The High Price of Dreams
Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 8:55 pm
GW, Humor, PG-13
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*snort* "HEY Trowa! Wake
up already!"
"huh? Wha?"
"I wasn't aware you were such a heavy sleeper."
"Well, I've been a little sleep deprived lately... but why do I feel like all the blood is rushing out of my legs."
"Because you are hanging upside down off the third story balcony."
"Oh." pause. "WHY!?"
"Are you aware you talk in your sleep?"
Trowa thought back to the dream he was having (as if a certain body part in his boxers would let him forget), before he was rudely interrupted. He was with Relena at the beach, she was wearing a very small bikini, he had started describing, in detail, what he wanted to do to her... At this point Trowa stopped remembering and just starting
praying he would die on impact. "No, I was completely unaware of that fact. I guess you can't control what you dream about...?"
"Did you actually think that line would help?"
"No, but it was worth trying. I don't suppose an apology is going to get me off the hook here?"
"I think you can do better then that."
"Umm, I'm never alone with Relena again, I get you a bottle of 30 year scotch, and uh... I'll never go to the beach with her?"
Heero let go.
Trowa wasn't one to scream, although he was a might tempted. He didn't have much time to ponder it more before he felt a sharp impact on his back. The next thought that crossed his mind that he was still alive. After that, he realized he was sinking.
Heero had dropped him in to the waiting pool below, the deep end. I guess I should have added not going shirtless around her anymore.
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*snort* "HEY Trowa! Wake
up already!"
"huh? Wha?"
"I wasn't aware you were such a heavy sleeper."
"Well, I've been a little sleep deprived lately... but why do I feel like all the blood is rushing out of my legs."
"Because you are hanging upside down off the third story balcony."
"Oh." pause. "WHY!?"
"Are you aware you talk in your sleep?"
Trowa thought back to the dream he was having (as if a certain body part in his boxers would let him forget), before he was rudely interrupted. He was with Relena at the beach, she was wearing a very small bikini, he had started describing, in detail, what he wanted to do to her... At this point Trowa stopped remembering and just starting
praying he would die on impact. "No, I was completely unaware of that fact. I guess you can't control what you dream about...?"
"Did you actually think that line would help?"
"No, but it was worth trying. I don't suppose an apology is going to get me off the hook here?"
"I think you can do better then that."
"Umm, I'm never alone with Relena again, I get you a bottle of 30 year scotch, and uh... I'll never go to the beach with her?"
Heero let go.
Trowa wasn't one to scream, although he was a might tempted. He didn't have much time to ponder it more before he felt a sharp impact on his back. The next thought that crossed his mind that he was still alive. After that, he realized he was sinking.
Heero had dropped him in to the waiting pool below, the deep end. I guess I should have added not going shirtless around her anymore.
