gw500 ficlet "walk away"
Title: Belgian Waffles
Author: Elsie
Pairing: implied 2xOC, past 1x2
Rating: PG13
Warning: angst
Word count: 699
Challenge: walk away
A/N: Sequel to Yellow. It's been a long time but it looks like I wasn't done with Heero and Duo yet.
Duo picked up another application, this one just as riddled with spelling errors as the last and filled with enough holes in the employment history to rival Swiss cheese. He didn’t think it was terribly unreasonable to expect a certain level of professionalism from potential employees, but he supposed that for a job like this, he was going to be scraping the bottom of the barrel.
He got to the next application and glanced at the handwriting, and he froze. He didn’t need to look at the top of the page to see the applicant’s name.
It had been a year since he’d last seen Heero and longer since that day when Heero had caught him in a compromising situation with another man. Instead of trying to defuse the situation, Duo had built it up, intending to provoke a reaction out of Heero.
He had, but not the one he’d been looking for.
Their relationship had been doomed from the start. Relationships forged under extreme circumstances didn’t hold up very well after the excitement and danger were no longer part of every day living, and what had been left wasn’t strong enough to keep them together.
“I had hoped there was more between us than this,” Heero had said the day he left.
With the passage of time, Duo had a hard time remembering what “this” had been, but it didn’t make seeing Heero’s familiar handwriting, neat and almost feminine, bring back feelings he thought he’d long buried.
“Hey, Duo.”
He looked up then. Standing in the doorway was his latest conquest, a girl that he’d hired simply because she was good in bed and never expected to spend the night. She was dressed in the polyester vest and skirt that went with the uniform, but her blouse was unbuttoned almost to the point of indecency. It wasn’t the first time she’d done that, but he’d never heard a word of complaint about her mode of dress and he supposed part of him liked what she had on display.
“What’s up?”
She walked to his desk and leaned forward until Duo’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to her cleavage.
“The front’s all locked up.” Between full cherry red lips, her tongue ran over bright white teeth.
He picked up Heero’s application and ran it through the shredder.
*
Duo was glad he had the next day off, because he was hungover and hurting in places he didn’t know existed. She wasn’t just enthusiastic in bed, she was adventurous, almost kinky. She’d been hinting about role playing next time and although Duo wasn’t sure he was comfortable with it, he was equally sure that he’d go along with it.
Pretending to be someone else would probably be the most honest thing he’d done in bed since that day.
He rolled out of bed at noon and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. A trip to the kitchen confirmed that the milk had gone sour, that there were no eggs, left, and that he was fresh out of coffee.
“Fuck it.” He pulled a hat over his head and picked up his keys. There was a diner a couple miles down the road, and he had a sudden craving for their Belgian waffles.
*
The waitress was almost too cheerful but she poured him a cup of coffee before handing him the menu and then wandered off to refill other customers’ cups. To Duo, that was good service. Coffee first, questions later. A man couldn’t always be expected to carry on a decent conversation before he’d had his morning caffeine.
When she returned to take his order, he flirted with her briefly, just enough to make her laugh, and handed her the menu without opening it up.
He regretted that later.
It shouldn’t have surprised him. It was a common enough practice but it was enough to make him cover his mouth as his stomach churned. He left the money and a generous tip next to his untouched breakfast.
All it had taken to send him running home was two pats of butter and a slice of bacon curved into a smile.
The same way Heero used to make them.
Part 4: Frozen
Author: Elsie
Pairing: implied 2xOC, past 1x2
Rating: PG13
Warning: angst
Word count: 699
Challenge: walk away
A/N: Sequel to Yellow. It's been a long time but it looks like I wasn't done with Heero and Duo yet.
Duo picked up another application, this one just as riddled with spelling errors as the last and filled with enough holes in the employment history to rival Swiss cheese. He didn’t think it was terribly unreasonable to expect a certain level of professionalism from potential employees, but he supposed that for a job like this, he was going to be scraping the bottom of the barrel.
He got to the next application and glanced at the handwriting, and he froze. He didn’t need to look at the top of the page to see the applicant’s name.
It had been a year since he’d last seen Heero and longer since that day when Heero had caught him in a compromising situation with another man. Instead of trying to defuse the situation, Duo had built it up, intending to provoke a reaction out of Heero.
He had, but not the one he’d been looking for.
Their relationship had been doomed from the start. Relationships forged under extreme circumstances didn’t hold up very well after the excitement and danger were no longer part of every day living, and what had been left wasn’t strong enough to keep them together.
“I had hoped there was more between us than this,” Heero had said the day he left.
With the passage of time, Duo had a hard time remembering what “this” had been, but it didn’t make seeing Heero’s familiar handwriting, neat and almost feminine, bring back feelings he thought he’d long buried.
“Hey, Duo.”
He looked up then. Standing in the doorway was his latest conquest, a girl that he’d hired simply because she was good in bed and never expected to spend the night. She was dressed in the polyester vest and skirt that went with the uniform, but her blouse was unbuttoned almost to the point of indecency. It wasn’t the first time she’d done that, but he’d never heard a word of complaint about her mode of dress and he supposed part of him liked what she had on display.
“What’s up?”
She walked to his desk and leaned forward until Duo’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to her cleavage.
“The front’s all locked up.” Between full cherry red lips, her tongue ran over bright white teeth.
He picked up Heero’s application and ran it through the shredder.
*
Duo was glad he had the next day off, because he was hungover and hurting in places he didn’t know existed. She wasn’t just enthusiastic in bed, she was adventurous, almost kinky. She’d been hinting about role playing next time and although Duo wasn’t sure he was comfortable with it, he was equally sure that he’d go along with it.
Pretending to be someone else would probably be the most honest thing he’d done in bed since that day.
He rolled out of bed at noon and rubbed at the stubble on his chin. A trip to the kitchen confirmed that the milk had gone sour, that there were no eggs, left, and that he was fresh out of coffee.
“Fuck it.” He pulled a hat over his head and picked up his keys. There was a diner a couple miles down the road, and he had a sudden craving for their Belgian waffles.
*
The waitress was almost too cheerful but she poured him a cup of coffee before handing him the menu and then wandered off to refill other customers’ cups. To Duo, that was good service. Coffee first, questions later. A man couldn’t always be expected to carry on a decent conversation before he’d had his morning caffeine.
When she returned to take his order, he flirted with her briefly, just enough to make her laugh, and handed her the menu without opening it up.
He regretted that later.
It shouldn’t have surprised him. It was a common enough practice but it was enough to make him cover his mouth as his stomach churned. He left the money and a generous tip next to his untouched breakfast.
All it had taken to send him running home was two pats of butter and a slice of bacon curved into a smile.
The same way Heero used to make them.
Part 4: Frozen