hard to be the third wheel, and even harder to watch a lover be one.

So, because my morning kiss today with Trowa was a simple, quick little thing, I make sure mine with Duo is the same. Tiny things like that make me feel better about the whole `being fair' thing.

“I'm off for a shower,” I announce, letting my hands release my braided partner. “And then I was going to do the laundry. Any requests?”

“Mmh, darks,” Duo replies with a lazy grin as he reaches for his orange juice. “Thanks, darlin',” I snort, of course he wants his clothes washed. I think between the three of us, there's only one load of whites a week, but Duo claims ownership to two of the three loads of black.

Trowa gives a faint smile at Duo's answer. “The bed sheets,” he says, bustling back to the stove to check the pots and oven. Both the king-sized bed in the master room and the twin-sized in the guest room need the sheets washed and changed, and probably the mattresses flipped as well so they don't get worn unevenly like car tires do.

I remember my remark about the `good sheets' last night, and nod with a smile. The red Egyptian-cotton bedcovers are in the bedroom closet on the lower shelf. They've sat there since Christmas Eve, the anniversary of the war's end and the last time we had a planned threesome.

Well, whatever imbalances the three of us had is all going to be scaled and brought level tonight...

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to be continued