Title: Anti-allergic
Prompt: #12 – Allergy
Genre: fluffy
Warnings: no spoilers, Preventer-ness
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1.055
Disclaimer:- I don’t own Gundam Wing. I don’t even own the prompts that I’m using to write the fics. I only own a somewhat crappy computer and it’s not worth a lot. I’m not making any profit with my fics. You will have another 97 chances to believe in what I say 8D
Notes: beta-ed by the lovely cristal. ~♥

I watched suspiciously from the corner of my eye while Heero got up from his desk on the other side of the room and walked to the door, leaving the place.

On a normal day, my partner moving about the room or out of it doesn’t make me blink twice…ok, that’s not entirely true. I admit that I might have given him one or two - or twenty - not entirely necessary looks during the days we spend working together, but can anyone really blame me?

Heero is attractive. Very attractive, actually. I think the word I’m looking to describe him is... ‘devastating’. Yeah, that’s the one; he is devastatingly attractive.

But I digress.

On a normal day, Heero moving about the room wouldn’t make me look at him more than the usual twenty five times. However, on a normal day, Heero doesn’t leave the office four times in the spam of less than two hours.

The first two times, I ignored the fact that he left without taking any folder or envelope in his hands – proof that he wasn’t going to the commander’s or some other agent’s office to discuss a case – and kept working.

On the third time, I discreetly checked his body language in order to see if maybe he was feeling physically ill.

On the fourth time I had to stop my legs from moving and following him out the door, restraining my stalking of his moves to my eyes only.

I took a deep breath, deciding that I had already thought about the subject more than enough. I was probably just exaggerating on my reading of the situation. Maybe Heero had drunk too much water.

That thought was enough to remind me of my own slightly uncomfortable bladder and I stood up, stretching for a few seconds and walking to the bathroom.

I was washing my hands and thinking about why bathroom tiles had to have such hypnotic patterns when I heard a sneeze.

‘Bless you’, I said instinctively to whoever was sneezing inside one of the cubicles.

The person didn’t reply, but sneezed once more.

‘Bless you’, I said again, being interrupted by another two sneezes, one right after the other.

This person, whoever it was, probably had a serious case of flu, I thought sympathetically, and concluded it would be very smart of me to get the hell out of the bathroom and avoid the germs.

Before I could do that though, I heard other three sneezes, and it was the fact that the sound of those were strangely familiar to me that made me stay in the bathroom, and knock on the door of the cubicle the sounds were coming from.

‘Heero?’, I asked, uncertain, trying to confirm the very low possibility that my partner was the person that…

My mind stopped halfway through that thought, startled by the image of Heero inside the now open cubicle, holding a Kleenex to his nose.

‘What?’, he replied, not looking very satisfied about having been discovered.

‘You’ve got a cold, man?’, I asked without managing to avoid the slightly surprised tone. I had never seen Heero sick before, and I tried to pull from memory any occasion where I had seen him even coughing, without success.

 ‘Atchoo’.

‘Bless you’.

‘I don’t have a cold’, he said.

‘That’, I said, getting closer and pointing to the Kleenex still pressed against his face, ‘disagrees with your statement.’

He replied with a sequence of three sneezes.

‘I said I don’t have a cold’, he insisted, throwing his head back and closing his eyelids.

Little drops of moisture appeared on the corner of his eyes and, even though I knew that this was a perfectly normal symptom for colds, it still gave me the sudden urge to reach out and sweep them away with my fingers. 

Completely unaware of my moment of weakness, Heero took a deep breath.

‘Something did this to…’, he stopped mid-sentence, taking another lungful of air.

He dropped his head and opened his eyes, instantly focusing them on me.

‘Duo, are you...wearing a new cologne?’

‘Well...yes’, I answered a bit confused by his question, even though I had secretly hoped he would have noticed. Pathetic, I know.

Heero placed his hands on my shoulders and got his face close to mine. I felt my eyes bulging out of their sockets for a nanosecond when I didn’t know what he was about to do and then he let his head drop again, and… nuzzled my neck.

And breathed. Long and slow, his nose touching my skin and his hair gently stroking my face. My eyes rolled upwards in pure bliss.

It would have been one of the most romantic moments of my life if Heero hadn’t sneezed five times right after it.    

‘I think…’, he said, his voice slightly stuffy because of the Kleenex pressed against his nose and mouth.

‘That you are allergic to my cologne. Yeah, I’ve noticed’, I said, slightly embarrassed.

‘I…atchoo…never…atcho...knew that…atcho atcho…’, he tried, but I interrupted him with a raised hand, putting some distance between us so that he wouldn’t smell the cologne anymore.

‘Hey Heero, it’s no big deal. I can go home and take a fast shower and you won’t…’

‘No’, it was his turn to interrupt me. ‘You stay. I’m going to fix this.’

And without further explanation, he fled the bathroom.

I walked back to our office feeling a bit bad about the whole episode. I had certainly hoped to get a reaction from Heero when I bought that new cologne. However, the reaction I had gotten hadn’t been exactly what I was aiming for.

An hour later, the door to the office opened again and my partner walked in, wearing a surgical mask that covered his mouth and nose.

‘Heero!’, I protested immediately. ‘You can’t…’ , I started, only to be interrupted with a gesture very similar to the one I had used only an hour ago.

‘The cologne is good, Duo’, he said softly, and my surprised expression was probably the reason for the sides of his mask drawing up a little bit, hiding the smile behind it.

I smiled back. If Heero really thought so, then there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Unless, maybe, go back to the store and look for an anti-allergic version.