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."