Summary: Trowa reflects on his relationship with Quatre
Pairings: 3 x 4
Warnings: BL (as if it wasn't obvious by now), sap
A/N: I actually got this idea from a customer who misspoke herself. We all laughed but then I thought about how deep the slip could be…
30-Day Challenge: Day 22
The Sun Shines at Night
A young man entered the limo, smile fading as he collapsed into his seat.
"Rough day?"
Quatre whirled around with his hand over his chest. "Trowa!" he gasped. "You startled me!"
Trowa gave the blonde one of the soft smiles reserved for times when they were alone. "I'm sorry I scared you."
Quatre smiled. "That's okay." He leaned back into his seat. "And yes, it has been a long day. Mark is being difficult about reaching an agreement for this merger."
Trowa nodded and patted the space beside him. Quatre slid over with a grin and leaned into the taller man. "Rest," Trowa said gently. Quatre nodded and slid his eyes shut.
Green eyes drank in the image of Quatre's pale face, eyes closed with a soft smile on his lips. Soon Trowa felt his breath even out, a telltale sign that the blonde had fallen asleep. He shifted slightly so he could comfortably cradle the man he loved.
There were few moments that the couple got to enjoy these quiet times. As the head of Winner Corporation, Quatre's life was always hectic. Trowa's was just as busy since he had elected himself to be Quatre's number one body guard. He worked closely with the maugaunics to ensure the young CEO's safety. Sometimes that meant very late nights pouring over details of possible threats with Rashid. Often the couple would go days without a chance for real conversation, their only time together late at night when both were too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
Trowa fought the edges of his own tiredness to enjoy the rare moment. He brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen over Quatre's eyes. He always believed his love to be the image of an angel. His blonde hair framed his face like a halo, and his blue eyes could reach into Trowa's soul like nothing before. Quatre had brought a light into his life, and once there it could not be dislodged.
The limo came to a stop and broke the man out of his reverie. He heard the driver's door open and close before his own door was carefully opened. Trowa looked up and placed a finger over his lips. The chauffer nodded and opened the door as widely as possible. Trowa skillfully eased out of the car before pulling Quatre into his arms, carrying the blonde bridal-style.
"Wha—?" Quatre started, shifting.
"Hush, little one," Trowa said. "We're home. Go back to sleep."
Quatre muttered something unintelligible before his eyelids fluttered closed.
Trowa nodded to the driver and carried Quatre up the pathway to the door. Though the way was lit by lamps, the man was sure he didn't need any artificial light as long as he had Quatre.
