Playing House; Tea Party -Prelude
Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2002 1:00 pm
Just so you all know, dismiss my old sequal to Playing House. I'm completely changing it! I hope to have it done by Feb. No promises.
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Playing House; Tea Party -Prelude
-shev
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The sky folded over, refusing to hand the morning over.
Instead, I waited on my side and counted sheep like mad. I tired to use creativity like throwing in a duck or a cow here and there but still I felt suffocated, mad, driven to excel yet failing was my center of interest. Every morning it was like this, I would watch the sky slowly dance to a light blue before I would drag myself up and throw on some paint to make my face presentable. Sign some papers, read a speech, call it goodwill and come back home where I would crawl to bed next to my sleeping husband and watch the night dance again.
I felt an arm snake around my waist and a pair of lips pressed to the back of my neck. His hot breath spread slowly to my collarbone evenly, rhythmically. ?Tell me.?
?Tell you what??
?What?s wrong.?
I grinned.?I?m in love with Duo.?
I felt a grunt against my neck. ?What part of him? His braid or his intoxicating personality??
I raised an eyebrow at that. ?His braid??
?Good, then it?s just materialistic love, no competition there.?
I laughed and turned around in his arms facing his deep blue eyes and taunt lips. Every time I saw him I was memorized. Dark, beautiful, humble, mine. I reached a hand up and ran it through his chocolates before letting my finger trace his chin and lips. ?Good morning beautiful?
?I prefer masculine.?
I smiled and leaned forward, kissing the small patch of skin where his nose met his forehead. His scent was invigorating. If I wasn?t so restless, I?d probably take him right there, but instead, I let myself indulge only in one kiss before sobering up. ?I?m sorry to wake you.?
?You didn?t. I doubt Duo?s good looks is what has you sighing and staring out that window. Tell me what?s really wrong.?
I sighed, pulling out of his arms and instead staring at the ceiling. ?I feel suffocated Heero. This life, this house, and-?
?Me??
I glanced at his monotone features and broke. Is that what he thought? ?No, of course not. That isn?t what I mean. I just-? I paused unsure. I figured he has enough of his own problems. ?Menstrual pains. Has me craving for a chocolate shake. That?s all. Ignore me.?
?I know my facts. You women only have pain once a month?
?If that is what your text book tells you Heero.? I mumbled sarcastically. He groaned and pulled me closer so we were fully pressed together. The warmth of his side against mine gave some reassurance but more so his deep, tender voice against my ear radiating heat gave me comfort. ?Listen. You never eat anymore, you don?t sleep, and I can?t help you because you won?t tell me what is going on.?
I knew he was sincere.
?I?m just unhappy. I want a new life, I?m sorry. I feel like I?m getting old- you know??
He sighed. ?We?re only in our twenties.?
?Exactly. Old. We?ve already experienced falling in love, having fun, playing games. It seems now like we?re in a rut. Fun and games is a rut now. Job is a rut, love,? I paused, ?Is a rut.?
He watched me closely for a second before speaking softly, thoughtfully. ?What do you really want??
?Honestly?? He nodded and brushed a few strands behind my ear. ?I want to start over. Learn to live again. I want to fall in love with you all over again. I want my shining knight to take me away from here.?
With a small smile, Heero leaned over and whispered against my lips, ?Then you better pack princess.?
I blinked. He kissed me. I smiled and somehow I knew in the end, it would all be okay.
?Hey, Relena??
?Mm??
?Would you like some tea??
?At two in the morning??
He shrugged and rolled out of bed. ?We?re up, I don?t mind. You pack, and then we?ll have a, what do you call it? Tea party. When the sun is up, we?ll go where ever the truck takes us.?
I laughed. I use to love tea parties with my dolls?Heero would make a good doll
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Playing House; Tea Party -Prelude
-shev
***
The sky folded over, refusing to hand the morning over.
Instead, I waited on my side and counted sheep like mad. I tired to use creativity like throwing in a duck or a cow here and there but still I felt suffocated, mad, driven to excel yet failing was my center of interest. Every morning it was like this, I would watch the sky slowly dance to a light blue before I would drag myself up and throw on some paint to make my face presentable. Sign some papers, read a speech, call it goodwill and come back home where I would crawl to bed next to my sleeping husband and watch the night dance again.
I felt an arm snake around my waist and a pair of lips pressed to the back of my neck. His hot breath spread slowly to my collarbone evenly, rhythmically. ?Tell me.?
?Tell you what??
?What?s wrong.?
I grinned.?I?m in love with Duo.?
I felt a grunt against my neck. ?What part of him? His braid or his intoxicating personality??
I raised an eyebrow at that. ?His braid??
?Good, then it?s just materialistic love, no competition there.?
I laughed and turned around in his arms facing his deep blue eyes and taunt lips. Every time I saw him I was memorized. Dark, beautiful, humble, mine. I reached a hand up and ran it through his chocolates before letting my finger trace his chin and lips. ?Good morning beautiful?
?I prefer masculine.?
I smiled and leaned forward, kissing the small patch of skin where his nose met his forehead. His scent was invigorating. If I wasn?t so restless, I?d probably take him right there, but instead, I let myself indulge only in one kiss before sobering up. ?I?m sorry to wake you.?
?You didn?t. I doubt Duo?s good looks is what has you sighing and staring out that window. Tell me what?s really wrong.?
I sighed, pulling out of his arms and instead staring at the ceiling. ?I feel suffocated Heero. This life, this house, and-?
?Me??
I glanced at his monotone features and broke. Is that what he thought? ?No, of course not. That isn?t what I mean. I just-? I paused unsure. I figured he has enough of his own problems. ?Menstrual pains. Has me craving for a chocolate shake. That?s all. Ignore me.?
?I know my facts. You women only have pain once a month?
?If that is what your text book tells you Heero.? I mumbled sarcastically. He groaned and pulled me closer so we were fully pressed together. The warmth of his side against mine gave some reassurance but more so his deep, tender voice against my ear radiating heat gave me comfort. ?Listen. You never eat anymore, you don?t sleep, and I can?t help you because you won?t tell me what is going on.?
I knew he was sincere.
?I?m just unhappy. I want a new life, I?m sorry. I feel like I?m getting old- you know??
He sighed. ?We?re only in our twenties.?
?Exactly. Old. We?ve already experienced falling in love, having fun, playing games. It seems now like we?re in a rut. Fun and games is a rut now. Job is a rut, love,? I paused, ?Is a rut.?
He watched me closely for a second before speaking softly, thoughtfully. ?What do you really want??
?Honestly?? He nodded and brushed a few strands behind my ear. ?I want to start over. Learn to live again. I want to fall in love with you all over again. I want my shining knight to take me away from here.?
With a small smile, Heero leaned over and whispered against my lips, ?Then you better pack princess.?
I blinked. He kissed me. I smiled and somehow I knew in the end, it would all be okay.
?Hey, Relena??
?Mm??
?Would you like some tea??
?At two in the morning??
He shrugged and rolled out of bed. ?We?re up, I don?t mind. You pack, and then we?ll have a, what do you call it? Tea party. When the sun is up, we?ll go where ever the truck takes us.?
I laughed. I use to love tea parties with my dolls?Heero would make a good doll