Comments: Haha, I don?t know why I wrote this. I think I have an obsession with writing fics from Heero?s POV about his emphasis on the little things in his relationship with Relena. This is a comedic WAFF fic. It?s not written particularly well, but then again, it is from Heero?s POV, and he is in the heat of battle so he cannot think with utmost grammatical precision. Yeah, that?s a good one.

Don?t Make Me Come Over There
She slants her gaze down at me. The message is quick but clear.
She knows exactly what I am doing.
Perhaps more importantly, she knows why.
And yet, no other sounds touch the silence of the kitchen we are in.
She does not speak.
We are alone.
A gulf of dissimilar lifetime experiences and uncertain words that were aborted long before being spoken swells between us in this moment.
Her mouth quirks as I deliberately continue.
She goes back to working, which she defines as tapping her pen impatiently and trying to ignore me.
I wonder if knowing she is there in the silence makes the silence less threatening.
Even though the silence is familiar, I still dislike it.
I think she does too.
I want to know if she does.
I speak.
It is nothing important. I think I mentioned the weather.
But her eyes are crackling back at me, and I know I have just heard exactly what her reply is.
She firmly closes her work folder, and shifts around to face me directly.
She begins to imitate my movements.
Slowly, an understanding builds.
We are doing this because we want to.
Because we can.
Because we must.
I smile.
She smiles.
The movement in the room increases.
This is no mere game, and she knows this.
I am testing her, wondering about her and how she reacts.
Adrenaline is gathering in her unplanned twists and turns, and I am shifting closer to her, determined to see this through.
Just then Duo bursts in, denouncing the latest coffee choices, and he sees us.
There is a brief moment of stillness, which Relena takes advantage of by making a particularly firm thrust in my direction.
Duo stares.
And tips his head, sighing in that resigned way he does when he knows I am doing something silly but important to me nonetheless.
?Well, enjoy your game of footsie,? he says as he exits and room with a grin on his face.
Oh, don?t worry, I will.