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(fic) Disabled Christmas Trilogy - Gundam Wing
Dreaming of a White Christmas
AU, POV, Disability ~ 3+4 ~ Inspired by the carrol White Christmas.
We are sitting here, on the padded windowsill, enjoying the warmth of our patchwork afghan. Quatre is leaning with his back against the wall and I´m sitting between his gently spread legs, resting my back against his chest. My head is lying in the crook of his neck and his warm, musky scent tickles my nose. His arms are loosely closed around my chest, our hands are locked, fingers intertwined. My eyes are closed and I´m enjoying the deep hum of his voice and the thu-thumping sound of his heart. I don´t think I´ve ever felt so content in my life.
"The room is dark, but the fire is burning in the fireplace. Can you hear the crackling of wood?" he says, his voice low. "The little lights on the Christmas tree are blinking. They are red and blue and white, but mostly green. You like green, don´t you?" he asks and I can hear the smile in his voice. I nod once, my bangs moving against his jaw.
"The window is frosted over and I can´t see outside. The frost has drawn beautiful pictures on the glass. Some look like jungle flowers, others like bracken."
He lifts up our locked hands, then he lets go of mine and closes his fingers around my wrist. He presses my palm against the glass of the window. It´s so cold that it almost burns on my skin. I can feel the frost melt under my palm, little droplets of water are running down my wrist, but he catches them before they can wet my sleeve.
Quatre raises my hand from the glass and lets me go. My hand hovers expectantly in the air as he searches for a clean handkerchief to dry my palm. When he finishes his task, he tucks my hand back under the warm cover. I can´t help but snuggle closer to him. I can feel him smile.
I hear him dry the little hole we melted with the handkerchief before he tucks it back into his pocket. Then his hand finds its way to mine again.
"There," he says. "It´s dark outside, but Rashid lit the light over the front door as he usually does at night. I can see the city lights from here. They are far away and they seem to blink at us. The sky is dark, heavy clouds are covering the stars and the moon, and it´s snowing. Snowflakes are falling from the sky and landing softly on the ground. There is a lot of snow outside already. It´s good that we don´t need to go anywhere soon, otherwise we would have to dig our way out." He smiles again and I answer him with a smile of my own.
"The snowflakes are large and they are falling in big lumps. There is almost no wind outside, so they only swirl gently before they join the others already on the ground." He pauses. "Our little looking hole is frosting over again. It must be really cold outside."
He pauses again and I sigh contently. I can feel him smile again. He tightens his hold on me, bringing us even closer together. My eyes are still closed and suddenly it doesn´t matter that even if I opened them the only thing I would see is darkness. One doesn´t need sight to dream of a white Christmas. Not with a man like Quatre who has the most beautiful eyes in the world.
"The white cover is heavy on the branches," he continues. "They are bent down and the snow is slowly falling off of them, making deep holes in the whiteness on the ground..."
The End
Jingle Bells
AU, POV, Disability ~ 13+5 ~ Inspired by the carrol Jingle Bells.
"Treize, where are we going?" I ask for the umpteenth time and for the umpteenth time, he ignores me. I twist a little in the wheelchair he is pushing to look up at him, only to see him wearing a smug expression on his face. I scowl even further. "Treize..." There is a warning note in my voice, but he just grins more and even starts to whistle.
I lean back in the chair and cross my arms over my chest, frowning deeply. For a reason he refuses to share with me, he pulled me away from our Christmas dinner, forced me to dress "warmly" as he calls it - warmly my ass, he stuffed me into the warmest clothes we have at home and even laid a warm plaid on my knees - a started to push my chair towards the main entrance. I hate it when he keeps something from me.
As we pass the door to our dining room, I see our friends - all of them - squeezed in the doorway, grinning at me openly. I huff at them and they laugh. I huff again and twist my mouth in a grimace. So, even our friends know. Am I the only one left in the dark here?
We reach the main door of Treize´s... no, OURS - I will never get used to the fact that thanks to the generosity of my lover, I now own the half of his mansion. Treize stops the wheelchair and walks around it. He is about to open the door, when he hesitates, turns and looks at me with a suddenly serious face. My frown disappears and I feel myself tense. I´m really not in the mood to have a serious conversation right now.
He lets go of the door handle and crouches in front of my wheelchair. He lays his hands on my knees to keep his balance. It´s still strange to me to SEE him touch me, but not be able to actually FEEL his touch on my legs. I swallow painfully and look down at him.
"Wufei, I..." he pauses, swallows, then coughs nervously. "A lot has happened this year." He pauses again.
I nod slowly. I know what he means. The accident, my painful recuperation, his misplaced guilt… I had hoped that we had left it all behind already.
"Treize..." I begin and uncross my arms to cover his hands with mine.
"No," he interrupts me. "Let me... I just... I just wanted to tell you how much I love you, how much I... feared I might lose you." He grips my hands tightly, then brings them up to his face, closes his eyes and kisses them.
I open my mouth again to tell him, that I love him too, more than my life. That even though the prospect of being tied to this chair for the rest of my life still hurts, I´m still glad that it´s me and not him that became the victim of this terrible fate. But he stops me again. When he opens his eyes, they are full of mischief once again and I become wary, my eyes narrowing with suspicion.
He lowers my hands, blinking fast to push away the last bits of the brooding nature that often came upon us this year, and I see him grin widely again. "And that´s why I decided to give you a special gift this year," he says.
I can hear someone - probably Duo - cough behind me, trying to make a point. Treize looks over my shoulder and his grin widens even more. "Okay, WE - me and our friends - came up with this idea," he corrects himself and I hear a muffled laugh from the hallway behind me.
"Treize..." The warning note in my voice is back. I really hate surprises. Usually they are the complete opposite from what you would have wished for and cause a lot of trouble - like Duo giving me this darn patchwork kitten called Romeo. I really should´ve asked back then, actually why his name is Romeo. It isn´t because he likes to chase cats, no, it´s because he has the awful habit of wailing under my balcony at night.
Treize gives my hands one last kiss, then stands up quickly. "Don´t worry, you´ll like it," he promises.
He then bents down to lift me up from the chair, while Heero opens the front door. I close my arms around my lover´s neck to keep my balance and he steps with me through the main door.
It´s dark and cold outside, but luckily the wind died down some time ago. Then I hear it. Jingles. My head snaps round and I can´t help but gape.
There, right in front of our main door is a sleigh. A real sleigh. With a horse. And furs. And jingles. I blink a couple of times, but it´s still there. The horse is moving restlessly, causing the jingles on his harness to sing even more.
I turn to Treize, who is grinning like a kid now. "That´s a sleigh," I say, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, it is," he nods. "I thought you might like to change the wheels for something else. At least for a short while anyway."
Before I can say more, he is moving down the stairs and crossing the short distance to the waiting sleigh. Heero, dressed in a warm sweater and boots, appears on the other side of the sleigh and lifts up the furs from the seat. Treize lowers me onto the seat, then bundles me quickly into the afghan and the furs, to keep me warm. I´m surprised that the furs are so warm, but then I discover the source of heat - a traditional heated stone.
I just sit there and let him pile more and more furs on top of me. He really did manage to surprise me. I would have never expected this, but when I look around at the traditional sleigh, the horse, jingles... a happy looking Treize and my grinning friends... I can´t stop the little smile that feels the need to form on my face.
"So, does this smile mean that you like it?" he asks as he leans closer to me.
When I nod, he closes the distance between us completely and kisses me on the mouth. The gentle kiss slowly turns into something deeper. Hearing the catcalls coming from the stairs leading to the main door, we separate and Treize looks towards our friends, giving them the thumbs up sign. He then climbs quickly into the sleigh with me, joining me under the covers. For some reason it feels really intimate.
"Shall we go then?" he asks as he takes the bridle and nuzzles my ear with his nose.
I smile. "Lead on, coachman."
He laughs and clicks his tongue at the horse.
When the sleigh starts to move, I snuggle closer to my lover and smile happily. This really IS a merry Christmas.
The End
Silent Night
AU, POV, Disability ~ 1+2 ~ Inspired by the carrol Silent Night.
I laugh as Heero helps me push the big round thing in front of us. He has an intent expression on his face, and I’m sure that he’s taking measurements and solving equations in his mind only to discover our ball isn’t actually a ball but a conical something.
He touches my arm and I turn to him, a grin on my face. He points in the direction where the two balls we already made are waiting for us. I nod and we change the direction, shoving the round thing in front of us.
I admit that it must look pretty crazy to be building a snowman at 10 pm on Christmas Eve. I laugh again when I remember the comment Wufei made on it.
“Maxwell, you’re crazy. A, it’s dark outside. B, it’s cold outside. And C, did I mention that it’s dark outside?”
I laughed and decided not to tell him that it was actually Heero’s idea. Wufei wouldn’t have believed me anyway.
We reach the base of the big oak tree standing in the middle of the yard, where our snowman’ll stand tonight. And it WILL stand here and we WILL build it tonight, otherwise my name isn’t Duo Maxwell.
Heero helps me to find a steady ground for the main ball, making sure it sits well. On one-two-three mouthed in my direction we lift the middle ball and set it on the base of the snowman-to-be. He then allows me to lift the third ball. It’s the smallest one, but it’s still heavy enough that he has to steady me as I settle down the snowman’s head. When it’s sitting tight, I pat the snowman on the head. It’s now as tall as I am, then I turn in Heero’s arms to lock our lips together. We’re a great team.
I press myself against him, but when I feel the hard thing in his pants, I pull away a little and raise my eyebrows in question, little flames of mischief dancing in my eyes. He grins, then pulls a large carrot out of his pocket. I throw my head backwards and laugh merrily.
When I’m finally able to get myself under control, I let him turn me around and together, hands over hands, we place the carrot in the middle of the snowman’s face. Heero lets then two pieces of coal appear magically, that we use as the snowman’s eyes.
Then we step back to look at our work of art. Low light coming from the kitchen window illuminates the backyard, I can see that the snowman we built is leaning a little to the left and that its head is almost bigger than his torso. One of its eyes is sitting higher than the other and its nose will probably soon fall off. But it’s still perfect.
I lay my head on Heero’s shoulder and we hug tightly, watching the snowman stand there motionless, watching us in return. I know that Heero is saying something, for I can feel his chest vibrate. I raise my head and look at his mouth.
'I love you,' he mouths, letting me go briefly and making the sign for love.
'I love you too,' I sign in return and watch his face light up like a Christmas tree.
He lays his hands on my hips and brings us closer together. I close my arms around his neck and lift up my face, offering him my mouth. He lowers his head and kisses me gently. I close my eyes at the sweet taste of his mouth... then yelp - probably really loud - as something cold smashes down on my face.
We pull away from each other, blinking in surprise. We look each other in the eyes, then up. The snow is still falling around us from the overstuffed tree branches. Our eyes meet again, we blink, and then start to laugh so hard that our stomachs hurt. We lay our arms around each other’s waist to keep the other up and steady. Talk about cold shower.
And as we laugh, then giggle, then smile together, I realize that even though the night is completely silent around us, the world can still be a happy place to live as long as you have love and joy in your life.
The End
AU, POV, Disability ~ 3+4 ~ Inspired by the carrol White Christmas.
We are sitting here, on the padded windowsill, enjoying the warmth of our patchwork afghan. Quatre is leaning with his back against the wall and I´m sitting between his gently spread legs, resting my back against his chest. My head is lying in the crook of his neck and his warm, musky scent tickles my nose. His arms are loosely closed around my chest, our hands are locked, fingers intertwined. My eyes are closed and I´m enjoying the deep hum of his voice and the thu-thumping sound of his heart. I don´t think I´ve ever felt so content in my life.
"The room is dark, but the fire is burning in the fireplace. Can you hear the crackling of wood?" he says, his voice low. "The little lights on the Christmas tree are blinking. They are red and blue and white, but mostly green. You like green, don´t you?" he asks and I can hear the smile in his voice. I nod once, my bangs moving against his jaw.
"The window is frosted over and I can´t see outside. The frost has drawn beautiful pictures on the glass. Some look like jungle flowers, others like bracken."
He lifts up our locked hands, then he lets go of mine and closes his fingers around my wrist. He presses my palm against the glass of the window. It´s so cold that it almost burns on my skin. I can feel the frost melt under my palm, little droplets of water are running down my wrist, but he catches them before they can wet my sleeve.
Quatre raises my hand from the glass and lets me go. My hand hovers expectantly in the air as he searches for a clean handkerchief to dry my palm. When he finishes his task, he tucks my hand back under the warm cover. I can´t help but snuggle closer to him. I can feel him smile.
I hear him dry the little hole we melted with the handkerchief before he tucks it back into his pocket. Then his hand finds its way to mine again.
"There," he says. "It´s dark outside, but Rashid lit the light over the front door as he usually does at night. I can see the city lights from here. They are far away and they seem to blink at us. The sky is dark, heavy clouds are covering the stars and the moon, and it´s snowing. Snowflakes are falling from the sky and landing softly on the ground. There is a lot of snow outside already. It´s good that we don´t need to go anywhere soon, otherwise we would have to dig our way out." He smiles again and I answer him with a smile of my own.
"The snowflakes are large and they are falling in big lumps. There is almost no wind outside, so they only swirl gently before they join the others already on the ground." He pauses. "Our little looking hole is frosting over again. It must be really cold outside."
He pauses again and I sigh contently. I can feel him smile again. He tightens his hold on me, bringing us even closer together. My eyes are still closed and suddenly it doesn´t matter that even if I opened them the only thing I would see is darkness. One doesn´t need sight to dream of a white Christmas. Not with a man like Quatre who has the most beautiful eyes in the world.
"The white cover is heavy on the branches," he continues. "They are bent down and the snow is slowly falling off of them, making deep holes in the whiteness on the ground..."
The End
Jingle Bells
AU, POV, Disability ~ 13+5 ~ Inspired by the carrol Jingle Bells.
"Treize, where are we going?" I ask for the umpteenth time and for the umpteenth time, he ignores me. I twist a little in the wheelchair he is pushing to look up at him, only to see him wearing a smug expression on his face. I scowl even further. "Treize..." There is a warning note in my voice, but he just grins more and even starts to whistle.
I lean back in the chair and cross my arms over my chest, frowning deeply. For a reason he refuses to share with me, he pulled me away from our Christmas dinner, forced me to dress "warmly" as he calls it - warmly my ass, he stuffed me into the warmest clothes we have at home and even laid a warm plaid on my knees - a started to push my chair towards the main entrance. I hate it when he keeps something from me.
As we pass the door to our dining room, I see our friends - all of them - squeezed in the doorway, grinning at me openly. I huff at them and they laugh. I huff again and twist my mouth in a grimace. So, even our friends know. Am I the only one left in the dark here?
We reach the main door of Treize´s... no, OURS - I will never get used to the fact that thanks to the generosity of my lover, I now own the half of his mansion. Treize stops the wheelchair and walks around it. He is about to open the door, when he hesitates, turns and looks at me with a suddenly serious face. My frown disappears and I feel myself tense. I´m really not in the mood to have a serious conversation right now.
He lets go of the door handle and crouches in front of my wheelchair. He lays his hands on my knees to keep his balance. It´s still strange to me to SEE him touch me, but not be able to actually FEEL his touch on my legs. I swallow painfully and look down at him.
"Wufei, I..." he pauses, swallows, then coughs nervously. "A lot has happened this year." He pauses again.
I nod slowly. I know what he means. The accident, my painful recuperation, his misplaced guilt… I had hoped that we had left it all behind already.
"Treize..." I begin and uncross my arms to cover his hands with mine.
"No," he interrupts me. "Let me... I just... I just wanted to tell you how much I love you, how much I... feared I might lose you." He grips my hands tightly, then brings them up to his face, closes his eyes and kisses them.
I open my mouth again to tell him, that I love him too, more than my life. That even though the prospect of being tied to this chair for the rest of my life still hurts, I´m still glad that it´s me and not him that became the victim of this terrible fate. But he stops me again. When he opens his eyes, they are full of mischief once again and I become wary, my eyes narrowing with suspicion.
He lowers my hands, blinking fast to push away the last bits of the brooding nature that often came upon us this year, and I see him grin widely again. "And that´s why I decided to give you a special gift this year," he says.
I can hear someone - probably Duo - cough behind me, trying to make a point. Treize looks over my shoulder and his grin widens even more. "Okay, WE - me and our friends - came up with this idea," he corrects himself and I hear a muffled laugh from the hallway behind me.
"Treize..." The warning note in my voice is back. I really hate surprises. Usually they are the complete opposite from what you would have wished for and cause a lot of trouble - like Duo giving me this darn patchwork kitten called Romeo. I really should´ve asked back then, actually why his name is Romeo. It isn´t because he likes to chase cats, no, it´s because he has the awful habit of wailing under my balcony at night.
Treize gives my hands one last kiss, then stands up quickly. "Don´t worry, you´ll like it," he promises.
He then bents down to lift me up from the chair, while Heero opens the front door. I close my arms around my lover´s neck to keep my balance and he steps with me through the main door.
It´s dark and cold outside, but luckily the wind died down some time ago. Then I hear it. Jingles. My head snaps round and I can´t help but gape.
There, right in front of our main door is a sleigh. A real sleigh. With a horse. And furs. And jingles. I blink a couple of times, but it´s still there. The horse is moving restlessly, causing the jingles on his harness to sing even more.
I turn to Treize, who is grinning like a kid now. "That´s a sleigh," I say, stating the obvious.
"Yeah, it is," he nods. "I thought you might like to change the wheels for something else. At least for a short while anyway."
Before I can say more, he is moving down the stairs and crossing the short distance to the waiting sleigh. Heero, dressed in a warm sweater and boots, appears on the other side of the sleigh and lifts up the furs from the seat. Treize lowers me onto the seat, then bundles me quickly into the afghan and the furs, to keep me warm. I´m surprised that the furs are so warm, but then I discover the source of heat - a traditional heated stone.
I just sit there and let him pile more and more furs on top of me. He really did manage to surprise me. I would have never expected this, but when I look around at the traditional sleigh, the horse, jingles... a happy looking Treize and my grinning friends... I can´t stop the little smile that feels the need to form on my face.
"So, does this smile mean that you like it?" he asks as he leans closer to me.
When I nod, he closes the distance between us completely and kisses me on the mouth. The gentle kiss slowly turns into something deeper. Hearing the catcalls coming from the stairs leading to the main door, we separate and Treize looks towards our friends, giving them the thumbs up sign. He then climbs quickly into the sleigh with me, joining me under the covers. For some reason it feels really intimate.
"Shall we go then?" he asks as he takes the bridle and nuzzles my ear with his nose.
I smile. "Lead on, coachman."
He laughs and clicks his tongue at the horse.
When the sleigh starts to move, I snuggle closer to my lover and smile happily. This really IS a merry Christmas.
The End
Silent Night
AU, POV, Disability ~ 1+2 ~ Inspired by the carrol Silent Night.
I laugh as Heero helps me push the big round thing in front of us. He has an intent expression on his face, and I’m sure that he’s taking measurements and solving equations in his mind only to discover our ball isn’t actually a ball but a conical something.
He touches my arm and I turn to him, a grin on my face. He points in the direction where the two balls we already made are waiting for us. I nod and we change the direction, shoving the round thing in front of us.
I admit that it must look pretty crazy to be building a snowman at 10 pm on Christmas Eve. I laugh again when I remember the comment Wufei made on it.
“Maxwell, you’re crazy. A, it’s dark outside. B, it’s cold outside. And C, did I mention that it’s dark outside?”
I laughed and decided not to tell him that it was actually Heero’s idea. Wufei wouldn’t have believed me anyway.
We reach the base of the big oak tree standing in the middle of the yard, where our snowman’ll stand tonight. And it WILL stand here and we WILL build it tonight, otherwise my name isn’t Duo Maxwell.
Heero helps me to find a steady ground for the main ball, making sure it sits well. On one-two-three mouthed in my direction we lift the middle ball and set it on the base of the snowman-to-be. He then allows me to lift the third ball. It’s the smallest one, but it’s still heavy enough that he has to steady me as I settle down the snowman’s head. When it’s sitting tight, I pat the snowman on the head. It’s now as tall as I am, then I turn in Heero’s arms to lock our lips together. We’re a great team.
I press myself against him, but when I feel the hard thing in his pants, I pull away a little and raise my eyebrows in question, little flames of mischief dancing in my eyes. He grins, then pulls a large carrot out of his pocket. I throw my head backwards and laugh merrily.
When I’m finally able to get myself under control, I let him turn me around and together, hands over hands, we place the carrot in the middle of the snowman’s face. Heero lets then two pieces of coal appear magically, that we use as the snowman’s eyes.
Then we step back to look at our work of art. Low light coming from the kitchen window illuminates the backyard, I can see that the snowman we built is leaning a little to the left and that its head is almost bigger than his torso. One of its eyes is sitting higher than the other and its nose will probably soon fall off. But it’s still perfect.
I lay my head on Heero’s shoulder and we hug tightly, watching the snowman stand there motionless, watching us in return. I know that Heero is saying something, for I can feel his chest vibrate. I raise my head and look at his mouth.
'I love you,' he mouths, letting me go briefly and making the sign for love.
'I love you too,' I sign in return and watch his face light up like a Christmas tree.
He lays his hands on my hips and brings us closer together. I close my arms around his neck and lift up my face, offering him my mouth. He lowers his head and kisses me gently. I close my eyes at the sweet taste of his mouth... then yelp - probably really loud - as something cold smashes down on my face.
We pull away from each other, blinking in surprise. We look each other in the eyes, then up. The snow is still falling around us from the overstuffed tree branches. Our eyes meet again, we blink, and then start to laugh so hard that our stomachs hurt. We lay our arms around each other’s waist to keep the other up and steady. Talk about cold shower.
And as we laugh, then giggle, then smile together, I realize that even though the night is completely silent around us, the world can still be a happy place to live as long as you have love and joy in your life.
The End