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Thirty Second Gundam Wing: For Worst by Kracken
Childish, demanding, spoiled, and... ugly, Duo Maxwell blew his nose on a wad of kleenx and then tossed them in the general direction of a waste bin next to the bed. He then groaned loudly and punctuated it by snorting the leftover snot back into the depths of his sinuses. Heero hated that sound, especially since Duo put an extra whistling wheeze into it. "Need something hot..." Duo managed as he rubbed at his fevered face and gave Heero a bleary eyed, puffy nosed look. If a face could look like sickness and snot, Duo had managed it. "Tea?" Heero asked as he gingerly tossed the pile of used kleenex into a plastic bag, and then began on the empty snack papers and soda cans strewn about Duo. "Soup?" "Uhm," Duo frowned. "Just something steamy... for my head. It feels all full and yuchy." It sounded and looked full... and yuchy, Heero thought, as he straightened and said, "Tea steams. It will make you feel better." "Okay," Duo slurred and then, he gave Heero a sideways look, eyes watery and needy. Heero grimaced but he couldn't deny that need. He bent, kissed that puffy, runny nosed face on the lips and then said, "I'll be right back, love." "Y'r the best, Heero," Duo slurred with a lopsided smile and then bent to blow snot into another wad of kleenex. "So are you, love," Heero replied with a soft smile, which is why he did it.
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