Duo POV, 1+2, attempted humor, probably some language, and suggestive
Breathe in through
the nose and out through the mouth. Simple enough, except the damn bath
salts were making me want to sneeze. In through the nose... out through
the mouth. In through the nose...
There was a sudden harsh knock on the bathroom door. 'Damn it, Duo; how
much longer are you going to be in there? I have to pee!'
'So pee already,' I snapped back. 'Who the hell is stopping you?'
The door opened and there was a moment of stunned silence before Heero
said, almost reverently. 'What in the name of God are you doing?'
I cracked an eyelid open and looked around as though just noticing the
candle-light and bubbles. 'Relaxation therapy,' I informed him, and then
closed the eye again.
It took him a moment and then he snorted, going over to relieve himself.
I heard the zipper, heard the rush of water, heard the zipper again and
then expected to hear him leave. He didn't. Instead, he put the toilet
lid down and I heard the creak as he sat on it.
'So what'd you do?' he finally asked, and I opened my eyes again to catch
the smirk I thought I'd heard in his voice.
'Almost killed a cadet who grabbed my hair without warning,' I said.
He chuckled, though there was little of amusement in it. ''Almost killed'
as in...?' he queried.
I sighed. 'As in... it's just a sprain, not a break.'
Heero winced and took a longer look around at my candles and scented bathwater.
'So... is it helping?'
'Dunno,' I grudgingly admitted. 'I'm not sure I'm doing it right.'
He blinked at me, looking like he honestly wanted to know, and not like
he was just making fun. 'Where on earth did you get the... technique in
the first place?'
'My therapist,' I muttered and closed my eyes again.
'You have a therapist?' he asked, sounding surprised.
'I do now,' I growled and reached up with my foot to kick the hot water
back on. I'd been in long enough that it was starting to cool.
Heero managed to turn what sounded suspiciously like a chuckle into a
cough. 'Ah,' he said. 'You got Dr. Harkness.'
'Yeah,' I sighed, sinking down a little further into the water. 'I have
to see her at least three times a week. And keep a journal of my 'thoughts'.
I have this squishy ball too, but I already... uh... squished it.'
'Squished?' Heero asked, and I could hear the raised eyebrow look.
'It didn't survive my first session,' I grumbled sheepishly. 'It was either
kill the ball or strangle the woman when she suggested my hair was somehow
a sign that I doubted my masculinity.'
Heero couldn't contain the laugh that time, and I opened my eyes again
to look at him. When he'd settled down to a dry chuckle, he said, 'We
need to get you switched over to Dr. Jarvis with me.'
It was my turn to do the raised eyebrow thing. 'With you? Since when?'
He took a deep breath but managed to abort the sigh. 'Since last week.'
'What for?' I asked carefully. I don't normally like to pry, but he'd
asked first, after all.
He ducked his head a little, the last of his mirth dying away as he said.
'Uh... introducing a trainee's face to the bathroom wall.'
I pushed the faucet back to the off position, sat up and leaned on the
edge of the tub, eyeing Heero a little closer. 'Oh?' I prompted and he
looked a bit dejected.
'He tried to snap the waist-band on my shorts in the locker room,' was
all he said. All he needed to say.
'Ouch,' I winced, imagining the scene. 'So... what makes you think I'd
do better with this Dr. Jarvis?'
Heero lost the faintly guilty look and quirked a grin. 'He's not into
all this... new age crap. Much more sensible and down to earth.'
I cocked my head and looked him up and down. 'Yeah? And what's your 'sentence'?'
Heero smirked. 'I only have to go in twice a week and I don't have any
little squishy ball.'
I scowled. 'Technically, I don't have a squishy ball any more, either.
But that's it? You don't have to do anything else? No Hail Mary's? No
That smirk got just a little bit self-satisfied and Heero slipped off
the toilet to kneel on the floor by the tub, practically eye to eye with
me. 'Well... he did tell me I just needed to get laid.'
I blinked at him for a long moment while the sudden, slightly calculating
look on his face told me just where his thoughts were straying. My eyes
got rather wide, but I couldn't help comparing the notion with squishy
balls and scented candles.
'Hell,' I murmured. 'Sounds like better therapy than this shit.'
'There's just one drawback,' Heero said, sounding anything but bad about
it. 'I can't do it alone.'
'Ah, group therapy, so to speak,' I managed, pleased that my voice didn't
hitch, but not able to add anything more coherent. I thought about pinching
my own thigh under the water, just to make sure it wasn't all some kind
of bizarre dream, but I've never gotten that theory. If you dream the
pinch... won't you just dream the pain?
'Well, I wouldn't go that far,' Heero said, his little smirk growing wider.
'I'm not really into orgies.'
'How do you know for sure?' I prodded, not sure why. Maybe I just didn't
want to look like the blushing virgin in the room.
He snorted. 'Just hypothesizing. I'm pretty sure I'd prefer one on one
therapy sessions.' It was kind of amazing how kinky he managed to make
I suppose there really wasn't much question, considering, but I still
couldn't quite help going for a bit more clarification. 'And in this therapy...
you sure you wouldn't be more interested in... blondes?'
His weird little smirk grew in direct proportion with the angle I found
myself sinking into the water. He seemed to be following me. 'I'm rather
partial to brunettes, thank you. Brunettes with more... plains than curves.'
'Oh,' I managed. Right before the water crept up and covered my chin.
He followed me there too, his mouth suddenly closing over mine. Water
went everywhere, and I think a couple of the candles got put out in the
resultant spray of scented bath water.
'Oh,' he echoed when he drew back, sounding amused, and it kind of bugged
me, so I grabbed a handful of his shirt and brought him the rest of the
way in the water. 'Oh shit!' he said then and I smirked back.
'You sure you can handle that kind of intensive analysis?' I grinned,
feeling the water wicking up his shirt and thoroughly soaking him.
'Is that a challenge?' he asked, his shock giving way to something else.
'Maybe,' I murmured, because when you challenge Heero Yuy, you always
get a hundred and twenty percent.
'Analyze this,' he purred and as his mouth came back to shut me up, his
hand was going elsewhere. More water ended up on the floor.
I made a mental note to call the office as soon as we were done and get
my therapy appointments switched to Dr. Jarvis... I was feeling better
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