Blue Forest Banshee Part 88
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The phone on my desk rang and I answered it automatically.
"This is Duo." I didn't have to go through the spiel since it was an internal call.
"Good morning, Duo," purred Q's smooth voice.
"Hey; hi boss," I smirked. I pushed some parchments aside and tilted my chair back to prop my feet on my desk. "What's up?" Besides my spirits. Getting laid, even minimally, will do that to me. Especially now that Heero has come up with an approach that doesn't make me panic midway through.
"Duo, I have someone looking for you on another line. I didn't want to put her through without checking with you first."
I blinked. Teal called either my cellphone or through the fire; same thing with the IchiBan. And I couldn't think of any "her" that would be calling me.
"An outside call?" For some reason that made me nervous. Fallout; just more emotional fallout.
"Yes. Ms. Danielle Werner; do you know her?"
My relief was absolutely physical. "Yeah, Q; I know her. She's the owner of the yarn shop I go to."
"Ah. Would you like to speak to her, or shall I have Raia take a message?"
I... dithered. Danielle wasn't a danger to me, had never done anything bad to me and was in fact someone I considered a friend. But she was... Human. And for a brief moment the idea of talking to a non-Magical Human female just scared the crap outta me. Q must have sensed my uncertainty.
"I'll have Raia take a message. It's all right, Duo."
"Okay," I muttered feeling like an idiot. Geez, every time I think I'm handling this, something like this happens and I realize I'm not handling shit; I'm still scared to death and freaking out inside. So much for my post-nookie good mood. "Thanks, Q."
"Not a problem, Duo." I could hear the smile in his voice as he closed the connection.
I had a full five minutes to feel like an idiot before Q called back.
"Did you order some special yarn?" he asked.
Yarn? Yarn...
Oh shit!
"Oh crap! I forgot all about that!" My feet hit the floor as I bolted upright. "Ohmigod!"
"Duo, relax!" he laughed. "She just wanted to make sure you still want it. I'll call her back and tell her that someone will call for it."
"I need to go get it," I protested. "I haven't paid for it yet."
"Duo..."
"Duo, what's wrong?"
I think I jumped three feet. Yeah; still doing that when someone comes up behind me suddenly.
I almost dropped the phone; only some fancy juggling saved it. Once it was safely back in my hand, I glared at Heero.
"You scared me half to death, Yuy! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
Heero blinked at me. From the phone, I could hear Q's voice asking if I was okay.
Bloody blast; these people will drive me crazy before I get anywhere near back to normal.
I drew a deep breath, exhaled noisily and held up my hand to Heero to return to the phone. "Sorry Q; Heero startled me." I glared up at my smirking lover. "He snuck up on me." Q laughed lightly.
"Oh, Duo; he's trying, really he is."
I smirked then, at the phone for Q delivering me such a perfect straight line and at Heero for knowing it was coming. "Yeah, he's trying all right. Hey Q, can you tell her that I'll pick it up tomorrow?" He hummed an affirmative; I thanked him and closed the connection.
"'Trying', am I," Heero muttered bending to kiss my temple. "I suppose that's Banshee-speak for humongous pain-in-the-ass."
I hooked my arm around his waist, feeling the warmth and security flowing from him like a river. I really do not know what I would do without this Wyvern... If he ever tires of me... I just don't know.
"And you said you didn't speak Banshee!" I teased. He only snorted, stroking my hair and arching that eyebrow inquiringly. "Danielle, from the yarn shop called. I special ordered some yarn a while back. I was planning on picking it up... that day. I kinda forgot about it in all the excitement... Anyway, she called to ask if I still wanted it. Probably someone else has seen it and wanted it if I don't. But I do, so I'm going to pick it up tomorrow."
As expected, he frowned.
"I'll drive you."
"Heero, you don't have to-"
"I will drive you. You are not going into town alone." I opened my mouth to get very angry, very fast, but then he finished; "Not yet, you aren't."
That qualifier kind of derailed me. I blinked; processed what he'd said, and realised that he wasn't telling me that I would never be allowed out alone again ever, just for now.
"'Not yet'," I echoed hopefully.
He looked as if he maybe hadn't meant to say it that way, but he didn't change anything. "Not for a month or so," he clarified reluctantly. "Not because I don't trust you," he began hesitantly; "But because I am still... afraid for you."
My jaw dropped. Do you know how hard it is to get Heero to admit to any sort of weakness? Even an "aw; isn't that cute" kind of weakness? I suddenly had an image of him handing me a platter holding his beating heart festooned with barbed wire; his way of saying that I am his weakness. I choked off any argument that might have reared its rotten little head.
"Heero... You don't have to..."
He settled on the edge of my desk and took my hand to draw me to my feet and into his arms.
"I want to," he murmured. "I want to see all this stuff that fascinates you. You've always hidden that side away from me."
I just didn't want him to feel bored... If a person doesn't knit or whatever, yarn shops are pretty boring. I mean, it's just colored string and related knick-knacks.
On the other hand... It would mean I wouldn't have to be afraid among the Humans. The other day, in the restaurant with Wufei, I realised just how deep this fear runs. There is no way in hell that Wufei would have allowed any harm to come to me, but I was still only a few steps away from panicking. It hadn't occurred to me that I would be afraid of all Humans; it makes no sense, it's against all logic, but there it is: I am afraid of Humans just because they are Human. I can't be that way; I live in a Human world, be it Magical or Mundane. I am surrounded by them every day, and I have to find a way to get past this or I'm going to make myself crazy. Guaran-damn-teed.
So, I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck and nibbled a little at his throat to make him rumble. "Okay."
~*~
Heero parked the car and shut it off. Duo unfastened his seatbelt and reached for the door handle immediately.
"Duo?"
"Huh?"
"What's the hurry?" He laid a restraining hand on Duo's arm.
Duo blinked. What was his hurry? Why did he feel so twitchy? He gave Heero a rueful look.
"I'm not sure... Are you sure you want to do this? You could wait here."
"No, I'd like to go in with you. I never got back to thank Ms. Werner for her help." He brushed his fingers through Duo's auburn bangs. "And I want to see all this string."
Duo sighed. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't," Heero smirked.
Coming around the car, he caught Duo's hand in his, lacing their fingers together. Duo nudged him with his shoulder companionably.
Heero took those few moments crossing the parking lot to give the Banshee a long look. He was wearing his town clothes; black jeans (not the skin-tight ones), black cowboy boots, a hand-knit sweater in a clear green yarn and a black and white down jacket. The jacket was new, replacing the one lost in the mess of the cabin.
The Banshee had done his hair differently as well. Instead of being pulled back snugly, exposing his ears, it was more loosely drawn over his ears, hiding their pointed tips. Personally, Heero thought he didn't look different enough from Humans to draw attention, but Duo was understandably hypersensitive these days.
Heero snorted to himself as he tugged his Chosen closer to his side. The Banshee always looked good to him, whether in his traditional costume or Human drag. One day he would put him in a kimono and find him just as beautiful.
Heero pulled the door open to allow Duo to precede him into the shop and followed him inside. He paused, taking it all in, as Duo slipped away to head for the counter.
Yarn. The shop was filled with yarn. Well, of course it was; it was a yarn shop. Heero expected a shop full of yarn, but somehow he hadn't expected... a shop full of yarn, literally. Shelves lined the walls. Gondolas filled the floor space. Bins overflowed next to and in front of the shelves and gondolas. The shop had a twenty-foot ceiling; around the walls ran a narrow balcony, also filled with shelves overflowing with yarns. In front of the windows, the only wall not covered with shelves, was a large round table, currently tumbled with bags and totes and host to half a dozen women and girls, all doing something with yarn.
Heero looked around feeling slightly anxious. He'd never dreamed that there could be this much yarn. Duo was at the counter; the woman Heero remembered from that awful night, was coming through a doorway from the back of the shop. She saw Duo and squealed.
"Duo; sugar! Oh, honey!" Heero almost moved as she flung herself at Duo, but Duo had his arms open in expectation of her glomping hug, so he held his position. The woman kissed Duo's cheek and babbled some nonsense, and the Banshee grinned and blushed and answered her in kind. The Wyvern breathed a sigh of relief; this was fine. Duo was in his element here and Heero could step back and stand down for the time being. He smiled at Duo's delight when Danielle began pulling out skeins of yarn for his perusal.
The women at the table paid him no attention, being wholly occupied with their work and conversations. One woman was working on two separate pieces at the same time, on the same knitting needles. After a few minutes, Heero figured out that she was knitting sleeves for a sweater. One of the girls was knitting around on multiple needles, a technique Heero recognized from watching Duo. Another girl had a single needle; no, a hook, and was making complicated looping motions with the hook and some mint green yarn. She was also watching Heero from under her bangs.
He was conspicuous, he realised, standing there by the door, and Human females occasionally had reason to be wary of strange males. He would have to attach himself more closely to Duo. He crossed the room to where Duo and Danielle were gushing over some fuzzy balls of mottled red yarn.
He laid his hand on Duo's shoulder and the Banshee grinned at him. "Heero! I want you to meet Danielle. Danielle, this is Heero Yuy, my, um... boyfriend," he finished with a blush. "Heero, this is Danielle Werner."
"We've met, Duo," Heero said gently. "It's nice to see you again, Ms. Werner," he smiled and offered his hand. "I've been remiss in not coming by to thank you for your help that night."
The woman lowered her voice. "You mean Julie...?"
Heero nodded. "She was the key."
Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh, Duo... I was hoping..." She wrapped her arms around him again. "I'm so sorry!" She looked him over more searchingly than before. "You weren't hurt, were you?"
The Banshee just grinned. "Nah. Some scratches. I'm still a little jumpy," he admitted, "but I'm mostly back to normal."
She patted his arm affectionately, and Heero decided then that the woman could talk his ears off any time, as long as she had this obvious fondness for his Banshee.
Duo called his attention to the pile of yarn on the counter. "What do you think, Heero? Would this color look good on Wufei? I was thinking of making him a sweater."
Heero eyed the yarn. "It's almost exactly his color..." he said slowly, meaning that the shade of red was nearly that of Wufei's dragon form. "I think he would like it very much."
Duo's eyes lit up happily. "Great! Just give me a couple of minutes and we can go."
"Take your time, angel," he murmured, keeping his voice low. "I'll just wander around a little."
"Okay." He turned back to Danielle and Heero moved off to look at the myriad kinds of yarn.
"Oh, Duo," he heard the woman whisper, "He's so handsome! And you can see it in his eyes, how much he loves you!"
Heero smirked; he certainly never tried to hide it.
At first, Heero looked at the multitudinous colors of yarn as just colors. Then some hanging hanks of fabric-like strings caught his eye and his curiosity and he had to make a closer inspection. It was called yarn, according to the label, but it was nothing at all like the fluffy, fuzzy threads that Duo used. This was... a tube of tiny knitted stitches. He stared at it, perplexed. How on earth...? Were you supposed to knit the knitting? He shook his head. Ask the Banshee later.
He moved on, coming across books of patterns and stitches. Simple instructions for beginners and haute couture techniques for seasoned pros. Patterns for sweaters and toys and socks and blankets. Patterns for hats and gloves and mittens and scarves. Patterns plain and patterns so intricate he could not imagine being able to keep track of the stitches.
Designs of a single color and designs, like the kimono Duo made for the IchiBan, which were akin to paintings or fine tapestries. Designs elegant and fanciful; copies of famous paintings and dancing lizards. Suns and moons and stars; cats and dogs and dragons.
And more yarns....
Stripes and plaids and checks and rainbows running rampant. Wool and cotton and silk and acrylics. Yarns thin as sewing thread and thick as a man's finger, with every weight in between. Yarns smooth and sleek, soft and warm. Yarns with fuzz and frizz and wild threads. Yarns of ribbon and suede. Yarns of a single color in all colors of the rainbow; yarns of two or three or a dozen colors, complimentary colors, family colors, opposite colors.
Blues and greens and purples and reds and yellows and oranges.... Brown and grey and black and white. Tints and tones and shades and washes; light and dark, pale and intense.
His fingers found the colors and touched and lingered and caressed and enjoyed and wondered....
And then he found the needles....
Long needles, short needles; single points and double. Needles linked by a length of cable or tubing. Wooden needles; birch and rosewood, ebony and black walnut and cherry. Bamboo needles imported from Japan. Sleek and speedy nickel-plated needles from Germany. Plastics in nearly as many colors as the yarns. Aluminum and polymers. Needles of glass, individually crafted works of practical art.
Heero moved from shelf to shelf, rack to rack, touching the yarns and the needles; flipping the pages of the pattern books, becoming caught up in the seductive strands of creation.
That lush raspberry chenille with its purple and turquoise and green speckles; Tsutsuji would love that color and it would go with her bright hair.
The deep warm brown roving would look great as a capelet for Faiesa.
Tiffany would like a pair of gloves for winter... A funny animal hat for Komori... A scarf for Inazuma... A thick soft blanket for Kohaku's bed; she hated the cold, but endured the northern winters for Kiba's sake. And there... a sweater with a dancing dragon on the front...
Heero blinked, looking down at the books in his hands. A gift of love; that was what Duo called it. He looked up, at the many more rows of yarn on the narrow balcony. He climbed the spiral stair to find even more wondrous fibers and threads and colors and possibilities.
Duo looked around, having paid for his yarn and finished his discussion of which yarn and what color would compliment the Chinese red ombre wool. He didn't need needles and the pattern for the sweater he intended for Wufei was in his head.
But where was Heero?
Danielle snorted and pointed up, to where the Wyvern was slowly filling a basket with yarns and patterns. "Duo, I think he's hooked," she said with a smile.
"Yeah," breathed the Banshee softly. "I think so..." He headed for the stairs.
~*~
I could hardly believe it; Heero Yuy, choosing patterns and yarn. Actually comparing yarns, holding skeins up to the light or down against a pattern picture, imagining a finished project.
Once again, and for a much better reason, I felt like crying. He wasn't bored, he wasn't just killing time while I dithered and debated. He had willingly stepped into another part of my life and was just making himself at home.
~ Feeding your obsession, ~ allowed the little voice in my head.
~ Hey, it's a good obsession, ~ I countered. ~ Just shut up now. ~
I touched his arm, looking over his shoulder. "Heero? Find something?"
He looked at me, not the least bit embarrassed. "Can you do this?" He held up a pattern for a shawl that looked a lot more complicated that it really was.
"Sure can," I smirked. "It's not complicated, Heero; it only looks that way because of the color changes and the different yarns." I pointed to the materials list. "See? It's made of five different kinds of yarns, in nine colors. The pattern itself is just a four-stitch repeat." He made that rumbly noise that means he's very pleased with something. "For anyone in particular?" I asked.
"I thought... maybe Kikai would like something like this. She was wearing that fabric thing at the Clan-hold." He frowned slightly. "Would this be considered a feminine thing?"
"I don't know if it's necessarily 'feminine', but it's a common accessory for females the world over. But males often wear things over their shoulders too. Would she be insulted by something feminine?" I wondered. Female Wyverns hardly conform to any Human standard of femininity; it's hard to imagine Kikai or Kohaku being flirty or coy or giggly. Still, those are mostly concepts foisted upon Human females in the past by males who were fearful of the female power and had to devise a way to make it seen less threatening. Tiffany is certainly not 'feminine', but she is an incredibly powerful female. And she has a tatty old shoulder wrap that she wears on cold mornings.
"Only if it was impractical," Heero muttered. He held up two balls of yarn. "Are these the right ones for this pattern?"
I checked the labels against the materials list. "That's two of them." I sidestepped along the balcony. "Here's another, and there's the last two." I picked up a ball of each in colors that complimented the two that Heero held. "Do you like these colors? Those two and this one get multiple colors."
He looked suddenly uncertain. "You know these things," he said abruptly. "Will these make a pleasing combination?"
I took the yarn from him and lined the balls up with the others I had found, then selected four more colors. "You just arrange and rearrange until you like the combination. If you don't like, say, this color-" I picked one of the colors out. "-You replace it with something else." I substituted a slightly brighter color of the same yarn.
I'm not sure how much color sense Heero has. His wardrobe runs to black, green and blue, mostly, I think, because those are the colors of his Dragon form. He seems to like seeing me in bright Banshee colors, though I tend toward black when in Human drag. The yarns in the basket that Heero was nudging along the floor were mostly bright colors, some almost neon.
"I like that," he muttered to himself, then plucked another color to set between two of the earlier colors. It looked more at home than the one I'd chosen.
"That one is better, Heero," I encouraged him. I was almost afraid to intrude on this; he was making personal choices for people he cared about, people I barely know.
He swapped a couple of balls, shook his head and rearranged all of the yarns yet again, before nodding to himself. "This is good, isn't it?"
I hugged onto his arm feeling almost giddy. "It's perfect, Heero! This is for the shawl for Kikai, right? It'll be beautiful!"
He fixed me with the glare that isn't a glare. "You would be willing to make this?"
"Of course! Heero, how can you even ask? I will be delighted to make that for your sister, and to tell her that you personally chose the yarn!" He smirked slightly and leaned over to kiss me.
"Crazy Banshee," he murmured against my lips. "My Banshee."
I kissed him back, grinning, and plucked the pattern from his hands. "Let me see if I need more needles. What else do you have in your basket?" I indicated the large reed basket that was almost overflowing.
He blinked and looked down. "Um... Faiesa, Tsutsuji, Komori, Kohaku, Rigel, Trowa, Tulip..." He looked a tiny bit embarrassed, and Heero doesn't embarrass easily. "I seem to have gotten carried away..." he allowed.
I shook my head, smirking. "Just give me the patterns, Yuy; so I can check on the needles and notions I'll need." He obediently handed them over and we began sorting through the basket, putting the patterns and yarn together. I guess I have to revise my earlier thought; Heero has a pretty damn good color sense. I made a couple of changes that he approved of, and we headed down to the main floor to hunt down the rest of the yarns we would need. He set the basket next to the counter and Danielle looked like she wanted to burst out laughing. I glared at her, though and she managed to stifle it. This was not the time to make him self-conscious. My Wyvern was trying to understand my obsession with all this string; I didn't want to turn him off it.
I pointed out the locations of the various yarns and sent him to pick out the colors he liked while I located the needles I needed. I have a ridiculous number of needles in all forms, but hey, what's a few more? I always have half a dozen projects going, so duplicates are a good thing.
"Do you like this color?" He appeared at my side with a hank of novelty yarn-that-isn't-really-yarn. The stuff is heart-stoppingly beautiful and I would love to have something for myself out of it, but it's very expensive, according to Danielle. I might use it one day for a scarf or something small.
"Yeah, I do," I said fingering the mottled blue and purple strands. "It's pretty and I think it would work up really well." Some yarns look great, but are difficult to work with.
"Okay," he said crisply and turned away. I blinked. Okay; short opinion only needed. I went back to my needle hunt.
When I finally had everything I would need and returned to the counter, I found Heero and Danielle making lists. Not only that, one of the teenagers from the front table was helping them!
"Geez, Heero! Will that all fit in the car?" My god; there were already four bags plus the one of my yarn, and they were still sorting and writing.
Heero gave me a raised eyebrow. "Duo. I have an otherspace, remember?"
I blinked and I'm sure my face lit up like a cheap neon sign. Now, what does it say about me, as a Magical Creature, that I'm able to blend so well in the company of Humans that I totally forget my magical abilities? I smacked myself in the head.
"Sorry. Momentary lapse of reason here."
Heero snorted and pointed at a chair. "Sit, Banshee; your work here is done."
"For the moment," added Danielle with a grin. Oh, yeah; she knew who was going to be running bare-fingered through all that fiber.
I chose to sit, rather than argue. It's really... I don't know; sweet, cute, adorable, startling - all of those - to see Heero so seriously engaged in choosing the methods of keeping me busy for the next month or so.
Heero was gathering together the pattern, yarn and needles, if necessary, for each project. Danielle clipped a sample from each color of each yarn and taped it to a file card, then passed it over to the girl, who wrote the name of the pattern, the book it was to be found in and the names and colors of all the yarns and the needle size and type on the card. Heero passed me a handful of completed cards. He had added the name of the intended recipient to the upper corner of the card.
"You guys are so organized!" I accused. I just stuff everything into a clear bin in my room. Heero just looked at me. I sat back with a bright smile and closed my mouth.
I wonder if Heero realised that I would be working on these things during my quiet hour. Silly me! Of course he did. And he might even intend for me to be thinking of him while I worked.
It took another half hour before they finished. I had seventeen project cards in my hands. There were nine bags of yarn. Three bags of pattern books. Two bags of needles. A ball-winder and a swift. I just sat there and stared at it all. Heero flashed his plastic and got back a stack of charge slips nearly as thick as the project cards. I have no idea how much he spent, and it wouldn't mean anything to me, if I did.
When we were finally ready to leave, the girl offered to help carry the bags out to the car.
Heero thanked her, but declined her help. "This way works much better," he smirked. He picked up one bag, made that slight flick of the wrist that accessed his otherspace, and the bag vanished. The girl's mouth dropped open and she grabbed at the counter.
"Oh my god!" she squealed, which of course, attracted the attention of the other customers.
Heero had the damnedest smirk as he reached for the second bag. He was showing off! The Wyvern was grandstanding for these Human females! Even Danielle looked impressed.
Well, how could I let that pass?
"Hey, Houdini; how about letting me in on this?" I picked up a bag and sent it to my otherspace. More gasps from the gallery. We alternated after that. The females were all laughing by the time we had tucked everything away. I don't know about Heero, but I felt silly and smug and... light. As if something had been lifted from me; something I hadn't even noticed.
"That's just amazing, Duo!" cried Danielle.
"Are you magicians?" asked one of the other females.
I started to answer, but Heero beat me to it. He bowed theatrically and produced a pair of business cards, his and mine. The Bureau of Sorcery logo shone brightly in the upper left corner, and the female made a little "oh!" sound as she read the cards.
"Heero Yuy; Magical Investigations Office. This is my partner, Duo."
"You're Wizards!"
Heero chuckled. "No, Madame; we are Magical Creatures. I am a Wyvern; Duo is a Banshee."
He shocked me, bringing that information out so casually. I know he probably had a reason, but I've spent so many years judiciously hiding what I am. It put me off-balance. I expected some sort of withdrawal, some derision from the females.
The girl at the counter squealed. "Magical Creatures! Oh, wow! How cool!"
The other teenagers made similar squeaky, excited sounds. The adults were somewhat more subdued, but they made some pretty decent squeally noises of their own.
"Is that why your hair is so long?" asked one of the girls. "It's so beautiful!"
"Do you knit with magic?" asked the other.
Heero was watching me with this odd look, like he was pleased by their attention to me. I gotta admit it was kind of an ego-stroke to have Humans treating me with kindness and positive interest. And then I had to wonder if he maybe understood how fearful I was still. I don't weep on his shoulder about it; not if I can help it, but he's nothing if not perceptive where I am concerned.
"I don't know if magic has anything to do with my hair... Banshees usually wear their hair long," I replied to the first girl.
"Huh!" snorted one of the adults. "There's never been a Human with hair that thick and healthy, so it must be magical!" The others nodded vigorously in agreement. "It suits you, dear; you're just as beautiful as your hair."
"Um... Thank you..." I managed. "I've never noticed," I went on. It would be impolite to suggest that Humans had wussy hair.
"Do you knit with magic?" repeated the second girl. "Like in the Harry Potter books?"
"No; that's Wizard's magic. I don't think I can do that; my magic is just in being able to imagine the finished project and having the skill to make it happen." They had moved closer, looking friendly and unthreatening.
"He knits like lightning," said the second adult to the others. "I've watched him; his fingers move so fast you can't follow them."
"Do all Banshees knit?" asked the third adult.
"No... Some weave or spin the yarn and thread for those who use it. Some make pottery or jewelry. Some do woodcraft or metalwork." Okay, questions can stop now... I realised that I was starting to feel anxious; a little attention is good, too much makes me... uncomfortable.
"Are you from Ireland?" asked the girl at the counter. "Banshees are Irish, right?"
I looked at Heero. He saw my unease and stepped smoothly into the breech.
"Banshees originated in Ireland, but they exist in several countries now. Duo is an American Banshee." He glanced up at the antique clock on the wall, even though Heero doesn't need a mechanical timepiece to know the time of day, any more than I do. "I'm sorry, but we have to leave now. It's been very enjoyable." He bowed slightly; I smiled and nodded and we headed toward the door.
I waved to Danielle and she waved back. We were almost out the door when someone remembered.
"What's a Wyvern?" one of the adults called.
Heero grinned at me and turned. "This is a Wyvern." And he morphed.
Okay, getting a total adrenalin rush from watching the expression on people's faces when they see him change has got to be the guiltiest of guilty pleasures. I still love it.
He spread his wings dramatically and growled, all the while holding me in front of him, clearly staking his claim to me.
Jaws dropped, eyes bugged out, squeals erupted, and from the direction of the counter a shrill, "Holy shit! Cool!"
He changed back, and everyone blinked.
"Yep," I smirked. "That's my Wyvern. Later, Danielle."
And finally we got the hell out of there.
In the car, as Heero fired the engine, I said, "You know, that was pretty gratuitous, lizard boy."
"I know. I enjoyed it." He flashed me a wolfish grin. "I don't think anyone is going to bother you from now on."
I gaped at him. "Oh, you are so fuckin' slick! I'm gonna tell Q on you! And Wufei and Trowa!"
"Hn." He smirked at me. "Who do you think gave me the idea?"
My mouth dropped open with a startled cough. It took me a minute to get it shut. "You-! They-! Heero!" I just shook my head. Then I leaned over to kiss his cheek. "You are so fulla shit, Yuy."
He wore the smuggest look all the way home.
TBC...
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