A/N: I don't advocate drinking and driving. Just so you know.

Chapter 10: Arrangements and Progression

Tizzy had to admit that maybe letting Quatre talk the waiter into giving them a bottle of wine wasn't the best idea. It wasn't that it wasn't romantic; it was just that she wasn't sure if she could hold her alcohol. After all she was only 15! Quatre however seemed perfectly fine; in fact he'd driven them home with no apparent ill effects. The wine had loosened him up however, and they had to try to stop giggling as they entered the base.

"Its 11:05," Quatre whispered, which made her laugh louder, "We're late." He laughed with her. "Daddy Heero is going to be angry!"

She ssh-ed him, "What Daddy Heero doesn't know…" She laughed again all of a sudden and wrapped her arms around his slender waist. She buried her face in his neck before whispering in his ear, "Did I tell you? The whole time we've been out, I've been wondering what exactly I'm going to do with you. Candle lit dinners with wine and dancing at mysterious Italian restaurants that appear out of nowhere is just far too romantic for my taste. So I've decided."

"And what have you decided?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"I'm going to make you stop smiling," she replied sternly, "The most sickeningly romantic thing about tonight has been how you refuse to stop smiling at me."

"Well now," he said, pretending to be taken aback, "How exactly are you going to do that?" He pulled her closer to him. She inhaled the rich scent of his skin, suddenly more intoxicated by him than the wine. She felt as if she was drinking in the depths of his eyes, when she suddenly found herself staring at his mouth. She had no time to think before his smooth lips were on hers. The feel of him was incredible and she felt her knees weaken as she leaned into him. However, she was sure she'd lost all consciousness when Quatre opened her mouth with his and his tongue began exploring. The wine rushed back as he released her captive senses.

"Did you just slip me the tongue?" she laughed aloud. To her utter horror, Quatre's face paled and he really did stop smiling.

His mouth gaped open momentarily. "I'm sorry, was that too soon?" he asked, pulling the warmth of his body away from her's.

"Oh Quatre, that's not what I mean at all!" she said, sobering up suddenly, "I just didn't expect it, that's all." Somehow her comment didn't seem to help.

"Oh." He forced a smile, "Sorry, I guess I'm just a little paranoid." He kissed her forehead. "And you look like you need to go to bed."

"G'nite, Quatre," she said, wishing there was some way for her to explain why she'd laughed. But he'd already sealed off the topic.

"Night."

Quatre ran his fingers though his hair as he walked back down the hall. "Dammit, I was doing so well," he thought as he opened the door to his room

"You're late." A smoky voice emerged from his dark room.

"Uh, what?" He was dumbfounded. This was the last thing he needed.

"I heard the garage door close at 11:03," Heero replied from the pitch-black room.

Quatre suddenly felt very, very angry, which was very, very rare. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know, what should I do about it?" Heero asked in an equally cocky voice, waiting for Quatre to back down. Instead he felt a hand grab the front of his shirt.

"I think you're going to get the hell out of my room before I beat the hell out of you," Quatre practically growled. Heero's eyes hadn't adjusted to the light and Quatre had entered the room.

Heero just decided to leave. He didn't want to see the Zero system again and he had a feeling Quatre was pretty close to snapping.

He immediately went into the living room where Tizzy was stretched out on the couch in her pajamas. "Ok, what happened?" Heero said, "I just got my head bitten off by Quatre. Quatre." Tizzy groaned and put her hands over her face.

"I'm so stupid!" Heero sat down on the couch next to her. "Everything was going so perfect! But I just had to laugh!"

"Slow down, what are you talking about?" he paused, "Do I smell alcohol on you?" She blushed.

"Quatre thought it would be sweet if we had a little wine to go with the Italian and candlelight," she began, Heero inwardly wincing at the quaint image, "And when we got home, he kissed me, but…but he frenched me!"

Heero started laughing, "So wait, he got you drunk and then put his tongue down your throat? What have you done to this boy?"

"Unfortunately, I laughed at it too," she said, grimly pursing her lips.

Now Heero was practically rolling with laughter, "You did what! He kisses you for the first time and you laugh at him? That's great!"

"I was shocked!" she cried, throwing her pillow at him, "And then I tried to apologize, but he just thought I was insulting him more!" Heero thought for a moment.

"Well you kind of still are, aren't you?" he asked, "I mean, you laughed because you never would have expected that from him right?"

"Not exactly," she said, "Crap, that's totally what he thought, too."

"Then why were you laughing?"

Tizzy sighed, "You have to promise not to laugh at me then." Heero furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'll try."

Tizzy began to argue, but then decided that was probably all she was going to get from him. "Well, it's just so strange to me that Quatre is so serious about me!" she said, sighing again, "I mean we talk all the time at night and he's never once made a pass at me, or even suggested he had feelings for me. And now, he's taking me out to romantic dinners! It makes me nervous; I just don't know how to act." To her surprise, Heero did start laughing. She began hitting him, "You said you'd try not to laugh!"

"You laughed because you were nervous!" he replied, "Why didn't you just tell him that?" Tizzy blinked twice as she inwardly smacked herself.

"I was tipsy, ok!" she cried suddenly, "Besides he wouldn't let me explain."

"Well ok, listen up, cuz I hate giving advice, especially since I helped you with him before," Heero began, Tizzy turning red as she remembered her first problem with Quatre and how it had ended, "Quatre isn't very good at subtle, but he's not overzealous either. Tell him how you feel and he'll understand. As loathe as I am to actually being saying this, 'it will probably help your relationship.'"

Tizzy giggled, "Well thank you, Dr. Phil. That is good advice though; I think I will go tell him. Tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow?"

"Cuz I still feel really light-headed," she said. Heero leaned back so his back was against the couch, but his body was barely touching hers.

"You're so funny," he said, smiling at her.

"Hey, why are you so smiley?" she asked, suddenly realizing how much he'd been laughing at her. Heero looked away and shrugged. Tizzy sat up, "Oh, you're in trouble now. What's going on?"

"Do I really look happier?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes," she giggled, "now what's going on?"

"Relena is coming over tomorrow," he said, "We're gonna compare notes on a few books." Tizzy giggled more.

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Even Heero laughed a little. Tizzy thought for a moment, "Hey, why exactly did Quatre bite your head off again?" Heero smiled deviously.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Quatre chastised himself as he flopped down on his bed, "Everything was perfect. Too perfect maybe. Murphy's frigging law." He started to sigh, but as he inhaled, he smelled Tizzy's perfume. Suddenly all he could think about was the kiss itself. "Guess Murphy's law isn't done with me yet." It too had been far too perfect. The way she'd leaned into it, the feel of her body against his, the taste of her mouth… "That's it," he thought, "If I suffer, someone else can suffer with me!"

He found himself rapping softly on Trowa's door before letting himself in. "Come in," was the soft reply. He cracked the door before letting himself in. Trowa was reading, so Quatre flopped down next to him on his bed. "You know, it's your comfortable tendencies such as you just displayed that create the rumors about us," he said dryly, not looking up from 'The Scarlet Letter.'

"Yes, I do know," Quatre replied, "But you're then one who's getting lectured today not me." He rested his arm over his eyes, "In fact, I completely blame you for what happened tonight." Trowa laughed and finally set the book down.

"I'm listening," he said, "What happened and why is it my fault?"

"Its your fault because I'm not you." Trowa laughed again, but stopped when he realized Quatre wasn't laughing with him.

"Huh?"

"I've seen you do it millions of times," Quatre said, "You take them out, you bring them back, you kiss them and then well…I don't want to think about it since most of those girls I've seen you with are my sisters." Trowa's eyes widened.

"You tried to score with Tizzy?" he asked, shocked.

"Not my point!" Quatre said sitting up angrily.

"Well you're certainly being very Poe about it," the other pilot said, "Get to you're point."

Quatre sighed, "So we went to this Italian restaurant, and we had wine and candles and everything else. But when we got home, I kissed her and …she laughed at me!" Trowa was nearly dying of laughter.

"Why?" he asked, "You can't be that bad of a kisser."

"I don't think that was the reason," Quatre said grimly.

"Then the reason was…"

He pursed his lips, before replying softly, "I sort of put my tongue in her mouth…" Quatre never would have guessed Trowa's reaction.

"Really? Wow," he paused, "You really have been spending too much time with me. But why did she think that was funny?"

"Take a wild guess," he said, lying back down, "I'm obviously not the kind of guy who does things like that."

"That doesn't sound like Tizzy to me," Trowa said, furrowing his eyebrows, "Are you sure that's why?"

Quatre blushed, "Well, she didn't say that, but I just figured…she was a little bit intoxicated…dammit! Why do you have to be so right?"

"Why do you have to jump to so many conclusions?" he asked in return.

"I don't know," Quatre said running his fingers through his platinum hair, "I was so nervous…"

"And you acted hastily," Trowa replied, "Maybe Tizzy acted hastily too. Maybe you need to go talk to her."

"Maybe." Quatre decided 'maybe' didn't mean now and mulled over what Trowa had said. "Did you learn all this dating my sisters?"

Trowa smiled, "Yes, yes I did. Feel free to come to me for any kind of advice. Any kind."

"If something happens to one of them you're the first to die, you know that right?" Quatre asked, smiling at him.

"But it will have been worth it…"

"Ok, time to go talk to Tizzy now," Quatre said, feeling a little ill as he got up.

"I figured that would get you out of here," Trowa said, picking up his book.

"Does that make it a lie?" Trowa shook his head slyly, and Quatre left.

Quatre couldn't resist checking, but his fears were affirmed. Tizzy was fast asleep on the couch, and she shivered lightly. He grabbed a blanket off the arm of the couch and wrapped it around her. She smiled at his touch, and he ran his fingers through her hair. "I wish you were awake," he whispered, sitting down next to the couch, "You look so beautiful right now. I really wish I could tell you how sorry I am for not letting you explain earlier. I mean even if you were laughing at me, it wouldn't matter. I was surprised I did it too. It's so strange being with you now. I've been waiting so long to tell you how I feel; I suddenly can't remember anything I wanted to say. I had it all planned out, everything I would say and do. But all I want to do is be near you." He sighed.

"Quatre?" Tizzy asked softly. He turned to face her and paled.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked nervously.

"Since probably around 'I wish you were awake,'" she replied. She leaned in and kissed his neck, which sent shivers down Quatre's spine.

"I meant what I said," he commented suddenly.

"I know," she whispered in his ear, "And I wasn't laughing at you before." He turned his body so he was looking up at her. "I was laughing because it was so sudden. Like you said, it took us so long to get here that now that we're here, I have no idea what to do. I guess the real reason I was laughing was because it made me nervous."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to move things too quickly…"

"That's not what I mean," she laughed, "I just didn't think it would ever actually happen. You and I, kissing. Combined with the rest of tonight, it was far too surreal." Tizzy smiled down at him.

"Oh." She laced her fingers in his hair and began to massage his scalp with her fingertips. They both figured their little misunderstanding was over, so Quatre closed his eyes to enjoy her touch. "That's really distracting," he said. She started to pull her hand away, but he opened his eyes, "Don't stop, it feels good. It just makes it hard to concentrate. I mean I know we were talking about something important…"

"Was that a poorly disguised subject change?" she asked, giggling.

"Yes it was," he replied, smiling.

"Well here's another one," she said before leaning down to kiss him. This time she welcomed his tongue with her own. Her hands snaked down to his neck, and she slid off the couch so she was sitting next to him. Quatre pulled away so he could look her in the eyes. He kissed her again before getting up. He helped her up, too.

"We should go to sleep," he said shyly.

"Yeah…" She wrapped her arms around him. "But I don't want you to leave." She smiled, "Will you stay here till I fall asleep?" He nodded, yawning.

"Of course."

A/N: So yea, r/r please?