Arabic Radio
Chapter Two
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Michael, my now official ex, was outraged. Would it be so bad if I were to say that just the thought of him sputtering in Heero?s doorway like a mad man full of rejection gave me goosebumps of satisfaction. I stood on the outer rim of Heero?s kitchen, watching the two men converse about my current location.
?She can?t stay here. It wouldn?t be right. You are not together.?
I think it was more of his ego that wasn?t right. Heero merely shrugged and slammed the door. Ah, and the sound of the door slamming was beautiful. His apartment was cozy, I must say. Lacking slightly in friendly appeal, but it did have a register ?Heero? look about it. I liked it. It was small, but his lack of furniture made it seem spacious. I had been here many times before, just never really took the time to take it in.
?You can have the office.?
I turned towards the voice and saw Heero holding one of my boxes under his arm, the other hand holding the remains of my wine bottle. ?But you need your office don?t you??
He shrugged and sat the box down in front of the door. ?Do you mind sharing??
The image of him and I sharing a room suddenly seemed very promising. Same bed, his leg pinning me down against the hard mattress, a grope here, and touch there, wild sounds of absolute passion and a wave of- ?Relena??
I blinked. Huh? ?What??
?Do you mind sharing your bedroom with the office? I wouldn?t be in there often.? I nodded ?no? numbly as the image replayed itself. ?I think I?ll go unpack.? I put a hand on the counter to steady myself. Heero gave me an odd look- something I had be accustomed to. I took a steady breath, checked my mental state once over, shrugged, and went on to unloading my junk in the small office next to his room.
The desk was huge compared to the small room. I didn?t mind. Heero said the couch folded out into a bed and wonder where it got the room to do so. The window over looked the city. Suddenly the sense I was alone was overwhelming. This wasn?t the first time I had to live off of someone else because my lack of ability to keep a relationship. Heero was always there of course. Like my other half.
?What do you want for dinner??
You. ?Anything.? I smiled at the thought though.
He leaned against the doorway and thought. ?Chinese?? I nodded. ?Actually, get dress. Formal. You know, with that makeup stuff.?
He pushed himself off the doorway and shoved his hands in his pocket. ?And wear red lipstick. I like you in red.?
With that he was off down the hallway. Absently I searched for my red dress.
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I always knew Heero to be a romantic- deep at heart as all men were- but it never fully sunk in until Heero led me down the hallway to a candle lit kitchen. There was a blanket on the floor with an array of Chinese food in white cartons and a bottle of red wine. ?I thought we?d get drunk to ease your pain.?
It was thoughtful, I was touched.
?Why ask me to get dressed up??
He ran a hand through his hair, looking unsure. ?I just wanted a pretty girl to eat with me on the floor.? He said in his usual monotone chorus.
We sat like we were doing just one of the many spontaneous things we do and ate like everything was normal. Never once was Michael brought up. Instead, I rambled on about anything and everything from work to family while Heero nodded here and there. I was grateful to him for the distraction- he always knew exactly what to do.
?Do you think I?ll fall in love again?? I asked, as Heero threw away the empty cartons.
?No.? I was dumbfounded. How dare he? You don?t say that to your best friend who has a broken heart. I knew I should have kept my chopstick so I could shove it up his a-?I think your already are in love.?
Huh?
Let me just say, Heero Yuy is the most confusing man I?ve ever met.
?When I was younger I remember hearing a theory.?
?A theory.? I repeated.
?It?s called an Arabic Radio.?
?And it?s a theory?? I was amused- or maybe it was the wine.
?Yes. Well, it?s a state of being. You?re always in love- even if you don?t have someone to channel it towards.? He looked serious enough. I down half of my glass of red salvation and thought about what he said.
?So this Arabic Radio is a state of being where I know I am in love, just I don?t know with who?? He refilled my glass and nodded. ?Huh.?
?I think it has to do with being drawn towards people- like wavelengths in the radio.? I looked him up and down and smiled. ?Don?t get any ideas Relena.?
?And the Arabic part means??
He tapped the rim of his cup against his lip. ?I don?t know. A mystery.? It was oddly alluring how he seemed to have more an accent when he spoke over wine.
?Ah, but that?s the beauty of I then.? I leaned closer to the pilot, letting my words slur. Completely aware of the alcohol burning in my gut I smiled faintly. ?Heero, has anyone ever told you things don?t always have to add up??
?No.? God he had beautiful lips. Before I could help it I found my finger tracing them. He smelled of ivory soap and spicy cologne. I let my finger linger on his bottom lip slightly longer than I intended.
?Heero,? I murmured, ?Not everything has to add up.? Like this. I wanted to feel him touch me. The arch of rejection Michael played on me created a need to be wanted. To prove to myself that I?m desirable. The image of Heero and I pinned to his bed came back full force with the help of wine and I couldn?t help but dip my head closers to his. I wanted to take him there- I didn?t care about the consequences, the complications- nor the fact that kitchen floor was harder than desirable. But ah, the kitchen floor is erotic in itself. The fact his button up shirt under the simply black jacket was driving my senses mad.
His eyes caught mine. I couldn?t read what he was thinking. I never have been able to. He didn?t bother to pull back. I didn?t mind. Instead I only ran a hand through his locks letting breath pat against my neck. ?Are you a part of my Arabic Radio?? I asked.
?No.? He answered. It threw me off guard. I felt my heart tilt and spill over into my stomach. I pulled back, hurt. The pain sobered my flesh and I nodded numbly for the second time that day. The burning need died and I realized I was alone. Michael didn?t want me, the guy before him didn?t want me, and now, Heero, once again, didn?t want me.
Perhaps I don?t have an Arabic Radio.
I blinked back the forming moisture. ?I think,? Mentally I pulled myself together, ?I?m tired. Goodnight.? I couldn't meet his stare. I couldn't breathe, think. I quickly got up, felt my heart break and left him to blow out the candles.
I didn?t bother to wait for his goodnight.
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Ah, another part posted. I know the whole
concept of an Arabic Radio can be confusing.
If you need me to explain more on the idea
I can ramble on about in my next chapter.
Thanks for everyone whose RR so far. I dedicate
all my work, clothes, money, lack of money, to you.
You guys are the best.
Have a wonderful day.
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