The Beggar

By Abyssinian Angel

Author's Note: Carla is Trowa's girlfriend from The One I Love (by ~Shy) Amaya is their daughter and Dante is Christy and Duo's from Dante's Prayer this fic is just basically me trying to get our of writers block ^^ It is dedicated to Shy (Happy Strike!!!)

Carla sighed as she sat down, "Not tonight, Trowa." She gave him a tired little smile and took a drink of water.

"Oh, come on! Christy, Mandy, Duo and Quatre have Amaya and Dante. Sarah and Wufei are at some martial competition in another city and Bri and Heero and out in the garden 'planting'." Trowa smiled sarcastically, "As if the rest of us don't know what they are doing down there."

"Stop there." Carla gave him a look, "The rest of us pretend we don't know what they are doing for a reason."

"Just a quick one?" Trowa gave her a pleading glance, "Please?"

"No. You're never quick." Carla smiled patiently before heading towards her bathroom and shutting the door.

"Please?" He shouted through the door, "I'll make it worth your while!"

"Why don't you ever do this when anyone's at home and I have another excuse?" Carla called back calmly.

"Because! I don't want them to see me begging!" Trowa pleaded.

"Well then," Carla opened the door to see Trowa on his knees, "You are so cute when you beg."

"Thank you," Trowa pouted, "Don't change the subject."

"Trowa Barton! I'm tired I don't have time for this nonsense!" Carla snapped.

"You like nonsense though," He smiled childishly.

"Alright you win. Quick, promise?" Carla sighed

"Yes." Trowa took her hand and lead her to the living room.

"Why can't we do it in the bedroom?" Carla whined.

"Because there is more space in here," Trowa laughed as he lit the candles and put on some old romantic record. He walked over to Carla and pulled her in his arms and the two swayed gently to the music.

"I'm going to get you back for this." Carla threatened playfully, "I wonder what Duo would say if he found out the Great Trowa Barton, Passive Man, begs his girlfriend to dance," She tilted her head up and smiled, "You know what this makes you?"

"What?"

"A fruit."

~Fin