Though there's not really such a thing as 'morning' on a spacecraft, Quatre felt the hour or two after waking up fit such a description. Likewise, he named his food and beverage 'breakfast' and 'morning coffee', though it might as well have been supper to anyone else aboard. Of course, this time of day - or night, or whenever it was - the galley aboard Peacemillion was nearly deserted - but only nearly.
Duo sauntered in from the hallway, scratched a back itch, poured himself a cup of coffee from the percolator and sat down opposite of Quatre. "Hi, Quatre."
Nod. "Good morning, Duo."
Quick gulp, grin. "Yeah, I suppose it is..."
Quatre studied Duo's face intently, his brows steadily moving closer. "Duo...? Do you have something you'd like to tell me?"
Slight smile. "Well, it's just that... I haven't seen a grin like that since after the first time Trowa and I-" Soft shade of pink came to his cheeks.
Duo laughed, and fought back a similar coloration. "Yeah, well..." Eyebrow wiggle. "You're not wrong, pal."
Wide eyes. "You mean, you two-"
Wider grin, nod. "Almost didn't. See, Heero's a bit rough, both with his hands and his kisses. It's not that I have a problem with that, it's just... I was concerned about how he'd act if we-" Lip nibble. "Well, I didn't want to end up with bruises or something." Gulp of coffee. "I was too scared to actually come out and say that, though. I'm more afraid of disappointing him than anything else, really."
Quatre took the information in, nodded. "So, what did you do?"
The grin turned sheepish as Duo scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I thought I'd do something clever, so I looked up some scientific terms, and used an obscure word to tell him he made me feel a tiny bit afraid of sex. He made the perfect impersonation of a question mark - in retrospect, I'm not sure if it was because of the weird term, or because of what I actually said."
"Oh? Didn't you say-"
"I'll get back to that in a sec. Okay, the point of all this was to make him think up a solution, or at least keep his strength in mind when - well, you know. I went to the rec room and waited for him to come talk to me about it, or something. Waited all damn day, but he never showed. Finally, I got fed up of waiting, and went back to our bunkroom."
Sympathetic smile. "Then what happened?"
Smirk. "Well, when I opened the door, I found Heero, that's for sure - with just a sheet draped across his thigh and crotch... and kneepads."
Quatre stared at Duo. "Huh?"
Nod, chuckle. "Yeah, that was my reaction, too. Then, he told me, 'they won't be a problem if you can't see or feel them, right?' "
Quatre's jaw drooped just a bit. "Now you've lost me..."
"Thought so - here's the thing; I'd told him he gave me a little genuphobia - but what I meant to say, was genophobia - that is 'fear of sex'."
Soft smirk. "And what did you tell him?"
"I told him I had knee-phobia."
"Yeah, that's what I did, too, once he explained." Wiggle of brow, coffee swig. "Anyway, I told him there were more useful forms of protection for sex..."
"So, you did have-"
Eager nod, big grin. "Damn right - and just so you know, he's a lot softer than he lets on..." Mischievous wink. "Well, except where it matters, of course..."
Quatre nearly choked on his coffee.
And they both laughed.