My Strength

Author: Chauni

Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/

Warnings: Shonen-ai, Sap

Pairing: 4x3

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own Gundam Wing or the characters. I made no money off this, so please don’t sue me, I am but a poor college girl. ^-^

My Strength

(Sequel to “I Sigh”)

When the request was placed before me to write this, I remember the burning feel of the blush that crept into my cheeks. It was so hot, so embarrassing that I almost didn’t do this for that sole reason alone. However, the pleading eyes gave me the courage to do so, and this is where I stand now.

I am out on the balcony and I have never felt night air that was so refreshing, so cleansing. I am bathing in the moon’s radiance, my heart dancing in the stunning ever-present stars above. I’m smiling, but when I think of him, I always do.

The others all have their own contentment, found within their gods or their lovers. I am one of the latter, I will admit, which pleases me just fine.

I was once asked, “Of all the people, why him?” And I responded, that familiar heat of flush riding high in my cheeks, “Why not?” I suppose that is not an answer, now that I look back on it, so I will elaborate now.

Whereas I love all my companions, each one who’s heart is full of courage and valor, I feel nothing as fierce as I do when I am close to my love. Wufei is one of the noblest, most strong-willed people I have ever been honored to know. Heero, although closed off, still cares, still fights, still loves and I can see it when he looks at the over hyper, absolutely adorable Duo. There is a bond there as strong as the one that my beloved and I share.

Yes, my beloved, with emerald eyes like fresh summer grass that burn with a constant passion that is only for me. His brown hair always covers one eye, brown hair that possesses the colors of copper, honey, bronze and deep mahogany in the bright sunlight.

And every time, I feel that same warmth radiate from within the depths of my soul, that security, that protection, that kindness, that love. His eyes always confirm all that I think, those eyes that are so calm, so peaceful.

I hear his footsteps now, soft and haunting, and within seconds I feel the tenderness of his soft embrace from behind me. His face nuzzles my golden hair for a moment, and I feel his breath suddenly against my cheek.

“What are you doing, my little one?” he asks, his voice low and quiet.

“Thinking of you, my love,” I answer. I slowly turn around within his embrace, my face turning up towards his.

His body is so tight, so lean against mine, it is a wonder his embraces are as soft as they are. The way the moonlight splashes off the beauty of his face makes him look angelic. His unhidden green eye caresses my flesh and his soft lips seem so inviting as they curve softly into a smile.

I rub my cheek against the softness of the green turtleneck he had chosen for the evening, the fabric feeling smooth and velvety. His grip tightens for a moment and I can hear a quiet sigh slip through those tempting lips.

“We should go inside, sweet one,” he whispers. “It is getting cold.”

I turn around in his embrace once more, my eyes going up to the heavens. A star streaks across the sky, the light of its tail burning itself in my gaze for a moment. I gasp upon seeing it, a grin dancing across my lips.

“I see it,” he says. “Did you make a wish?”

I nod, eyes still remaining in the stars. One hand wanders to one of his, and with my fingers sliding through his own, I grasp it tightly.

“I can’t tell you though, or else it won’t come true,” I say, whipping my head around to stare into his face.

He chuckles, something melodious that floats throughout the night air. He leans down, placing one soft kiss with delicate lips against my forehead. His fresh enticing scent strikes me, something as real and true as anything I have ever known. “I know, little one. Let us go inside.”

I smile as I follow him in.

My love.

My savoir.

My strength.

My Trowa.