- Perfect -
Spooning up behind the nearly sleeping love of his life, Trowa mused; Quatre's body fitted perfectly against him, almost as if they were two parts of the same whole.
Perfect, everything was perfect.
Under cover of the night, Trowa allowed the sweet smell of Quatre drug to him, the maddeningly soft skin seduce him. Intoxicated, he drew closer against Quatre, as the avatar of innocence suddenly stirred.
"...rowa... your hair tickles me," Quatre slurred, tiredly.
"Oh," he breathed, backing away to eliminate the irritation.
Trowa considered his options, and as if handling a newborn, he carefully rearranged Quatre's warm limbs, turning him around, cautious not to wake him up completely. Failure - Quatre suddenly sat up, and blinked wearily.
"We'll just... switch places," he explained, lying down, back towards Quatre.
"Ok," Quatre uttered, slumping down again.
Trowa doubted his words got through, but Quatre did what he was supposed to anyway: curled up behind Trowa. A sleepy arm sneaked its way around Trowa's waist, and the dishevelled blond head came to a rest against Trowa's naked back. Soon, Quatre was asleep again.
Almost perfect, Trowa mused, before sleep claimed him, too. Perhaps he'd cut it.
- end -
Author's notes: I wrote this one in May '00, but forgot to post it here. It's a 195 words challenge fic: write a fic using exactly 195 words. You can write one too! ^_^
Spooning up behind the nearly sleeping love of his life, Trowa mused; Quatre's body fitted perfectly against him, almost as if they were two parts of the same whole.
Perfect, everything was perfect.
Under cover of the night, Trowa allowed the sweet smell of Quatre drug to him, the maddeningly soft skin seduce him. Intoxicated, he drew closer against Quatre, as the avatar of innocence suddenly stirred.
"...rowa... your hair tickles me," Quatre slurred, tiredly.
"Oh," he breathed, backing away to eliminate the irritation.
Trowa considered his options, and as if handling a newborn, he carefully rearranged Quatre's warm limbs, turning him around, cautious not to wake him up completely. Failure - Quatre suddenly sat up, and blinked wearily.
"We'll just... switch places," he explained, lying down, back towards Quatre.
"Ok," Quatre uttered, slumping down again.
Trowa doubted his words got through, but Quatre did what he was supposed to anyway: curled up behind Trowa. A sleepy arm sneaked its way around Trowa's waist, and the dishevelled blond head came to a rest against Trowa's naked back. Soon, Quatre was asleep again.
Almost perfect, Trowa mused, before sleep claimed him, too. Perhaps he'd cut it.
- end -
Author's notes: I wrote this one in May '00, but forgot to post it here. It's a 195 words challenge fic: write a fic using exactly 195 words. You can write one too! ^_^