Kiss The Sky [Part Five]
Two words. Tongue hockey. Don't even ask me how it happened. One minute they were at each other's throats and the next minute, they were shoving tongues inside each other's mouths. I left them of course but the scene I witnessed before turning away was quite interesting. I didn't know how they managed to balance themselves on that wobbly chair but they sure did.
I think I should start from the beginning. Quatre came in that day decidedly grumpy. I had no idea what was bothering him and neither did Trowa. We decided it was wise not to aggravate the matter any further so we left him alone. After all, the argument the two had the day before might repeat itself, causing another ugly and bitter parting. Parting ways bitter was never a good way to end a day.
Quatre did come in the morning, apologizing profusely before gracing him with the most brilliant smile that no one could resist, not even Trowa for that matter. Everything was holding up really well before Trowa made another slip of the tongue. Another one of those comments had Quatre infuriated and before I could even bat an eyelash, Quatre was sent to the monkey cages to clean animal excrement. I would comment on the matter but I decided that I was no longer going to take sides.
While Quatre was cleaning up dung with a frown on his face, Trowa was performing a procedure with one of the younger monkeys. He was jabbing the monkey's brain with a couple of electrodes, making sure to record the results of his test. The electrodes themselves were hooked up to a computer and the steady humming of the machine was lulling. It seemed peaceful enough if not for Quatre's incessant muttering.
What eventually ticked Trowa off was the fact that his assistant, supposedly the person who was supposed to assist him, was distracting him in more than one way. After all, you didn't just poke those electrodes anywhere, you had to poke them at the right spot - the mid-temporal area specifically. That wasn't very easy when your companion was being annoyingly childish and irresistibly gorgeous at the same time.
In the end, Trowa had to return the monkey back to the cages and postpone his work at a later time, preferably when Quatre was not around. Since there was nothing more productive to do at that time, Trowa began staring at Quatre with those dagger eyes. He was a little too obvious because Quatre noticed it fairly quickly.
"What? Am I not cleaning it up right? Should I use my bare hands?" Quatre asked in anger, all the while cleaning up the cages and not making a move to face him. He must have felt like he was being watched which was true at that time.
By then, Trowa had lost all reason, unable to think up ways to satiate the angered assistant. From the looks of it, he was too tired to argue any more than they did earlier. Instead of going on another heated debate, he went to his desk and retrieved a slip of paper. He stood up and proceeded to Quatre, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.
"What?" Quatre asked, finally turning to face Trowa.
Trowa handed him the piece of paper and then sighed.
"Could I possibly redeem this at this time?" he said. That was clever. I almost forgot about the coupon.
Quatre laughed at that and then shoved Trowa to his chair before giving him that back massage. Yes, I did say back massage. It was a back massage and nothing more. It seemed safe enough to leave for a bit because I wanted to get myself a snack of some sort or even just a drink. Needless to say, when I returned, the back massage turned into the beginnings of a make-out session.
Good Lord. I leave for a few minutes and all of a sudden Trowa had his assistant straddling him, on the chair, shoving his tongue in his mouth in what looked like a tongue infiltration session. Trowa was holding on to the arms of the chair while Quatre was keeping himself steady by grabbing the back of it. With one stem and three tiny wheels, I had no idea how the chair held up for so long.
Yup, I ended up outside drinking my orange juice and getting really bored with the sounds coming from inside his lab. It looked like it was going to be a long day, for me at least. I decided that napping was going to be the best alternative - napping outside of course.
As I closed my eyes I heard footsteps coming toward the laboratory. It was faint at first but when I finally realized it, it was too late. A young lady was already knocking on the door, just about ready to enter. I was almost made it in time but I was too late. Before I could even utter a word, I saw her enter, drop her things and let out a fairly loud gasp of surprise. I guess that was the last thing she expected to see upon entering.
"Oh my god," she said, still shocked.
"I know. Tell me about it," I said, not believing it myself. I wasn't about to leave her alone and uncomfortable. I peered back in the room to see how much the two had progressed. Fortunately for the two of us waiting outside, they were still on the chair and still fully dressed. There was only one small change. Trowa's hand was heading for Quatre's behind. Damn! I didn't know he had it in him.
Quatre was the first to look up, finally realizing that there were people at the door. He didn't act one bit surprised but he did get off the chair to approach his newest visitor.
"May I help you?" he asked. He didn't look annoyed nor did he sound embarrassed considering the situation they were in. I guess years in business taught him to keep a straight face when necessary.
"I was... I was asked to..."
I was pretty sure she wasn't asked to stare at Trowa but she was. I looked at him and found something out of the ordinary. He still was on the chair, holding on to the arms. He looked so relaxed that he no longer cared. So that was what he needed!
"I was asked to come to Dr. Barton for help with my newest research," the woman said, finally able to compose herself although I couldn't say much for Trowa. "I was told that he was the leading expert in this field. Are you Dr. Barton?"
"No but I am his assistant. I might be able to help you. Would you like to come in?"
She nodded and did step in all the while staring at Trowa's satisfied and almost blissful state. Sure it was awkward at first but I was amazed at how well Quatre handled the situation. He got her in and out in no time. She was grateful for the help and I was grateful that it was Quatre who handled her. Trowa would have just spouted something off his extensive vocabulary list, leaving her even more confused than when she first came in. Besides, Quatre was more motivating. Trowa was more degrading.
I think by the end of that talk, playtime was over and Quatre was ready to leave for work. Trowa was still oblivious but all he needed was a little jolt. Quatre went back toward him to give him a lengthy open-mouthed kiss before grabbing his jacket.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said and didn't wait for Trowa to protest before he left.
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The two of us were back at the cafe waiting for Catherine the following day. She called earlier to tell us that she was going to come by with Jules. It seemed she was more preoccupied with him and felt a little guilty for not attending to her brother more often than she used to. It had been a little over a week since we last saw her. It didn't bother Trowa because while he did miss her constant checking, she deserved some time for herself. That meant that we were going to stay there longer than usual. There was much to talk about especially since Trowa acquired his assistant, or rather, his new make-out partner.
"So, how's my little brother?" Catherine asked, coming in with Jules.
They sat across from Trowa as he nodded in response.
"How does it feel like to boss around a billion dollar man?" Jules asked. There were just too many questions at once. That was the problem with not having enough contact.
Trowa decided that he didn't want to answer that particular question so he sipped his coffee.
"Trowa, you look upset."
He looked up to Catherine to quell her suspicion. There was no need to worry her when the reason for his silence was nothing more than a silly daydream. Indeed, he was somewhere else. I'd never seen the look before but I was pretty sure what it meant. His eyes were glazed over and he looked like he was in la-la land.
"It's called love, Kathy," Jules interrupted, receiving a look of warning from Trowa.
"Trowa! Why didn't you tell me about it?"
It was quite entertaining to watch. Trowa was in a really tight spot and he had no idea how to answer the question.
"Is it your assistant?"
With nothing but questions, the two were able to corner him. They didn't even need answers because it was all in his look.
"Aww, Trowa. You should introduce him to me. Jules mentioned something about the guy being the big boss and all those boring details but I want to hear it from you."
Trowa looked embarrassed and he certainly wasn't about to confirm something he wasn't sure about - at least not yet. So, Trowa did the only thing he could think of. He treated the subject with indifference.
"It's nothing of great importance," he said. "My assistant is nothing but a nuisance. I suggest that we talk about something else."
"C'mon Trowa. He can't be that bad. He's such a great boss after all," Jules said, almost challenging him to evade the questions.
"He's just a child."
The moment he said that, he felt someone stand close to him from behind, whispering something almost inaudible so close to his ear.
"My employees won't respect me if you tell them that."
Trowa turned his head to find Quatre behind him, dressed to kill with a smile on his face. I couldn't tell if Trowa was in trouble at that point but he sure looked fearful for a moment.
"Jules, I see you brought such a lovely lady with you. May I have your name?"
Catherine was surprised to find such a suave, good-looking gentleman and almost blushed at the thought. Meanwhile, Trowa had a look of disbelief on his face.
"Catherine," she said.
Quatre picked up her hand delicately and laid a kiss on top of it.
"It was a pleasure to meet you Catherine."
"Mr. Winner, she's actually Trowa's brother," Jules interjected and Quatre looked at the aforementioned brother.
"Ah, I see good looks run in the family," he said, winking at Trowa. "If you will excuse me Catherine, gentlemen. I just had to make a quick run for some coffee before a meeting. I do hope you forgive my abrupt departure. Perhaps we could arrange another meeting at a more appropriate time?"
"Sure Mr. Winner. I'll set up something."
Quatre made a quick stop at the counter for his coffee and left with a nod to everybody. Trowa stood as he saw the door close.
"Trowa?" Catherine asked, concerned that something was wrong with her brother. "Is there anything wrong?"
"Excuse me," he said and then left through the door.
He walked a couple of steps before he was able to spot Quatre entering a building. With a quick dash and a tap on the other's back, Trowa was able to get his attention. Quatre turned around and was surprised to see him there.
"Why can't you be more mature around me when you're perfectly pleasant around other people?" were the first words that came out of Trowa's mouth. He didn't know why but it just came out. I actually had the same thing in mind.
"Trowa, I'm going to be late," Quatre said, giving him an apologetic smile. "I'll talk to you later, ok?"
Trowa watched as Quatre entered the building in a hurry. I tapped Trowa on the back to remind him that Catherine was still waiting for us at the cafe. He didn't seem to notice and just continued to stare at the large glass doors that lead to the inside of the building. After a few more minutes of silence, he finally said something.
"I won't survive the weekend without seeing him."