| Pizza Hut... Chapter 6...Wow, Trinity finally started on part 2. It's over due. The only reason I agreed to post this, was cause Trowa is out of town, and Heero isn't online. So I get stuck posting. Warnings: same as always, this chapter is a little more tame than the last, cause its a rebuilding chapter. You know, rebuild the tension. You know the characters now, you know what they do, Heero has a hentai mind. There's a better way to put it...you know when you're having sex...well you need a small breather before starting again...yea, that worked...Don't own, Don't sue, oh well poor you Pairings: 1+2+1, other random pairings not apparent in this chapter. Chapter Six. Saturday Morning. Duo's View. I came walking out of the bathroom. I had a large white towel wrapped around my thin waist. Another towel in my hand, rubbing at the immense length of hair. It feels good to be clean and not smell like pizza anymore. I walk to the laundry room, take my damp uniforms from the washer and put in the dryer. I set the timer. 'Good, it'll be ready soon, just in time for work.' I think to myself. I put one of my towels in the washer. I grab a pair of my boxers out of the laundry basket. I slip them over my damp legs. The tips of my hair brushes against the back of my legs. I giggle softly. I take the towel and rub at my damp hair again before throwing it too, into the wash. I wander to the kitchen to start breakfast for my guest and I. I take out a grilling pan that was haphazaderly placed at the bottom. It caused the rest of the pans to fall in a clatter. 'Shit. I hope I didn't wake him.' I carefully listened for the telltale groan that would say he was up. It never came so I go back to work. 'I know what you're thinking. I took advantage of Heero in his drunken state. Do I look that dumb? Ok, stop looking at me like that. I did nothing, in fact, he slept in my room, and I slept on the couch. Oh, how sweet and innocent he looked, when I covered him up. I wanted to just kiss him, maybe take advantage of the fact that he'd never remember. But I don't want it like that, I want us both to remember.' I heat up the pan I rescued from the bottom of the cupboard. I sit in a chair and begin brushing out my hair. I brush it into long strands, separating it before it tagles. I sweep it over my head and down my back. The pan starts sizzling, so I stand up, not bothering to restrain my hair. It flows freely down my back. I gather my ingredients from the fridge. I turn my nose up at the day old pizza in there. 'Pizza seems to muitiply in my fridge. What if pizza could procreate...? Nah...don't want that image in my head all day.' I take out some eggs and bacon. I crack the eggs on the pan. 'I wish I knew how he likes his eggs.' I think as I scramble them. I put the bacon beside the frying eggs. I turn to put the rest of the eggs away. 'I wonder if Heero's up yet. I would imagine he's still sleeping, that is if i didn't wake him up. But knowing as how he's prolly got one hellva headache. Poor guy, couldn't even tell me where he lives. I'd gladly taken him home, but I don't know where he lives.' I flip the food I was cooking. 'I may not be a great cook, but i make due, without having to steal a pizza everynight.' I think of the day old pizza again. I shake my head. I grab a glass off the drying rack by the sink. I set it on my tray. I grab the orange juice from the fridge, and pour a glass. I also grab the aspirin from the cabinet. 'He's gonna need these.' I set the bottle on my tray as well. On my way to put the juice away I grab two slices of bread and put them in the toaster. I walk back to my pan, take the food off and arrage it on a plate. The toast pops. I run over and grab it, putting it on the plate. I place everything on my tray and carry it to the upstairs bedroom. I kept Heero's door partially open through the night, just to make sure he was alright. I peek through it to see Heero up and sitting on the edge of the bed. His head was in his hands. 'Looks like he'll need the aspirin.' I push the door open letting myself in. He lifts his head suddenly, panicing. He falls over backwards from the pain surging to his head. "Breakfast." I tell him. He opens his eyes, giving me a death glare for distubing whatever he was thinking. "Did you sleep well?" "No." he replies "Had a bad dream?" "Something like that." "Tell me?" I sit down next to him. To Be Continued... Back to the Library? |