Just a lazy Sunday morning


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Oh bless you, lazy Sunday morning, when I'm lying in my bed, finally sleeping in, after a whole week of work, social obligations, chores, and -ahem- nighttime activities. No pressure of the alarm clock, nothing on the agenda, just sweet silent sleep-

"Heero?"

Drat.

"Heero?"

He's awake. Already?

"Heero!"

I guess I have to answer. Nothing coherent comes out of me before 10 p.m. anyway.

"Hmmmyeah?"

He drapes his arm over my chest, snuggling. He's so close I can smell the coconut shampoo he uses.

"I think I just discovered the meaning of life."

Groan.

"You discovered that yesterday, Duo- when you tasted blueberry pancakes with whipped cream."

"No, no, I have discovered it now, really."

God, but how I love him. "What is it, then?"

"Be with you."

I turn around a little, to face him. "That's not the meaning of life, Duo. It's th-"

He suddenly interrupts me, kissing me on the nose, chestnut strands of hair sliding over his shoulders.

"You're right, Heero. It's the meaning of my life."

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