Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heero's Morning ❯ Heero's Morning ( One-Shot )

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Note: 1X5, Heero's POV, bit of PWP, AU setting.

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I stirred my coffee again, before flipping the page of the newspapers again. There is still steam rising up above the cup. It's still too hot. Another fifteen minutes to eight. Oh well, I really shouldn't let the kettle sit there for so long. Did I set the clock for Wufei just now? I think I did…but I better check before I go. He would never wake up otherwise.

I look up at the sounds of feet padding down the steps. He is up so early? He never gets up before 9.' I watched as he made his way down the steps. His jeans unbuttoned, feet bared. He yawned, scratching his head before pulling all his hair up, hand already reaching towards the stand near the stairs for a hair-tie. Then, his eyes opened to focus on me, blinking twice before shifting towards to the clock on the wall.

Does he know how good he looks like that? Eyes wide, strands of hair falling from his gripe. Now Heero, control yourself. Yes, he looks delicious but that does not mean you should just drag him back to bed. Hpmh, but I should go make sure he is fully awake. Look at him, he is still standing there. It is obvious he is not awake yet. It is my duty to see to it that he is fully, fully, awake. Yea right, Heero, waking him up. Get him a cup of coffee, that will do the job. You need to go for work in other ten minutes. Work or Wufei? Work or Wufei? Wufei or Wufei? Which should I choose? Do I have anything important today? Ohh...he is blinking his eyes again. How…cute. What is more important than him?

"Good morning, you are up early." Does my throat sound as dry as I think it is? Hmph, he is coming over. Behave yourself, Heero. Oh, there is that dangerous smile again. Looks like I am going to be late for work today, or not going at all. Yes, convince me that I should stay at home today. I don't mind. Don't mind at all. Yes, drop yourself on my lap. Heero, leave your hands where it is. It will not do for you to seem too eager. Yep, straddle me nice and good. You read my mind. Shift yourself closer now. No? Oh well, I'll take what I can get.

"Good morning, Heero. Guess you are ready to leave for work, all suited up and tie knotted." Yes, but convince me otherwise, please. Oh, unbuttoning my shirt so soon? No more polite conversation? That's the idea. Mmm, yes put your hands on me. Ohh, little more to the left. Hell, who cares about looking eager? I tilted my head to the right, giving him more access to my neck. He started pushing both my coat and shirt off me, stopping when they jammed on my shoulders. Then, his hands starts feathering down to my stomach. My breath sucked in, I pulled my head back to stare at him. His hair is now all around his shoulders. I shift one hand over his side, back to drip under the loose waistband of his jeans. Mmm, soft. Silky soft. Other hand went up to smooth down his hair, fingers combing into them. Soft here too. So soft.

"God, Heero, I am so sorry. Now I've got you all rumpled up. You will be late for work now, having to iron your clothes again." Oh, stop being coy. You know that I have other suits in the closet. I know that too, of course.

"Well, what should I do now?" Yes, tell me, what should I do now. Continue here or drag you back to bed? Stop all those feathery touches, put your hands on me properly.

"Well, you should just call in sick. After all, there is no point going in for a few hours. You know you take so long just for ironing. Such a waste of time with all the traveling in these peak hours." Like hell, I can get done in two minutes flat. However, that would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?

"I suppose so." My hand stopped combing through your hand to curve around your neck, pulling you down.

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