"OW!"

"What? Did I hurt you?" Trowa began gently checking Quatre's _entire_ *cough cough* body for what had happened.

Quatre smacked Trowa's hand lightly when he touched his arm. Trowa saw the small black bruise through the pink shirt.

"I got a shot, damn it!"

"Oh."

"Yeah." Quatre punched Trowa, barely touching him. He then kissed the spot he had punched. Trowa bent and kissed the bruise. Then above the bruise. Then slowly up to the lips. Then into the bedroom. Then…

"OW!"



…Inspired by my painful shot! *glare*