Quatre In Wonderland: Epilogue
Pairings: 3x4, 1x2
Warnings: limey goodness, fluff
Note: I decided to end this fic with a round of semi-lime and fluff. Why? Because every humorous fic should end with a bout of fluff. I just added the lime in for good measure. *grin* The lime is tame, however, folks. It's the first time I've actually tried to do a lime, so don't hurt me...
"Where exactly do you live, Trowa?" Quatre asked, as the two walked side by side, hand in hand.
"It's nothing special," Trowa muttered. "Just a little cottage type thing. Yeah know, the average fairy-tale type of house."
The blonde smiled. "It's big enough for two, right?"
"Of course," the other said grinning along with his significant other. "After all, I wouldn't have it any other way."
Quatre sighed and let Trowa led him to his house. Or rather their house, seeing as they would be sharing a house now. Quatre knew that if his sisters ever found out about any of this, they would each have a panic attack. Not like he cared, mind you. He was incredibly happy with Trowa. He was even more happy with what was in store for them.
As they rounded the corner out of the Helpful Forest, Quatre noticed a tiny, cute little cottage.
"Is that your house?" Quatre asked curiously, admiring the brick chimney from afar.
Trowa nodded. "Yes, it is, Quat; however, it'd be better said if you stated it as our house."
Quatre grinned at his newfound lover. He just knew that they were going to be so happy together.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Trowa?" Quatre asked, as his fingers danced across the cloth of the chair he was sitting in.
"Yes?" Trowa asked, looking over at the blonde as he made them dinner.
"I was just wondering what you did about clothes and stuff. I don't really think that Wonderland is the type of place to have stores, is it?"
"Well, no. I've always made my clothes," Trowa stated simply, stirring the rice he was cooking.
"You make all of them?" Quatre asked in surprise.
"Yeah. Is it really that surprising?" the brunette asked with a chuckle.
"It's just...I never knew anyone who's made all of their clothes."
"Don't be silly, Quat. It's not that hard, really. Besides, if you're worried about it, I can just make some for you. I'll have to take your measurements first, though," Trowa finished, a sly look on his face.
Turning a light shade of pink, Quatre got up from the chair, and went to stand near the taller boy.
"You can take my measurements anytime," he muttered sweetly.
"I'll take you up on that offer," Trowa said, leaning over to kiss the blonde. "For now, dinner's ready. We're both famished. We should get more energy so we can stay up late enough for measuring tonight."
Giggling, Quatre took a seat the table, as Trowa set down the prepared food. They ate a tad quickly, you see, since both knew about the plans for later. Both agreed that they needed to take immediate action.
"That was really good, Trowa," Quatre purred, putting his dish in the sink. "Are you going to get out your measuring tape now?"
Trowa grinned broadly, taking the blonde's hand and pulling him along. "The bedroom is this way," he muttered for an explanation.
"The bedroom? And I thought that you had a clean mind, Trowa..."
"You're the one who wants me to get out my measuring tape...."
Quatre nodded, as he sat down on the bed. "You're right. So, are you going to get it out?"
Trowa nodded in reply. "You have to take of your clothes first," he explained, his eyes filled with passion. "It's so much easier to measure that way."
"Okay then, why don't you do it for me?"
Moving beside Quatre on the bed, Trowa placed his hand on the blonde's cheek. "You're positive that you want to do this so soon?"
Quatre couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. "Of course I'm sure, Trowa. Why, you're not having any doubts, are you?"
Trowa shook his head as his hand moved up to run his fingers through the blonde's hair. "No, I'm not. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't."
Quatre leaned against Trowa's shoulder. "Okay, then, if neither of us are having doubts, then shouldn't we just move along already?" he asked with a slight tone of impatience.
Trowa smiled at the other's eagerness to begin. "Well, whatever you say, Quat."
Trowa's hand glided over the front of Quatre's pants, causing the smaller boy to moan softly.
"And to think that you had everyone fooled that you were innocent," Trowa murmured, kissing the blonde's neck while undoing his pants.
"I never claimed to be innocent, Trowa," Quatre muttered. "You concluded that by yourself."
Trowa smiled softly, as he removed the clothing that covered the lower part of Quatre's body.
"I suppose I did, but you're the one who's always blushing."
"Is it normal to talk while you're doing this?" Quatre questioned, as Trowa's hands went dangerously close to one of the most sensitive parts of his body.
"No, probably not. Why?"
"Just wondering..." the other trailed off, leaning back further into the pillows as he let Trowa take full advantage of his body.
Then, as the passion grew stronger, and Trowa was about to undress himself, a knocking was heard upon his cottage door.
"Dammit!" Trowa growled, glaring at the door that wasn't even visible from his room. "It's Duo."
"How do you know?" Quatre asked, getting comfy under the blankets.
"He's going to borrow sugar."
Quatre blinked. "What?"
"Some kinky masturbating thing, probably. He always borrows sugar on this night of the week."
Quatre cringed. "That's creepy."
"I just don't want to know what he plans on doing with it now that he has Heero."
Quatre cringed again.
Trowa gave him a kiss. "I'll be back in five minutes. Promise."
Quatre smiled at him. "Okay. I don't mind waiting."
Grumbling, Trowa walked out to the front door and opened it. There, stood Duo, as expected.
"Hey, Tro."
"Sugar?"
"Sugar? Why would I want sugar?" Duo asked frowning.
"For your kinky masturbating, or rather kinky sex."
"Oh! No. Heero likes honey better."
Trowa just blinked, and got the honey for Duo.
"You were trying to get laid by blondie, weren't you?" Duo grinned, as he was handed the honey.
"Yes. Now get the fuck out of here!" Trowa growled, closing the door.
"Good luck!"
Trowa grumbled a little bit more, then went to check on Quatre. Who just happened to be asleep...
Trowa sighed heavily, but decided what would be best. He undressed, got into bed, and snuggled with the boy, that he had found in the field of daisies, of his dreams.
*grr* I can't write lemons! I'm sorry! *sigh*
*gag* That is incredibly sappy! Be proud of me! The ending is awful, I know, but aren't most fairy-tale endings...
Anyway, please review! I'll love you forever!
~Bubble
Pairings: 3x4, 1x2
Warnings: limey goodness, fluff
Note: I decided to end this fic with a round of semi-lime and fluff. Why? Because every humorous fic should end with a bout of fluff. I just added the lime in for good measure. *grin* The lime is tame, however, folks. It's the first time I've actually tried to do a lime, so don't hurt me...
"Where exactly do you live, Trowa?" Quatre asked, as the two walked side by side, hand in hand.
"It's nothing special," Trowa muttered. "Just a little cottage type thing. Yeah know, the average fairy-tale type of house."
The blonde smiled. "It's big enough for two, right?"
"Of course," the other said grinning along with his significant other. "After all, I wouldn't have it any other way."
Quatre sighed and let Trowa led him to his house. Or rather their house, seeing as they would be sharing a house now. Quatre knew that if his sisters ever found out about any of this, they would each have a panic attack. Not like he cared, mind you. He was incredibly happy with Trowa. He was even more happy with what was in store for them.
As they rounded the corner out of the Helpful Forest, Quatre noticed a tiny, cute little cottage.
"Is that your house?" Quatre asked curiously, admiring the brick chimney from afar.
Trowa nodded. "Yes, it is, Quat; however, it'd be better said if you stated it as our house."
Quatre grinned at his newfound lover. He just knew that they were going to be so happy together.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Trowa?" Quatre asked, as his fingers danced across the cloth of the chair he was sitting in.
"Yes?" Trowa asked, looking over at the blonde as he made them dinner.
"I was just wondering what you did about clothes and stuff. I don't really think that Wonderland is the type of place to have stores, is it?"
"Well, no. I've always made my clothes," Trowa stated simply, stirring the rice he was cooking.
"You make all of them?" Quatre asked in surprise.
"Yeah. Is it really that surprising?" the brunette asked with a chuckle.
"It's just...I never knew anyone who's made all of their clothes."
"Don't be silly, Quat. It's not that hard, really. Besides, if you're worried about it, I can just make some for you. I'll have to take your measurements first, though," Trowa finished, a sly look on his face.
Turning a light shade of pink, Quatre got up from the chair, and went to stand near the taller boy.
"You can take my measurements anytime," he muttered sweetly.
"I'll take you up on that offer," Trowa said, leaning over to kiss the blonde. "For now, dinner's ready. We're both famished. We should get more energy so we can stay up late enough for measuring tonight."
Giggling, Quatre took a seat the table, as Trowa set down the prepared food. They ate a tad quickly, you see, since both knew about the plans for later. Both agreed that they needed to take immediate action.
"That was really good, Trowa," Quatre purred, putting his dish in the sink. "Are you going to get out your measuring tape now?"
Trowa grinned broadly, taking the blonde's hand and pulling him along. "The bedroom is this way," he muttered for an explanation.
"The bedroom? And I thought that you had a clean mind, Trowa..."
"You're the one who wants me to get out my measuring tape...."
Quatre nodded, as he sat down on the bed. "You're right. So, are you going to get it out?"
Trowa nodded in reply. "You have to take of your clothes first," he explained, his eyes filled with passion. "It's so much easier to measure that way."
"Okay then, why don't you do it for me?"
Moving beside Quatre on the bed, Trowa placed his hand on the blonde's cheek. "You're positive that you want to do this so soon?"
Quatre couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. "Of course I'm sure, Trowa. Why, you're not having any doubts, are you?"
Trowa shook his head as his hand moved up to run his fingers through the blonde's hair. "No, I'm not. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't."
Quatre leaned against Trowa's shoulder. "Okay, then, if neither of us are having doubts, then shouldn't we just move along already?" he asked with a slight tone of impatience.
Trowa smiled at the other's eagerness to begin. "Well, whatever you say, Quat."
Trowa's hand glided over the front of Quatre's pants, causing the smaller boy to moan softly.
"And to think that you had everyone fooled that you were innocent," Trowa murmured, kissing the blonde's neck while undoing his pants.
"I never claimed to be innocent, Trowa," Quatre muttered. "You concluded that by yourself."
Trowa smiled softly, as he removed the clothing that covered the lower part of Quatre's body.
"I suppose I did, but you're the one who's always blushing."
"Is it normal to talk while you're doing this?" Quatre questioned, as Trowa's hands went dangerously close to one of the most sensitive parts of his body.
"No, probably not. Why?"
"Just wondering..." the other trailed off, leaning back further into the pillows as he let Trowa take full advantage of his body.
Then, as the passion grew stronger, and Trowa was about to undress himself, a knocking was heard upon his cottage door.
"Dammit!" Trowa growled, glaring at the door that wasn't even visible from his room. "It's Duo."
"How do you know?" Quatre asked, getting comfy under the blankets.
"He's going to borrow sugar."
Quatre blinked. "What?"
"Some kinky masturbating thing, probably. He always borrows sugar on this night of the week."
Quatre cringed. "That's creepy."
"I just don't want to know what he plans on doing with it now that he has Heero."
Quatre cringed again.
Trowa gave him a kiss. "I'll be back in five minutes. Promise."
Quatre smiled at him. "Okay. I don't mind waiting."
Grumbling, Trowa walked out to the front door and opened it. There, stood Duo, as expected.
"Hey, Tro."
"Sugar?"
"Sugar? Why would I want sugar?" Duo asked frowning.
"For your kinky masturbating, or rather kinky sex."
"Oh! No. Heero likes honey better."
Trowa just blinked, and got the honey for Duo.
"You were trying to get laid by blondie, weren't you?" Duo grinned, as he was handed the honey.
"Yes. Now get the fuck out of here!" Trowa growled, closing the door.
"Good luck!"
Trowa grumbled a little bit more, then went to check on Quatre. Who just happened to be asleep...
Trowa sighed heavily, but decided what would be best. He undressed, got into bed, and snuggled with the boy, that he had found in the field of daisies, of his dreams.
*grr* I can't write lemons! I'm sorry! *sigh*
*gag* That is incredibly sappy! Be proud of me! The ending is awful, I know, but aren't most fairy-tale endings...
Anyway, please review! I'll love you forever!
~Bubble