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GW: Match Made in Heaven
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing: Heero/OC (Ciaran)
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: They're not perfect, but they're just fine. Timeline here.
"Heero, wake up," Ciaran shook Heero's shoulder gently, knowing that if he woke up suddenly, he'd probably end up on the floor with a broken jaw unless he dodged fast enough. Heero had lightening quick reactions, even on waking up... Ciaran had been hit once or twice before, though he was generally good at dropping and rolling out of the way of any punch.
This time, however, dark blue eyes blinked open lazily, and Heero muttered something that might have been 'good morning' or 'go back to sleep'. Unfortunately, Ciaran had time for neither of those. "There's a call from work."
Heero was up immediately.
Ciaran was left to slip into Heero's place in their bed, because it was still warm with his body heat and smelled like him. He lay quietly, listening to the murmur of conversation between Heero and the vidphone, and sighed. He'd hoped to have Heero to himself for the day... but maybe work wouldn't want him for too long anyway.
He'd half dozed off by the time Heero returned. At least, he noted, sleepily, Heero didn't seem in a hurry, and he wasn't getting dressed. He rolled onto his stomach to let Heero have his space in the bed back, and felt Heero's body wrap around his. He sighed, content, and Heero smiled.
"That was about our holiday."
"Holiday?" Ciaran looked up, confused.
"Holiday," Heero confirmed, running his fingers through Ciaran's hair and nodding.
"What holiday?"
"The one I arranged. In two weeks."
"Heero, I..." Ciaran sat up, sleep fleeing rapidly, realisation coming fast on the heels of its departure. "That's my birthday."
"I know."
There didn't seem to be anything for Ciaran to do but kiss Heero, and curl up against him gratefully. Had it been only last week he was complaining about working on his birthday? ...It was just like Heero to do this, and spring it on him.
People might say that Ciaran and Heero didn't match, that they wouldn't work out. The same kind of people, however, who said that Heero was incapable of being romantic. Ciaran laid his head on Heero's chest, smiling, knowing they were all wrong. Maybe they weren't a match made in heaven, but Ciaran didn't believe in heaven anyway.
Pairing: Heero/OC (Ciaran)
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: They're not perfect, but they're just fine. Timeline here.
"Heero, wake up," Ciaran shook Heero's shoulder gently, knowing that if he woke up suddenly, he'd probably end up on the floor with a broken jaw unless he dodged fast enough. Heero had lightening quick reactions, even on waking up... Ciaran had been hit once or twice before, though he was generally good at dropping and rolling out of the way of any punch.
This time, however, dark blue eyes blinked open lazily, and Heero muttered something that might have been 'good morning' or 'go back to sleep'. Unfortunately, Ciaran had time for neither of those. "There's a call from work."
Heero was up immediately.
Ciaran was left to slip into Heero's place in their bed, because it was still warm with his body heat and smelled like him. He lay quietly, listening to the murmur of conversation between Heero and the vidphone, and sighed. He'd hoped to have Heero to himself for the day... but maybe work wouldn't want him for too long anyway.
He'd half dozed off by the time Heero returned. At least, he noted, sleepily, Heero didn't seem in a hurry, and he wasn't getting dressed. He rolled onto his stomach to let Heero have his space in the bed back, and felt Heero's body wrap around his. He sighed, content, and Heero smiled.
"That was about our holiday."
"Holiday?" Ciaran looked up, confused.
"Holiday," Heero confirmed, running his fingers through Ciaran's hair and nodding.
"What holiday?"
"The one I arranged. In two weeks."
"Heero, I..." Ciaran sat up, sleep fleeing rapidly, realisation coming fast on the heels of its departure. "That's my birthday."
"I know."
There didn't seem to be anything for Ciaran to do but kiss Heero, and curl up against him gratefully. Had it been only last week he was complaining about working on his birthday? ...It was just like Heero to do this, and spring it on him.
People might say that Ciaran and Heero didn't match, that they wouldn't work out. The same kind of people, however, who said that Heero was incapable of being romantic. Ciaran laid his head on Heero's chest, smiling, knowing they were all wrong. Maybe they weren't a match made in heaven, but Ciaran didn't believe in heaven anyway.