'The Request' for bloody_winged
Title: The Request
Recipient: bloody_winged
Rating: T for language, drinking and mentions of non-traditional relationships... :D
Warnings: Mentions of 1x2x1, established 1xR
Summary: Duo always knows he's in for trouble when Relena invites him over for dinner.
Author's Notes: This is just a little piece of what could wind up becoming a much longer story; haven't written this particular scenario before, although it has always come up in my head, so it was fun to be able to put it to paper. Thank you to whomever sent in this prompt...it was a great excuse to write this and I hope I didn't disappoint you too much. :)
Author: chester_no_miko
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there was basketball to be played. It seemed like a perfectly normal summer day, when Heero spoke to Duo as he tossed the ball toward the net.
“Relena wants you to come to dinner tomorrow night,” he said casually, watching his friend stumble forward, before catching himself. Heero couldn't help but smirk at his usually graceful friend's slip up, waiting for the anticipated reaction to his news.
“Ah, man...what did I do?” Duo sighed. He enjoyed hanging out with both Heero and Relena and loved them both dearly, but normally a dinner invitation meant that the former princess wanted to Talk to him about something.
“It's not anything you did,” Heeero assured him. “She just wants to talk to you.”
“But why can't she talk to me without feeding me first?” the long-haired man questioned. “I always feel like she's buttering me up for something when she does that.”
“Because she says you're still too skinny and you don't eat properly,” the Japanese man told him matter-of-factly. “And I agree with her.”
“Hn. Well, fuck ya both,” Duo muttered with a good-natured grin. “I'm just skinny, no matter what you feed me, and there is nothing wrong with living off of beer and pizza.”
“If you really lived off beer and pizza, you wouldn't be so skinny,” Heero pointed out. “Just be at the house around five tomorrow, okay?” He waited patiently for Duo's response, watching the now-forgotten basketball roll slowly in the afternoon breeze.
“Yeah, well, you know I can't tell you guys no,” Duo told him, turning his face to the sky for a brief moment. “You grilling?” he asked, glancing sideways.
“I have the steaks in the fridge,” he replied with a smile. Duo returned the gesture with a grin of his own, and Heero suddenly found himself feeling not so anxious. It was just a usual night with the three of them, having a good meal, joking around and enjoying each others' company. It was something they did off and on over the years and he found that he liked being the guy who had a friend over to eat dinner with him and his wife. It was a comfortable arrangement and Duo didn't seem to mind, either, so it seemed like everything would work out just fine.
“Okay, you got me,” Duo agreed with a wink. He jogged over and scooped up the basketball, tossing it to the taller Japanese man and taking a stance in front of him. “Now let's play.”
“Duo!” As soon as he walked through the door, he was assaulted by way of a very happy blonde woman, who threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and ducked his head when she backed away, smiling.
“Hey there, 'Lena,” he greeted, holding out a bottle of wine. “Stopped and picked up some chianti on the way...figured it would go good with the steaks, right?”
“It'll be perfect,” she assured him, taking him by the hand and leading him into the house. “Heero hasn't burned anything yet, so we should have a good dinner ready for you in the next fifteen minutes.”
“No rush,” he objected, being towed along behind her. “Not like there's anything urgent to discuss, right?”
“No, not urgent, I suppose,” she told him seriously, setting the bottle down on the counter as she let go of his hand. “But of course you know I want to talk to you...”
“Yeah, that kinda tends to happen when you invite me for dinner, instead of Heero,” Duo admitted with a small smile.
“It'll be painless,” she said with a smile of her own, turning to dig through a drawer for the bottle opener. “Have I ever made a discussion uncomfortable in the last ten years?”
“Well, not exactly,” he acquiesced. “I mean, there was that one time at your brother's wedding...”
“That was not uncomfortable,” she sniffed, turning to face him again with the bottle opener. “It was outright mortifying for both of us and poor Heero and I really shouldn't have asked to watch the two of you. But at least we know that my mouth runs away with me when I have too much champagne and I have done everything to prevent that from happening again.”
Duo chuckled as he watched the woman before him blush a very lovely shade of scarlet. It was nice to know even after six years, it was still possible to make her turn red over a half-drunken remark. It wasn't that he wasn't embarrassed by the memory himself; in fact, he found his own face warming all over again, but it was nice to know that he wasn't the only one. “It's okay, 'Lena...after all, I kinda owe you for the caviar incident.”
“My mother really did say it was okay,” she insisted for what she felt was the umpteenth time. “You didn't know that it was going to be salty and eating a spoonful of it like that was...pretty funny, actually.”
“WuFei didn't think so,” he sighed.
“Only because he was the one that wound up wearing it,” she laughed. “I'm sorry...I shouldn't bring up such unpleasant things when we're just here to have a good evening together.”
“It's okay,” he assured her. “We've both done some stupid stuff in the past.”
“Well, I certainly won't argue with that,” she sighed, carefully trying to pull the cork out of the bottle and letting out a small noise of frustration when she couldn't get it.
“Gimme,” he demanded gently, holding his hand out to her. “You get the glasses.”
“I'm such a girl,” she complained, handing the bottle over. “I need to start working out.”
“You always say that,” Heero teased, walking up behind her and setting the plate of steaks down on the counter beside her.
“And I mean it this time,” she told him. “I need to get some kind of muscle tone or something...I always feel so damn...soft around you guys.”
“Girls are supposed to be soft,” Duo argued, pulling the cork out of the bottle with a pop. “It's what they do...it's why they're beautiful. C'mon, Heero, back me up, here.”
“I like that you're soft,” he agreed.
“Duo's not,” she pointed out.
“Duo's not a woman,” Heero told her with a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “Men are different.”
“Damn right Duo's not a woman,” the American quipped, pouring the wine into the proffered glasses. “So...let's cut the shit, shall we? I want to enjoy dinner without worrying.”
Relena and Heero exchanged a glance with each other. Maybe it would be better just to say it outright and get it over with. Heero nodded and Relena took a deep breath, giving her friend the most winning smile she could before she spoke.
“Duo...I want you to get me pregnant.”
Recipient: bloody_winged
Rating: T for language, drinking and mentions of non-traditional relationships... :D
Warnings: Mentions of 1x2x1, established 1xR
Summary: Duo always knows he's in for trouble when Relena invites him over for dinner.
Author's Notes: This is just a little piece of what could wind up becoming a much longer story; haven't written this particular scenario before, although it has always come up in my head, so it was fun to be able to put it to paper. Thank you to whomever sent in this prompt...it was a great excuse to write this and I hope I didn't disappoint you too much. :)
Author: chester_no_miko
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and there was basketball to be played. It seemed like a perfectly normal summer day, when Heero spoke to Duo as he tossed the ball toward the net.
“Relena wants you to come to dinner tomorrow night,” he said casually, watching his friend stumble forward, before catching himself. Heero couldn't help but smirk at his usually graceful friend's slip up, waiting for the anticipated reaction to his news.
“Ah, man...what did I do?” Duo sighed. He enjoyed hanging out with both Heero and Relena and loved them both dearly, but normally a dinner invitation meant that the former princess wanted to Talk to him about something.
“It's not anything you did,” Heeero assured him. “She just wants to talk to you.”
“But why can't she talk to me without feeding me first?” the long-haired man questioned. “I always feel like she's buttering me up for something when she does that.”
“Because she says you're still too skinny and you don't eat properly,” the Japanese man told him matter-of-factly. “And I agree with her.”
“Hn. Well, fuck ya both,” Duo muttered with a good-natured grin. “I'm just skinny, no matter what you feed me, and there is nothing wrong with living off of beer and pizza.”
“If you really lived off beer and pizza, you wouldn't be so skinny,” Heero pointed out. “Just be at the house around five tomorrow, okay?” He waited patiently for Duo's response, watching the now-forgotten basketball roll slowly in the afternoon breeze.
“Yeah, well, you know I can't tell you guys no,” Duo told him, turning his face to the sky for a brief moment. “You grilling?” he asked, glancing sideways.
“I have the steaks in the fridge,” he replied with a smile. Duo returned the gesture with a grin of his own, and Heero suddenly found himself feeling not so anxious. It was just a usual night with the three of them, having a good meal, joking around and enjoying each others' company. It was something they did off and on over the years and he found that he liked being the guy who had a friend over to eat dinner with him and his wife. It was a comfortable arrangement and Duo didn't seem to mind, either, so it seemed like everything would work out just fine.
“Okay, you got me,” Duo agreed with a wink. He jogged over and scooped up the basketball, tossing it to the taller Japanese man and taking a stance in front of him. “Now let's play.”
“Duo!” As soon as he walked through the door, he was assaulted by way of a very happy blonde woman, who threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and ducked his head when she backed away, smiling.
“Hey there, 'Lena,” he greeted, holding out a bottle of wine. “Stopped and picked up some chianti on the way...figured it would go good with the steaks, right?”
“It'll be perfect,” she assured him, taking him by the hand and leading him into the house. “Heero hasn't burned anything yet, so we should have a good dinner ready for you in the next fifteen minutes.”
“No rush,” he objected, being towed along behind her. “Not like there's anything urgent to discuss, right?”
“No, not urgent, I suppose,” she told him seriously, setting the bottle down on the counter as she let go of his hand. “But of course you know I want to talk to you...”
“Yeah, that kinda tends to happen when you invite me for dinner, instead of Heero,” Duo admitted with a small smile.
“It'll be painless,” she said with a smile of her own, turning to dig through a drawer for the bottle opener. “Have I ever made a discussion uncomfortable in the last ten years?”
“Well, not exactly,” he acquiesced. “I mean, there was that one time at your brother's wedding...”
“That was not uncomfortable,” she sniffed, turning to face him again with the bottle opener. “It was outright mortifying for both of us and poor Heero and I really shouldn't have asked to watch the two of you. But at least we know that my mouth runs away with me when I have too much champagne and I have done everything to prevent that from happening again.”
Duo chuckled as he watched the woman before him blush a very lovely shade of scarlet. It was nice to know even after six years, it was still possible to make her turn red over a half-drunken remark. It wasn't that he wasn't embarrassed by the memory himself; in fact, he found his own face warming all over again, but it was nice to know that he wasn't the only one. “It's okay, 'Lena...after all, I kinda owe you for the caviar incident.”
“My mother really did say it was okay,” she insisted for what she felt was the umpteenth time. “You didn't know that it was going to be salty and eating a spoonful of it like that was...pretty funny, actually.”
“WuFei didn't think so,” he sighed.
“Only because he was the one that wound up wearing it,” she laughed. “I'm sorry...I shouldn't bring up such unpleasant things when we're just here to have a good evening together.”
“It's okay,” he assured her. “We've both done some stupid stuff in the past.”
“Well, I certainly won't argue with that,” she sighed, carefully trying to pull the cork out of the bottle and letting out a small noise of frustration when she couldn't get it.
“Gimme,” he demanded gently, holding his hand out to her. “You get the glasses.”
“I'm such a girl,” she complained, handing the bottle over. “I need to start working out.”
“You always say that,” Heero teased, walking up behind her and setting the plate of steaks down on the counter beside her.
“And I mean it this time,” she told him. “I need to get some kind of muscle tone or something...I always feel so damn...soft around you guys.”
“Girls are supposed to be soft,” Duo argued, pulling the cork out of the bottle with a pop. “It's what they do...it's why they're beautiful. C'mon, Heero, back me up, here.”
“I like that you're soft,” he agreed.
“Duo's not,” she pointed out.
“Duo's not a woman,” Heero told her with a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “Men are different.”
“Damn right Duo's not a woman,” the American quipped, pouring the wine into the proffered glasses. “So...let's cut the shit, shall we? I want to enjoy dinner without worrying.”
Relena and Heero exchanged a glance with each other. Maybe it would be better just to say it outright and get it over with. Heero nodded and Relena took a deep breath, giving her friend the most winning smile she could before she spoke.
“Duo...I want you to get me pregnant.”