Dancing in the Rain
Emerald orbs turned up as lightening flashed, thunder clapped and rain poured down. In seconds he was soaking wet, yet he stood, watching the rain fall out over the meadow area in silence.
Quatre glared out the window as the rain continued to fall. This meant their mission would have to wait. Speaking of, where had Trowa gotten to? The blonde started down the stairs of the small safe house. He frowned when he couldn't find the taller teen anywhere within the house. That's odd. He stepped out onto the small porch, thankful for the roof over it. His breath froze when he saw the lone figure, soaking wet, standing at the edge of the medow.
"Trowa!" He called, making the other turn. "Come back in. We'll have to wait out the storm before we can do our mission."
Trowa smirked, slowly walking back to the porch. Looking up into Teal orbs he whispered gently. "Life isn't about waiting out the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain."
Quatre looked at him funny. With a chuckle Trowa tugged the blonde from his safe place. The blonde flinched as freezing cold water quickly soaked his dry clothes. A tan hand gently tilted the blonde's head back. With a soft smile Trowa swept plastered bangs out of Teal orbs.
Quatre was busy with his little inner war going on. With a frustrated growl he stepped in closer -nearly chest to chest- and rose on his tiptoes, sealing his lips over Trowa's firmly. The kiss was demanding and forcefull.
Trowa gently, slowly pulled away. The only sign of his shock was drifting in his eyes. "Little one."
Quatre swollowed thickly, thankful for the darkness that helped cover the red staining his cheeks.
Trowa gently pulled the blonde into his arms after seeing the shudder rake through the small frame. He lowered his head, brushing his lips across Quatre's again.
"Dance with me?" Trowa whispered, lips trailing over the outter shell of the pale ear.
~END~