Lucky (3xR fluff, PG)
Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2005 9:03 am
A/N: This was written, oh, I don't know, months ago. Due to some sort of attack of wanting to organize my fic folder, I did. And I found this, lurking. I edited it a little, realizing I hadn't made a lot of sense at the time.
...Sadly enough, I think it was my last successful attempt at humor, before the angst bunnies captured me, rendering me uncapable of humor. ^_^'
Originally written for Wicked, and still is. *heart*
Lucky
?I?m going to die.?
?No you?re not.?
?I am. How else would I explain this pain spurting from my temples and clouding my vision and making my jaw clench??
?It?s called a headache.? Two fingers pressed against the side of her neck, and, when he spoke, she detected a hint of amusement. ?Was that for the pity??
?No.? She flopped back into the plumped-up pillows and glared at him. ?Despite the fact that I have a fever of a hundred and six??
?Four,? he corrected.
??Whatever. You still insist on making fun of my headache? Which will probably develop into a brain tumor and kill me? What then, will the world come to?? She threw her hands up. ?What? What if I?m no longer the Vice Foreign Minister of the ESUN because I died, and because you didn?t even have the decency to take care of me???
?Relena. You?re hysterical.?
?Am not.? She huffed at his tone and turned away from his gently prodding fingers. ?And if I was, I know you?d be out of here faster than I could shove a candlestick up your ass??
?Keep talking that way, and I just might consider leaving you here.?
?Fine!?
?Fine.?
The silence fell between them, an obnoxious cloud of fever and temper balanced cautiously. Then, the drip of water as he lifted the hand towel from the blue basin and ordered, ?Lie down.?
She refused to turn around.
?Relena. Lie down.?
?No.?
?You?re being difficult.?
?Am not.?
?Prove it.?
She spun around and raised a hand, as if to hit him. He didn?t react, just regarded her with the faintest flicker of annoyance in his emerald eyes. Pleased to see she was at least an irritation to him, she allowed him to place the towel on her forehead and shove her ? none too gently ? down. She winced, but he didn?t apologize, just turned and stalked out of the living room.
Muttering under her breath, she closed her eyes and, pressing the towel to her forehead with one hand, turned on her side. Her nose brushed the green fabric, and she inhaled deeply. She always did find Trowa?s scent so comforting. Even the house had the slightest hint of it, from the pillows to the towel resting on her temples.
Even if he was annoying.
She sighed and nuzzled closer to the edge of the couch. His presence was already in the room, looming above her. She could feel him.
?Why, of all people, am I stuck with Trowa on a Saturday night?? she wondered out loud for his benefit.
?Ha, ha,? he said dryly. ?Because, otherwise, if I didn?t, you?d have been with Yuy, and you?d have to deal with laptop keys tapping away into the night.?
?Good point.?
?I tend to make them a lot.?
?Because you?re a geek??
?Because I?m witty.?
?Ha, ha.?
?Sarcastically creative, Ms. Darlian.?
?Thank you.?
?It wasn?t a compliment.?
?Shut up, Mr. Barton.?
A finger brushed over her cheek, although she barely felt it. The warmth was so comforting, the heat curling around her in a warm shell, and she could feel her thoughts drifting away into the darkness. ?But, no, really. Why am I stuck with you, Trowa? Why not Duo? Why not Wufei??
A chuckle.
Lips settled in the curve of her ear.
?I don?t know, Relena. Maybe you just got lucky.?
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The End
...Sadly enough, I think it was my last successful attempt at humor, before the angst bunnies captured me, rendering me uncapable of humor. ^_^'
Originally written for Wicked, and still is. *heart*
Lucky
?I?m going to die.?
?No you?re not.?
?I am. How else would I explain this pain spurting from my temples and clouding my vision and making my jaw clench??
?It?s called a headache.? Two fingers pressed against the side of her neck, and, when he spoke, she detected a hint of amusement. ?Was that for the pity??
?No.? She flopped back into the plumped-up pillows and glared at him. ?Despite the fact that I have a fever of a hundred and six??
?Four,? he corrected.
??Whatever. You still insist on making fun of my headache? Which will probably develop into a brain tumor and kill me? What then, will the world come to?? She threw her hands up. ?What? What if I?m no longer the Vice Foreign Minister of the ESUN because I died, and because you didn?t even have the decency to take care of me???
?Relena. You?re hysterical.?
?Am not.? She huffed at his tone and turned away from his gently prodding fingers. ?And if I was, I know you?d be out of here faster than I could shove a candlestick up your ass??
?Keep talking that way, and I just might consider leaving you here.?
?Fine!?
?Fine.?
The silence fell between them, an obnoxious cloud of fever and temper balanced cautiously. Then, the drip of water as he lifted the hand towel from the blue basin and ordered, ?Lie down.?
She refused to turn around.
?Relena. Lie down.?
?No.?
?You?re being difficult.?
?Am not.?
?Prove it.?
She spun around and raised a hand, as if to hit him. He didn?t react, just regarded her with the faintest flicker of annoyance in his emerald eyes. Pleased to see she was at least an irritation to him, she allowed him to place the towel on her forehead and shove her ? none too gently ? down. She winced, but he didn?t apologize, just turned and stalked out of the living room.
Muttering under her breath, she closed her eyes and, pressing the towel to her forehead with one hand, turned on her side. Her nose brushed the green fabric, and she inhaled deeply. She always did find Trowa?s scent so comforting. Even the house had the slightest hint of it, from the pillows to the towel resting on her temples.
Even if he was annoying.
She sighed and nuzzled closer to the edge of the couch. His presence was already in the room, looming above her. She could feel him.
?Why, of all people, am I stuck with Trowa on a Saturday night?? she wondered out loud for his benefit.
?Ha, ha,? he said dryly. ?Because, otherwise, if I didn?t, you?d have been with Yuy, and you?d have to deal with laptop keys tapping away into the night.?
?Good point.?
?I tend to make them a lot.?
?Because you?re a geek??
?Because I?m witty.?
?Ha, ha.?
?Sarcastically creative, Ms. Darlian.?
?Thank you.?
?It wasn?t a compliment.?
?Shut up, Mr. Barton.?
A finger brushed over her cheek, although she barely felt it. The warmth was so comforting, the heat curling around her in a warm shell, and she could feel her thoughts drifting away into the darkness. ?But, no, really. Why am I stuck with you, Trowa? Why not Duo? Why not Wufei??
A chuckle.
Lips settled in the curve of her ear.
?I don?t know, Relena. Maybe you just got lucky.?
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The End
Oh well, wishful thinking, I guess.^^
I agree with all of them....especially Wicked 