Description: 3x4 fluff, mentions of 1x2, Duo POV

Rating: T

Stuff: I don't own Gundam Wing

Warnings: voyeurism, language

So, I found this in my WIP folder. Apparently I did the writing equivalent of sleepwalking because I don't remember writing this at all. XD


Q/T Pie

I was really happy for them when I'd heard Quatre and Trowa had hooked up during the war. I then made it my business to help them through the rough patch they'd had just after. Between Tro randomly going off to hang out with the circus troupe occasionally and Q spending way too much time in meetings, it was difficult for them to find time for each other. A few night crying sessions and morning coffee talks later, they eventually worked it all out. The end result though, was them becoming one of those sickeningly sweet couples. I'm talking pink cotton candy fluff level. Which is how I found myself in this situation.

Q had offered, or at least his version of offering which makes it sound like it's all your decision but it's really not, to let me stay at his place for the week. Preventers had decided to have Ro go on some mission with Fei. Now, don't get me wrong, Ro can kick ass any day of the week, but that didn't really help me get over my little teeny problem about all my loved ones dying on me, ya know? So, I get a little... well, crazy I guess, when he's on a mission without me. To keep me from pulling all my hair out, Q decided it'd be best if I stayed with him. Unfortunately, Tro decided to make one of his unscheduled visits at the same time.

I had just gone a few laps in Q's Olympic-sized swimming pool and was heading back to my suite to get the chlorine outta my hair when I heard giggling coming from the dining room. Now, curiosity killed the cat and all that shit, but since I'm not a cat I quietly made my way up to the door to peek inside. Q and Tro were there, a pair of chairs pulled out from the table just enough to angle towards each other, with a strawberry pie on the table next to them. I had shown up just in time to catch Tro run his finger through the whip cream and boop Q on the nose with it. Q started giggling again. Then Tro reached one of his long-fingered hands behind the nap of Q's neck, threading it through the base of his hair and slowly started to pull him forward while Tro started to lean in. I swallowed, finding my mouth suddenly dry as I watched him lick the cream off Q's nose with this intense look in his eyes. He started to pull back, a smirk like a contented cat on his face.

Q reached over and dug his slim fingers into the pie, pulling out a berry half covered in red syrup and whip cream. He brought it up to feed it to Tro, running it along his lips first to cover them in the sugary mixture. Then he was the one running his fingers through hair as he reached both hands up to grip the back of Tro's head, pulling them back to meet in the middle. Between a mix of open-mouthed kisses and little licks like a kitten, he cleaned off Tro's lips. I groaned and felt a tent forming in my swim trunks. I ran the rest of the way to my room.

This is gonna be a long fuckin' week.


-x-


-Author's Note-

Thanks for reading!

So, I tend to refer to Quatre as "qtpie" in my notes, and one day at 3 in the morning, I decided that'd make an awesome pun.

I apologise for nothing.