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A GW fan fic: Not A Good Idea
By Stargem
Author's notes: The long
awaited sequel to Quiet Time! @_@ I hope it lives up to everyone's
expectations… Beta-ed by Reishin ^_^
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Night had fallen, and the world drifted in happy oblivion
as guests in the realm of the Sandman. The moon rose, proud and full in the sky
as it cast a pale silver sheen over the rippling waters of Lake Eldwene. A
crisp breeze rustled through the bushes, tugging free dead leaves to be whirled
away in spiralling eddies. The rustling became more pronounced as the moonlight
glinted off a blond head.
"Trowa," Quatre hissed frantically, "The
bush won't let me go!"
"Shhhhh."
Okay, so not everyone was blissfully unconscious in their
respective beds.
"Don't move - I'll just pull it back-"
A sharp crack reverberated through the peaceful night like
a rifle shot. Heavy silence reigned for a while.
"If anyone catches us, you're going to be bonding with
the couch for the next week," Quatre muttered.
"It's the middle of the night, Quatre. Everyone's
asleep."
"*We* aren't…"
"Well, yes. But we will be when we get back." The
bushes shook for a moment before the dishevelled brunette stuck his head out.
With a grimace, Trowa picked out a few dead leaves from his hair. "Okay,
so dumping our clothes in the lake was not such a good idea."
"Extremely," Quatre agreed before sneezing.
"Are you cold?" Trowa tramped through the
concealing underbrush towards his peeved lover and wrapped his arms around the
slight body. "You're shivering."
"I'll make some nice hot tea later. *After* I
get some clothes."
Trowa shifted his hold, pushing back slightly to look into
Quatre's eyes. "You're mad at me."
"No, I'm not!" There was an expectant pause as
Trowa continued to gaze into blue eyes. "Well, a little… annoyed, maybe.
But we *did* have fun annnmrrhhh."
Quatre broke the kiss first, having gone in without taking
a breath. "You have *weird* ideas about ideal kissing moments,
Barton."
Trowa lifted a brow, a slow smile curving his lips.
"Oh? And what about the time when you mmpgghhmmm."
When they finally broke the lip lock, they were both
panting for air and… other things.
Just as the young men were about to explore the… other
things, a young female voice suddenly chirped beside them, "Isn't the moon
beautiful, darling?"
The Gundam pilots
froze and prayed to the Powers that Be that they would remain unseen even as
they shrank down beneath their meagre cover. Become the bush. Become the land.
Blend - that was the key.
A male voice answered the first, "Not half as
beautiful as you, buttercup."
"Darling!" A squeal of delight was followed by a
loud thump and a grunt. Presumably, the star-crossed lovers were sharing a
loving embrace. "I love you."
"Not as much as I love you."
"I love you more." There was a hint of challenge
in the woman's voice.
"No, *I* love you more."
"No - I do. Love you more, I mean."
Still hidden, Quatre gave Trowa an incredulous stare. The
solemn green gaze that met his communicated tacit agreement - these people were
nutcases.
"Will you stop arguing with me?!"
"You started it!"
"Ooooh - why you - you jerk!" Perky sounded as
though she was getting upset. "I profess to you my undying love, and this
is the thanks I get?"
Trowa motioned for Quatre to start edging back. Crab-style,
they began crawling out of the general vicinity of what was fast becoming a
horribly clichéd version of a lovers' tiff, commonly found in badly written
soaps. Things went smoothly as they scurried through the maze, pausing
occasionally to pick weeds and pebbles from between their toes and comfort each
other in the event of a scratch from a nasty branch or stubbed foot. The raised
voices of the man and woman faded in the distance, much to the relief of both
Gundam pilots. However, they quickly ran into another problem.
"Trowa, there aren't any bushes to hide in past this
point."
Raking his fingers through his tangled bangs, Trowa
pondered upon the problem. Eventually, his eyes slid down into the mud puddle
just before their feet. He then looked at the surrounding vegetation. His gaze
settled last on Quatre who blinked at him.
"I have an idea," the green-eyed boy said.
***
"This is ridiculous!"
"It's not that bad, Quatre."
"I'm wearing a skirt made from twigs, leaves and mud.
What's 'not that bad' about that?! This is not a good idea."
"We can crawl back to the lake and wash it off if you feel
that strongly about it."
There was a sullen pause. "Never mind. I don't want to
go near to that couple from earlier."
Trowa kissed his lover's forehead in apology, feeling him
soften. "You can have a long, hot soak afterwards."
"With you?" Quatre asked shyly, his peevishness melting
under the tender gesture. He took the taller boy's hand, wrapping his fingers
around it.
The pilot of Heavyarms smiled at him. "If you
want." They exchanged another quick kiss - for luck. Letting out a breath,
Trowa asked, "Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Quatre mumbled,
eyeing the open space beyond the bushes with a vast lack of enthusiasm.
Trowa had no ready reply for that and simply squeezed his
hand before leading him out with cautious steps. Like nervous deer, they
scanned the surrounding area, prepared to dive back into cover at any signs of
potential human spectators. Nothing moved as they stood close together, sharing
warmth. Finally, Trowa gave a little tug on the blonde's hand - now or never.
They sprinted away from the tempting shelter of the bushes and into the city's
streets.
***
"And then you WHAT?" Duo fell off the couch.
"We weren't expecting to run into those teenagers
holding a late night racing contest," Quatre admitted, red-faced.
"They were pretty understanding… even if they *were* laughing their
heads off. At least we got a ride home."
"Let me get this straight." Duo leaned forward,
his braid pooling in his lap after getting back on the couch. "You went to
the lake, chucked your clothes, slapped mud and assorted vegetation on
your-"
Quatre coughed.
"…right. Then you accidentally eavesdrop on Romeo and
Juliet rejects, ran through the city practically naked, got chased by a cop and
a roving pack of stray dogs, hitched a ride with a motorcycle gang, crawled
into the house through the window having lost the keys and gave Wu-chan a
spectacular nosebleed when your… costumes fell apart on the way to the
bathroom."
"That's… about it." Quatre squirmed in his seat,
unable to look up while Trowa placed a firm hand on top of his own to prevent
him from shredding the cushion. It was noted that they both shared the exact
same tint of red in their cheeks.
Duo's mouth twitched as he bent his head, his bangs falling
over his eyes.
Quatre frowned. "Duo?" He rose from his seat and
approached the Deathscythe pilot cautiously. "Duo?"
The faint tremors running through the Braided One's body
was suddenly released in an ear-splitting howl as Duo landed on the carpet with
a loud thump, tears of mirth running from his eyes. Quatre jumped back with a
little cry of surprise, taking a moment to recover his composure. His mouth
firmed even as colour rose in his cheeks again.
"Duo…" Quatre began.
"Mud and leaves! Bwahahaha!"
Sky blue eyes narrowed, flicking over to Trowa who was doing
his level best to blend in with the decor.
Needless to say, Trowa spent the rest of the week bonding
with the couch.
~ Owari
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(© April 2001 by Stargem)
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