Part 1

His long legs stretch out, trying to touch the end of the bed. Not a morning person, Duo sits up. Disheveled hair sticks out of his braid forming a fuzzy brown halo around his head.

Groggy eyes blink heavily. Groping out beside him, his partner's side of the bed is already cold and pulled straight.

The aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafts through their apartment. Untangling from the bed covers, Duo stumbles into the kitchen.

He tugs at Heero's chair, pulling him from the table. Quickly, he straddles his partner's lap, the newspaper crunches between them.

Duo purrs. "Good Morning."

Part 2

Duo buries his face in his lover's shoulder. He nuzzles the side of a smooth cheek that still smells of shaving cream.

Stifling a chuckle, Heero's annoyed cluck fails and he feigns reading. "Coffee's ready."

"Mmmmm Hmmmm....so is something else." Duo wiggles his hips, digging deeper into his 'perch'.

Heero moans low. "I just showered."

Another wiggle. "So you can -take- -another-..."

"Duo..." He is silenced when their lips crash together; all resistance flees. Hands tug impatiently at clothes. One swipe of the table makes ready a surface, spraying sugar, milk and coffee onto the floor.

Heero growls. "Good Morning."

Part 3

~scrapescrape~

Heero shifts to regain his footing. Slender legs wrap to find a more secure hold.

~scrapescrape...scrape~

Strong arms grab at the table edge and pull into his thrusts, rhythm full and steady.

~scrape..scrapescrape...scrape~

Frustrated, Heero presses down on Duo's body and drives the table against the wall.

~screeeeeeeeeeetchTHUMP~

Nodding in satisfaction, his mouth attaches to Duo's neck and he bends back to his task.

~thud...thud...thud...thud...~

Heero rests his forehead on Duo's shoulder. "Jesus Christ!"

The table begins to shake, laughter bubbling out of the intertwined bodies.

Amusement slowly diminishes, their eyes lock in silent agreement; Heero begins again.

~thudthudthudthudthudthud...~