by KatiKat
"Treize, where are we going?"
I ask for the umpteenth time and for the umpteenth time, he ignores me. I twist
a little in the wheelchair he is pushing to look up at him, only to see him
wearing a smug expression on his face. I scowl even further.
"Treize..." There is a warning note in my voice, but he just grins more
and even starts to whistle.
I lean back in the chair and cross my
arms over my chest, frowning deeply. For a reason he refuses to share with me,
he pulled me away from our Christmas dinner, forced me to dress
"warmly" as he calls it - warmly my ass, he stuffed me into the
warmest clothes we have at home and even laid a warm plaid on my knees - a
started to push my chair towards the main entrance. I hate it when he keeps
something from me.
As we pass the door to our dining room,
I see our friends - all of them - squeezed in the doorway, grinning at me
openly. I huff at them and they laugh. I huff again and twist my mouth in a
grimace. So, even our friends know. Am I the only one left in the dark here?
We reach the main door of Treizeīs... no,
OURS - I will never get used to the fact that thanks to the generosity of my
lover, I now own the half of his mansion. Treize stops the wheelchair and walks
around it. He is about to open the door, when he hesitates, turns and looks at
me with a suddenly serious face. My frown disappears and I feel myself tense.
Iīm really not in the mood to have a serious conversation right now.
He lets go of the door handle and
crouches in front of my wheelchair. He lays his hands on my knees to keep his
balance. Itīs still strange to me to SEE him touch me, but not be able to
actually FEEL his touch on my legs. I swallow painfully and look down at him.
"Wufei, I..." he pauses,
swallows, then coughs nervously. "A lot has happened this year." He
pauses again.
I nod slowly. I know what he means. The
accident, my painful recuperation, his misplaced guilt
I had hoped that we had
left it all behind already.
"Treize..." I begin and
uncross my arms to cover his hands with mine.
"No," he interrupts me.
"Let me... I just... I just wanted to tell you how much I love you, how
much I... feared I might lose you." He grips my hands tightly, then brings
them up to his face, closes his eyes and kisses them.
I open my mouth again to tell him, that
I love him too, more than my life. That even though the prospect of being tied
to this chair for the rest of my life still hurts, Iīm still glad that itīs me
and not him that became the victim of this terrible fate. But he stops me
again. When he opens his eyes, they are full of mischief once again and I
become wary, my eyes narrowing with suspicion.
He lowers my hands, blinking fast to
push away the last bits of the brooding nature that often came upon us this
year, and I see him grin widely again. "And thatīs why I decided to give
you a special gift this year," he says.
I can hear someone - probably Duo -
cough behind me, trying to make a point. Treize looks over my shoulder and his
grin widens even more. "Okay, WE - me and our friends - came up with this
idea," he corrects himself and I hear a muffled laugh from the hallway
behind me.
"Treize..." The warning note
in my voice is back. I really hate surprises. Usually they are the complete
opposite from what you would have wished for and cause a lot of trouble - like
Duo giving me this darn patchwork kitten called Romeo. I really shouldīve asked
back then, actually why his name is Romeo. It isnīt because he likes to chase
cats, no, itīs because he has the awful habit of wailing under my balcony at
night.
Treize gives my hands one last kiss,
then stands up quickly. "Donīt worry, youīll like it," he promises.
He then bents down to lift me up from
the chair, while Heero opens the front door. I close my arms around my loverīs
neck to keep my balance and he steps with me through the main door.
Itīs dark and cold outside, but luckily
the wind died down some time ago. Then I hear it. Jingles. My head snaps round
and I canīt help but gape.
There, right in front of our main door
is a sleigh. A real sleigh. With a horse. And furs. And jingles. I blink a
couple of times, but itīs still there. The horse is moving restlessly, causing
the jingles on his harness to sing even more.
I turn to Treize, who is grinning like
a kid now. "Thatīs a sleigh," I say, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, it is," he nods.
"I thought you might like to change the wheels for something else. At
least for a short while anyway."
Before I can say more, he is moving
down the stairs and crossing the short distance to the waiting sleigh. Heero,
dressed in a warm sweater and boots, appears on the other side of the sleigh
and lifts up the furs from the seat. Treize lowers me onto the seat, then
bundles me quickly into the afghan and the furs, to keep me warm. Iīm surprised
that the furs are so warm, but then I discover the source of heat - a
traditional heated stone.
I just sit there and let him pile more
and more furs on top of me. He really did manage to surprise me. I would have
never expected this, but when I look around at the traditional sleigh, the
horse, jingles... a happy looking Treize and my grinning friends... I canīt
stop the little smile that feels the need to form on my face.
"So, does this smile mean that you
like it?" he asks as he leans closer to me.
When I nod, he closes the distance
between us completely and kisses me on the mouth. The gentle kiss slowly turns
into something deeper. Hearing the catcalls coming from the stairs leading to
the main door, we separate and Treize looks towards our friends, giving them
the thumbs up sign. He then climbs quickly into the sleigh with me, joining me
under the covers. For some reason it feels really intimate.
"Shall we go then?" he asks
as he takes the bridle and nuzzles my ear with his nose.
I smile. "Lead on, coachman."
He laughs and clicks his tongue at the
horse.
When the sleigh starts to move, I
snuggle closer to my lover and smile happily. This really IS a merry Christmas.
The End