Trowa pushed his way through the crowded nightclub knowind that his angel was lost in the depths of the writhing mass of bodies. But they didn't matter.
I dream of rain
I dream of God and Silver desert sand
To Trowa they were black and white. Colorless, faceless bodies. Nothing compared to the golden angel he sought.
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my head
From the first moment he had layed eyes on the angel, Trowa knew that he loved Quatre. His beautifl, golden angel. His love. Until he met Quatre he had never believed in love at first sight. Perhaps not believed in love at all.
I dream of fire
These dreams are tied to a horse that will never die
Trowa could not wait a moment longer to make Quatre his. It seemed like the delicate blonde had been haunting his dreams. Teasing him with kisses and carresses that left him aching for more when he awoke.
and in the flames
shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
Trowa wanted to take Quatre in his arms and show him how much he loved, wanted, and needed him.
Sweet desert flower
shadow veils a secret promise
Trowa yearned to kiss the rose colored lipes. Craved to discover if theywere as sweet and petal soft as they looked.
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
The moment was magical. The crowd seemed to part and Trowa was met with the most beautiful sight in his world. Quatre swayed gracefully to the music. The rainbowed flashing of lights painted him in a wild array of colors, making him all the more radiant.
So beautiful.' Trowa thought himself in awe.
And as he turns
Suddenly Quatre turned and saw Trowa watching him. He smiles and holds out his slender arms, beckoning Trowa to dance with him.
This way he moves
in the logic of all my dreasm
this fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
Quatre wound his arms around Trowa's neck and pressed himself against the taller boy.
I dream of rain
I dream of God and silver desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my head
Trowa tightened his embrace of the smaller boy. He smiled and buried his face into Quatre soft golden hair.
Trowa murmured.
Quatre looked up at Trowa, their eyes meeting in the darkness. Quatre's aquamarine eyes glittered like gems in the darkness.
I dream of rain
I lift my head to empty skies above
I close my eyes
but this rare perfume is a sweet intoxication of his love
Quatre pulled Trowa's head down to his and kissed him sweetly. Trowa stiffened at first, but then relaxed and kissed his angel back. When the pulled apart Trowa pressed his face into Quatre's shoulder.
I love you. Trowa whispered against Quatre's ear.
Trowa felt Quatre smiled against his cheek then felt Quatre's soft lips on his own.
I dream of rain
I dream of God and silver desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my head
I love you, too. Quatre whispered breathlessly against Trowa's lips kissing him again. Trowa pulled away and gazed into Quatre's eyes finding them mirroring the fire that burned in his. Trowa kissed him again, holding him tight letting passion take control.
Sweet desert rose
shadow veils a secret promise
this desert flower
no sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this