Just a little something dedicated to Markanovanlink because he's my little fic brother.
Pairing: Trowa/Quatre
Quatre looked up and noticed Trowa staring intently in his direction. Quatre quickly glanced around but there was nothing else of importance to look at in the office, besides him.
"What is it?"
"There's something about you Quatre."
Quatre grabbed his tie. "It's this isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have won the striped one today. I don't even really like stripes anyway. It eludes me why I even bought it in the first place. I should have just gone with the solid blue one like I initially wanted to then-"
"No, that's not it." Trowa interrupted.
"Oh no?" Quatre nodded again. "It's the suit then right? I'm not really a fan of tan. I don't think it compliments my skin tone. To tell you the truth I don't even like suits. I am quite comfortable with wearing my khakis and vest. You know what? I think I'll-"
"No, that's not it either." Trowa interrupted again.
"No?" Quatre tilted his head. "Then what is it? Do you think my hair is getting too long? I really do like to keep it short so it doesn't get in the way. You know Duo is trying to convince me to grow it out so we can go around as a braided duo. I keep telling him that's never going to happen, but-"
Trowa chuckled and walked towards Quatre's desk. "No, I am not talking about your hair either."
Quatre folded his arms on the desk and leaned forward. "Then why are you staring at me so intently?"
Trowa leaned across Quatre's desk. "There's something about you…"
"Yeah I got that part."
"And that's why I love you." Finished Trowa." I don't know what that something is, but I am willing to spend forever until I figure it out."
Quatre's face broke out into a large grin and pulled Trowa's face closer to his. "You say the most perfect things."
A long lingering kiss was planted on Trowa's lips.
"But that still doesn't let you off the hook for forgetting my birthday last week." Quatre stated leaning back in his chair.
Trowa cringed. It seemed he was not going to live that one down, even though he had got on his knees and apologized profusely.
"I am really sorry about that, Quatre. You know that, right?"
"I know and I still love you."
Trowa smiled. Maybe he was making some leeway in getting on Quatre's good side.
"But you are still sleeping on the couch, Trowa."
Trowa cringed again. Looks like he still had some work to do.
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