I feel kinda guilty about that, even years after the fact. See, once, Heero and I traded blows. Don't look at me; it was his great idea. He didn't bust any of my guts, but I got some impressive bruises. Same for him. Besides, I didn't knock his teeth out -- my punch only rattled the roots. An undercover Preventers assignment gone bad was when he lost two teeth.
We saved his ass, but not his perfect dental record. A fair trade, I'd say. The bridge in his lower left jaw does its job, and like the anal-retentive bastard he can be, Heero follows the dentist's recommendation to keep the area meticulously clean beyond the threshold of comfort. His gums on that side have grown really sensitive. At first, I thought it kinda cool to play with during kisses, but after that one time he nearly bit my tongue off...
Takes me a moment to realize he's stopped, glares at me in the mirror, mouth agape, brush coming out. "What you looking at?" he mutters, another smear of white escaping the corner of his mouth. The quick glance and the way he tenses up means he just noticed.
Damn, I love him. "Oh, nothing..." I say as innocently as I can, taking the five steps necessary to reach him. I put one palm against his flat stomach and shove the other down his boxers, seeking, finding, caressing.