Warnings: Yaoi, 3x4. Don't read if this upsets you. I do not own Gundam Wing, or anything having to do with it.
Notes: This part is 3x4.
Counting Stars
Part 1: Stars Fade In Sunlight
Quatre woke up next to a warm body, Trowa. He turned to look at him, and saw Trowa already staring at him.
"I love you, Trowa," Quatre said, softly.
Trowa smiled ever-so-slightly in return. Then, as he knew how important words could be for Quatre, he repeated them back.
"I love you," he responded.
It had been three months since they had first shared a bed. Since then, every morning after(of which there had been many), Trowa had slipped back into his own room or his own bed.
Three months. This realization hit Quatre, and he frowned.
Like a dusty mirror, Trowa's own expression darkened, "What's wrong, Quatre?"
"I think. . ." Quatre started, "I think it's time to tell them. I don't want to hide this anymore."
Trowa stared at his lover a moment before responding, "All right, Quatre," after all, it had never been his decision to hide it. At least not from the other pilots. Heero wouldn't care, Duo would tease them-but when had he ever cared about that?- and Wufei would take it as a weakness, and maybe rant a little, but he'd get over it.
So Trowa didn't mind. But for now. . .
Quatre wasn't surprised when Trowa kissed him. As the kiss deepened, though, he was very pleased.
When Trowa and Quatre came out of their room holding hands, Duo was the first to notice.
Duo gave a noise that sounded vaguely like "eep," and spilled his coffee on his lap.
Heero looked up at the sound of Duo's long and skillful string of obscenities. He noted the spilled coffee with something nearing amusement before spotting Quatre and Trowa.
Hmmm. . .
He then closed his laptop and folded his hands on the table. This had some potential to be very amusing. Spending so much time with Duo had given him a rather dark sense of humor.
Wufei, noting with some surprise that Heero had closed his laptop looked up from the book he was reading. When he noticed the couple, he gave a slight, tense cough. This was not going to be pleasant. He set his book down. They were obviously here to announce something, um, important.
Once his pants had started to cool, Duo sat down again. It wasn't the hand-holding that had shocked him; he'd known something was going on. But they sure looked sweaty. And Quatre looked very, very pleased with himself. Trowa looked smug. He had an odd quirk in his eyebrow that wasn't generally seen. Except, maybe, by someone he was about to kill.
Quatre looked at the other three pilots in amusement. They all looked like they were waiting for their teacher to give them a lecture. Especially Wufei, who looked preemptively angry. Quatre had been against coming out(literally and figuratively) in this state, and holding hands. But it was worth it. This was the right way. Even if they didn't say anything, the other pilots would know. There was no backing out now.
"Erm," Quatre began. There was no point getting help from Trowa in the talking department. He'd have to do this himself. But the constant pressure on his hand, if a little sweaty, was good for reminding him that he was not alone.
"Erm. . .," he repeated. Dammit, he should have thought about what he was actually going to say before he came to say it.
Duo, sensing a crisis, jumped up from his chair, "Hey Quatre, Trowa, congrats! I thought something was going on!" All eyes were on him now.
"You did?" Quatre asked, surprised. They had been so careful.
Heero spoke up now, "I noticed something, as well," this was getting very interesting, but his laptop beckoned. Check for missions. . . it intoned. He complied.
Heero knew?
Wufei cleared his throat, "Of course we knew. But that's no reason to tell us about it. There are some things that should be kept private, especially-,"
Duo interrupted him, "You saw it too, Wufei? I thought I was the only one. Jesus, guys," he was now addressing the lovers, "if even Heero and Wufei noticed, you could've been a little more discreet. I can't even count how many times I've seen Trowa wandering around the hallways late at night. And the walls on our last safe house were kind of thin. . . I didn't really know until I heard-,"
"Thank you for your support, Duo," Quatre stepped in. He really did not want to know what Duo had heard.
Wufei seemed to agree. It was the breakfast table, after all.
"No problem, Quatre."
Wufei thought about their last safe house. It had been rather noisy during the night. He had been hoping Quatre had just really needed Trowa to help him move his furniture. A lot.
Quatre smiled at Trowa. This had gone much better than he'd thought it would.
Still smiling, he kissed Trowa gently. Trowa protested slightly, they were in front of people, but not for long. They didn't notice when Wufei turned bright red and buried his face in his book. Or when Duo pushed them out of the room, telling them to get a room. They followed his advice, though.
Just don't think about it, Wufei thought, thereby ignoring his own warning.
Duo snickered. Wufei had looked like he was going to hemorrhage for a moment there. This was looking to be a good day.