A/N: This isn't actually part of the oneshots, more like a side story.

Summary: Ever since Duo's visit to Yuuko's shop, all he can talk about is cuddling with Heero. Now Trowa has a problem, Quatre may have gotten him to cuddle but he just isn't ready to go that one step further. Maybe Yuuko can help?

Pairings: TrowaxQuatre

Warnings: Same as the previous one.

Disclaimer: I don't own GW or Holic.

Dedicated to: Sekari Sumeragi who wanted something like this. Hope you like it.

C is for Cuddle II

Cuddles. They were the bane of Trowa's existence. Ever since Duo had mysteriously managed to get Heero to cuddle with him, all the braided brunet could talk about was how good of a boyfriend Heero was. He talked about that to Trowa, to Wufei, to Hilde but Trowa didn't really care about that. No, what he did care about was–

"Why? Why did you have to talk to Quatre about it?" The other brunet had smiled at him sheepishly before apologizing, saying something about not knowing how Trowa would react before running for dear life. It wouldn't usually be a problem, Quatre loved having people talk to him because he loved helping people, but Trowa could tell he was disappointed by the news and the tall man even knew why. The reason was very simple, while the two pilots had always been very close, recently they had become a couple, going as far as to hold hands and kiss but Trowa would not–could not–bear the thought of intimate contact with the angelic blonde.

'He's too pure to be touched by my blood soaked hands...even if he was a pilot too, he never killed unnecessarily, unlike me.' When he had attempted to explain this to his significant other, he'd gotten a wounded look in return before the blonde smiled at him kindly, telling him it was okay if he didn't want to do such a thing with Quatre. 'It's not that!' He had wanted to shout. 'Of course I want to be with you but I...I'm just not worth it.' Of course, he hadn't voiced this out loud and he was very sad to later find a crying Quatre in one of his sisters' arms, depressed that Trowa didn't love him. The tall man had wanted to run in the room and pull his lover into his arms but again, he just couldn't do it, he was too much of a coward. The day after, he spoke to Duo of his troubles and the long-haired man looked thoughtful before pulling out a sheet of paper and scribbling something onto it.

"Go to this address, it's a small Japanese shop. The woman there can help you, I just know she can! But remember to take something important to you, okay?" So there he was, walking down some random street and trying to find a small shop that matched Duo's vague description–though he was happy that there weren't many Japanese shops around–with a bag filled with the garments he wore at the circus. He didn't know exactly why the clothes were so important to him but they were and so he brought them along. After walking around in circles for what seemed like hours, he finally found the place he was looking for. Almost immediately, his feet began to lead themselves into the shop but, Trowa being Trowa, he passively let them take him to his destination. What will be, will be, after all. Entering the shop, he was guided in by two small girls, one with short pink hair and the other with long blue hair. They were chanting the word customer cheerily and led him into a sort of greeting chamber where a woman lay sprawled out on a small couch.

"Welcome to my shop, I am Ichihara Yuuko." She had eerie looking red eyes that reminded him of blood, the reason he was there in the first place, and was dressed in a simple white kimono with a fiery smoke pattern. "I take it Duo sent you?" Trowa was slightly surprised by her deduction but his face remained completely passive, as did her own.

"Yes, I am Trowa Barton." His answer was simple and to the point and that seemed to impress the red-eyed woman. "I'm here because Duo said you can help me."

"Ah yes, the one with the intimacy problem. Well, hand over your bag and I'll see what I can do." Even Trowa could not keep the flush off of his face at her bluntness. Just what had Duo told her about him? Either way he handed her his bag, willing his face to stop blushing, and she looked at the contents before smiling. "You're giving up your mask, your shield from the world, are you sure?" Trowa was surprised that she knew the significance of his sacrifice but he nodded.

"It must be done if I'm to keep what is truly important to me." Quatre. Though he didn't say the last part aloud. The woman smiled at him approvingly and Trowa felt some heavy weight lift off of his chest and shoulders.

"Good man." A second later, the tall brunet was back out in the streets, feeling more anxious–and excited–than he'd ever felt since he was a small child. With a smile on his face that didn't yet feel right he walked back towards the Winner manor, hoping his blonde lover wasn't home so he could get something ready.

Quatre was beyond surprised when he came home to the manor and found it empty. He was even more surprised when he found a trail of roses leading him towards he and Trowa's dimly lit room.

"Trowa?" He ventured softly, raising a hand to push open his slightly closed door, only to find his boyfriend lying as naked as the day he was born on some silky black sheets. There were rose petals scattered on the bed as well. "Trowa, what's going on?" He asked breathlessly and the brunet flushed, looking shy, before offering him a smile.

"I thought you wanted too...I guess I was wrong. Silly, huh?" The brunet had the most adorable, wounded look on his face and Quatre just wanted to eat him up.

"You thought right!" He nearly shouted, jumping on top of the naked brunet before he could stand up. Before Trowa could even realize what was happening, his blonde boyfriend was touching and kissing him passionately. Maybe being unmasked wasn't so bad, if it was Quatre doing the unmasking?

A/N: Personally I love this, I hope Sekari Sumeragi does too.

R&R: I'll love ya forever if you do.