[Ficlet ~ G] Five Minutes Early

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Title: Five Minutes Early
Continuity: Nonsensical Nuances
Length: Ficlet
Pairings: 1xR
Prompt: "I never really knew how to move you. So I tried to intrude through the
little holes in your veins. And I saw you. But that's not an invitation."
from "Communication" by The Cardigans.
Teaser: "You can afford to be late," she told him. "I wouldn't mind."
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5141105/24/ ... al_Nuances

Disclaimer: GW = not mine.

Author's Note: Using the ninth August prompt "I never really knew how to move you. So I tried to intrude through the little holes in your veins. And I saw you. But that's not an invitation." from "Communication" by The Cardigans. This ficlet alludes to "Overtime" but no need to have read that to understand.

Nonsensical Nuances
by mistress amethyst une

Five Minutes Early

Relena was in no mood to talk, and Heero was content just to watch her. It was a happy sort of quiet, one they felt no need to fill with words. On occasion, she'd steal a glance at him and he'd look away, pretending he hadn't been staring. She would smile to herself, pretending she was focused on the blobs of text on her computer screen. This was always how they spent the last five minutes before she got off work. He'd stand there, impatiently waiting for her to finish, wondering why she had to work herself to the last second. She'd sit there, wondering why he always arrived five minutes early to pick her up.

Nevertheless, the time to go would come and he'd move to loom over her and her desk. If she remained seated, it was understood that she intended to do some overtime. He would go back to his little corner of the room and fume, refusing to sit. No, he would stay on his feet and glare at her until she relented. She never did, and so he found himself standing for hours on end, losing a game she refused to play. Sometimes, he would break his silence, argue with her. She'd simply ask for a little more time to finish her task. Almost always, he relented. Almost always, she'd give him that tired smile as thanks. Though she'd never admit it, she would have found working after hours beyond torturous if he wasn't there, silently cheering her on despite his disapproval. Even when five minutes stretched into five hours, he stayed.

She wondered why.

As he always did, he came in five minutes early to pick her up that day.

"You can afford to be late," she told him. "I wouldn't mind."

He gave her a strange look, as if she'd just made the most ludicrous demand.

"Why would I want to keep you waiting?"

[Elyn Yuy]