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GW: Stubborn
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Wufei/Relena
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Both of them are stubborn creatures. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
beat_of_destiny.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell does it look like I'm doing?"
They've been together, oh, hell, how long? Wufei can't remember. He's never met anyone who annoys him as much as Relena does, or anyone he likes more, on her good days, at least. She's at her most annoying right now, of course, an irrational woman to the tips of her manicured fingernails.
"You're tidying my stuff."
"Nail on the head, Wufei."
He doesn't like the tone of her voice, a little mocking, and she straightens up with a pile of his dirty socks in her hands. She throws them at him and he catches awkwardly, sighing as he drops them into the laundry basket.
He used to pride himself on being so tidy. So... precise.
But apparently age is screwing him over.
"Did I ask you to touch my stuff?"
"No, but considering we've been married a year, I suggest you get used to my presence in our home."
"You're in a bad mood."
"You're not any better."
He walks around the bed, to his side, and she stands up all stiff and straight, like she has an iron rod for a spine. She's so strong. Stronger than he ever thought. A politician and a good woman and everything he wants, as well as stubborn enough that he's never been able to push her around.
He lets out a breath. "Sorry."
"You'd better be. Your socks stink," she says, but it's teasing now.
"Stop cleaning up for now, at least," he orders her, and she raises an eyebrow a little challengingly until he pulls her close and kisses her.
Pairing: Wufei/Relena
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Both of them are stubborn creatures. For
beat_of_destiny."What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell does it look like I'm doing?"
They've been together, oh, hell, how long? Wufei can't remember. He's never met anyone who annoys him as much as Relena does, or anyone he likes more, on her good days, at least. She's at her most annoying right now, of course, an irrational woman to the tips of her manicured fingernails.
"You're tidying my stuff."
"Nail on the head, Wufei."
He doesn't like the tone of her voice, a little mocking, and she straightens up with a pile of his dirty socks in her hands. She throws them at him and he catches awkwardly, sighing as he drops them into the laundry basket.
He used to pride himself on being so tidy. So... precise.
But apparently age is screwing him over.
"Did I ask you to touch my stuff?"
"No, but considering we've been married a year, I suggest you get used to my presence in our home."
"You're in a bad mood."
"You're not any better."
He walks around the bed, to his side, and she stands up all stiff and straight, like she has an iron rod for a spine. She's so strong. Stronger than he ever thought. A politician and a good woman and everything he wants, as well as stubborn enough that he's never been able to push her around.
He lets out a breath. "Sorry."
"You'd better be. Your socks stink," she says, but it's teasing now.
"Stop cleaning up for now, at least," he orders her, and she raises an eyebrow a little challengingly until he pulls her close and kisses her.