Crap, short fic
I couldn’t resist, for my sister’s sake, trying to write a fic very quickly in the attempt to cheer her up. The aim is to get it, and some english coursework, done before she finishes tidying up.
"I didn’t get the job,” Heero’s face was calm, but Quatre could see how much the simple statement irked his lover. Wrapping his arms round Heero’s waist, he kissed him softly in greeting. Heero kissed back, briefly, then pulled away.
Startled, Quatre gently put his hand on Heero’s cheek, “I know you’re upset that you were turned down again, but… what else is wrong? There is something… you’re not acting like usual.”
“Seven job refusals do do that to a person.” Heero said dryly, but his head leaned automatically into Quatre’s soft touch. “I’m just… sick of being turned down. I’m beginning to think I should reveal my identity and scare them into giving me a job.” His hand moved down to rest on Quatre’s hip, pulling him close. “What do you think?”
His lover took the question slightly seriously, though he knew his lover intended it to be a joke. His voice was soft, “No, I don’t think you should… You should try and get a job on your own merits, I know you can.”
“The fact I don’t have any qualifications and I have an apparently stolen name seems to tell against me.” Heero said bitterly. His arm went around Quatre, holding him very loosely, in case if he held tighter, Quatre, too, would slip from his grasp. “I don’t have any merits.” The other man fixed him with a piercing look, and he shrank a little from the anger in his lover’s blue eyes.
“Well, then, we just have to make sure you show off what you do have. I believe in you, I believe you can show them that.” Quatre said. He stood on his tiptoes, shorter than his lover still, and kissed Heero lightly, then moved to whisper into his ear. “I’ll help you. You know I will.”
“Yes, I know.” Heero said, and the tone of his voice changed. Quatre was a firm believer that there was always hope, and, well, he made Heero believe too.
~fini
Okay, it was teh crap, but it took me ten minutes, what do you expect?
-Twilight
"I didn’t get the job,” Heero’s face was calm, but Quatre could see how much the simple statement irked his lover. Wrapping his arms round Heero’s waist, he kissed him softly in greeting. Heero kissed back, briefly, then pulled away.
Startled, Quatre gently put his hand on Heero’s cheek, “I know you’re upset that you were turned down again, but… what else is wrong? There is something… you’re not acting like usual.”
“Seven job refusals do do that to a person.” Heero said dryly, but his head leaned automatically into Quatre’s soft touch. “I’m just… sick of being turned down. I’m beginning to think I should reveal my identity and scare them into giving me a job.” His hand moved down to rest on Quatre’s hip, pulling him close. “What do you think?”
His lover took the question slightly seriously, though he knew his lover intended it to be a joke. His voice was soft, “No, I don’t think you should… You should try and get a job on your own merits, I know you can.”
“The fact I don’t have any qualifications and I have an apparently stolen name seems to tell against me.” Heero said bitterly. His arm went around Quatre, holding him very loosely, in case if he held tighter, Quatre, too, would slip from his grasp. “I don’t have any merits.” The other man fixed him with a piercing look, and he shrank a little from the anger in his lover’s blue eyes.
“Well, then, we just have to make sure you show off what you do have. I believe in you, I believe you can show them that.” Quatre said. He stood on his tiptoes, shorter than his lover still, and kissed Heero lightly, then moved to whisper into his ear. “I’ll help you. You know I will.”
“Yes, I know.” Heero said, and the tone of his voice changed. Quatre was a firm believer that there was always hope, and, well, he made Heero believe too.
~fini
Okay, it was teh crap, but it took me ten minutes, what do you expect?
-Twilight