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/Thoughtage/ "Speakage" **Authorage**
Chapter 3: The Next Day / Quatre's Point of View
/Damn. Not again./ I look down at my stubbed toe and rub it absentmindedly. /I wonder how long it's going to take Tro to ask me out?/ Grinning wickedly, I decide to happen upon the sleeping man as he once did to me. Settling lightly on his stomach, I tease him just enough to get him to moan slightly and continue to be under the haziness of sleep. /Don't think that's going to wake him up, we'll let's try something else/ Licking down his throat, hungrily biting and sucking, the Q-Tiger strikes again. As evil as this may seem, he deserves it in my eyes for dinner last night and for the way he woke me up. /Not like you minded anyways/ Telling not so nicely to my little voice to but out this time, I gently purr his name in his ear. A moan and a murmur comes out of his mouth, and I bite his earlobe to try and make him repeat it. The end result was one of the most comical I have ever seen out of Trowa in my life. Wide eyes, as big as saucers, abruptly pop open and his even breathing has stopped for a few seconds. I pull his arms above his head, thankfully he's still a little disorientated with his nap and all. I kiss him hungrily again, and the eyes just seem to get impossibly wider. /lick for a lick; nibble for a nibble/ Backing off him I see his mind actually registering what had happened..that it wasn't a dream.that I am here.and you know what he does? He pushes me off the bed. A harsh pain in my side and a loud thump later, I see Trowa worriedly leaning over the bed asking if I'm alright. /of course I am idiot, way to spoil a mood/ I grin up at him weakly, but the pain in my side increases in my eyes water slightly. Not even looking at me another moment longer, he lifts me effortlessly and has a small icepack on my side. /wow..speedy service.oh god..no sick thoughts.no sick thoughts/ Not being able to resist, that one image plops into my head and finds it rather cozy, so it decides to stay there. Realizing how much of an effect that said image is having onto my body, I push away the questing hands in search of any other injuries I may have. I look into his eyes filled with worry and smile. "I'm fine, mom. Now get off me. You just pushed rather hard that's all." Now his face showed something faintly of regret but covered it quickly. Trowa, ever the gentleman, got up from the bed and sat in the nearby chair. /Get back over here! Get back in bed!!/ I was screaming at him..but of course.he wasn't listening. He just silently pulled his mask into place, and that hurt me more than anything. /I'm you're best friend Trowa, why do you still have to wear that awful mask?/ "Are you alright?" was the tense question from the chair.. "I'm fine..like I told you. But your damn masks is going to make me cry soon." It wasn't meant really for Trowa to hear, but once voiced, his face became anxious and worried again. "What mask?" "The one you always wear when something's bothering you.like now." "Oh." The response to that sentence was said at the same time by saying the others' name. As they realized the coincidence, Quatre gave a small laugh /Could this be it? I'm a wishin, and a hopin, and a praying, and a begging/. Trowa looked tense for a moment, and looked really concerned. He approached the bed with caution, as if I were a dangerous animal **Tiger..like I said** /Oh, I'm not going to bite, hard anyway/. Pensively looking into my eyes, a hopeful expression was mixed in, as I smiled and got red. /Damn those genes!! Damn Damn Damn them!!!/ He smiled broadly again this time, and hesitantly brushed a stray hair back from my face and put it behind my ear. /lower, lowwwer/. He started off shaky, but as he went on, his talking was rushed.the most I've ever seen him talk actually.. "Quatre, I was wondering, if it's not a big deal or anything, which it's not, I was wondering if we could go for a movie sometime. We usually do that with the guys anyway, but I was thinking more one on one, if you want after I could take you to dinner. I mean, if you've already got something planned or you don't want to go, it's okay it's not like my feelings are hurt or anything. I was just wondering if we could . /SHUT UP!!!/ My body took over before I would have my Trowa dead in a strangled position. The kiss was a reassuring one, and its sole purpose was to make sure Trowa knew that I wanted to go on that date, /and the bed and another date, and the bed again/. His shoulders relaxed greatly and gently returned the kiss. We broke it, and I smiled back at him. "Now, how bout tonight oh Suave Lover?" Trowa turned bright red at this and I gave him a kiss on the nose. "You know, it makes me want you even more.yes indeed." A smirk emitted from the usual blank face of Trowa Barton. He agreed, and we decided to meet at the local Italian restaurant for some mean all-you-can-eat pasta and breadstick night. /This Date HAS to be perfect/ I thought determinedly. I WILL make this work..even if it kills me. /You sound like Relena dear, do stop at once/ **EEEEE!!! NOOOOOO! DIE RELENA DIE!!!!** I pondered what to wear, and I was in to shock and please.of course.go to Duo. In which I found him absentmindedly tinkering with some parts. Of course he jumped to help out, and lent me a whole manner of things. He had old leather pants, and threw them out to me as I awkwardly caught it along with some black and silver eyeliner. Duo did the make up./of course/ and I had to say myself..with my skin tight leather pants.. "slap happy" pants as Duo so cheerily informed me as well as the fact that I had to go commando./you know you like it/ A decisive wink and a smirk appeared on my face as I pulled on my black mesh shirt.the one in the back of my closet.you know THAT kind of shirt. I was ready and I headed out the door to my jeep and was on my way. Trowa's POV on "Date Preparations" I decided to go for the jeans.as usual.but ended up borrowing a green silk shirt from Wufei, who says he "Wears it often" but I found the price tag still on it. Considering we were just going to a movie and dinner, I walked off to my motorcycle, just as Duo winked at me from underneath his. "He's a killer, watch out," I pondered that subtle hint as I arrived at the restaurant. There was a table off to the side which I reserved.but I didn't see Quatre.but then...
Chapter 3: The Next Day / Quatre's Point of View
/Damn. Not again./ I look down at my stubbed toe and rub it absentmindedly. /I wonder how long it's going to take Tro to ask me out?/ Grinning wickedly, I decide to happen upon the sleeping man as he once did to me. Settling lightly on his stomach, I tease him just enough to get him to moan slightly and continue to be under the haziness of sleep. /Don't think that's going to wake him up, we'll let's try something else/ Licking down his throat, hungrily biting and sucking, the Q-Tiger strikes again. As evil as this may seem, he deserves it in my eyes for dinner last night and for the way he woke me up. /Not like you minded anyways/ Telling not so nicely to my little voice to but out this time, I gently purr his name in his ear. A moan and a murmur comes out of his mouth, and I bite his earlobe to try and make him repeat it. The end result was one of the most comical I have ever seen out of Trowa in my life. Wide eyes, as big as saucers, abruptly pop open and his even breathing has stopped for a few seconds. I pull his arms above his head, thankfully he's still a little disorientated with his nap and all. I kiss him hungrily again, and the eyes just seem to get impossibly wider. /lick for a lick; nibble for a nibble/ Backing off him I see his mind actually registering what had happened..that it wasn't a dream.that I am here.and you know what he does? He pushes me off the bed. A harsh pain in my side and a loud thump later, I see Trowa worriedly leaning over the bed asking if I'm alright. /of course I am idiot, way to spoil a mood/ I grin up at him weakly, but the pain in my side increases in my eyes water slightly. Not even looking at me another moment longer, he lifts me effortlessly and has a small icepack on my side. /wow..speedy service.oh god..no sick thoughts.no sick thoughts/ Not being able to resist, that one image plops into my head and finds it rather cozy, so it decides to stay there. Realizing how much of an effect that said image is having onto my body, I push away the questing hands in search of any other injuries I may have. I look into his eyes filled with worry and smile. "I'm fine, mom. Now get off me. You just pushed rather hard that's all." Now his face showed something faintly of regret but covered it quickly. Trowa, ever the gentleman, got up from the bed and sat in the nearby chair. /Get back over here! Get back in bed!!/ I was screaming at him..but of course.he wasn't listening. He just silently pulled his mask into place, and that hurt me more than anything. /I'm you're best friend Trowa, why do you still have to wear that awful mask?/ "Are you alright?" was the tense question from the chair.. "I'm fine..like I told you. But your damn masks is going to make me cry soon." It wasn't meant really for Trowa to hear, but once voiced, his face became anxious and worried again. "What mask?" "The one you always wear when something's bothering you.like now." "Oh." The response to that sentence was said at the same time by saying the others' name. As they realized the coincidence, Quatre gave a small laugh /Could this be it? I'm a wishin, and a hopin, and a praying, and a begging/. Trowa looked tense for a moment, and looked really concerned. He approached the bed with caution, as if I were a dangerous animal **Tiger..like I said** /Oh, I'm not going to bite, hard anyway/. Pensively looking into my eyes, a hopeful expression was mixed in, as I smiled and got red. /Damn those genes!! Damn Damn Damn them!!!/ He smiled broadly again this time, and hesitantly brushed a stray hair back from my face and put it behind my ear. /lower, lowwwer/. He started off shaky, but as he went on, his talking was rushed.the most I've ever seen him talk actually.. "Quatre, I was wondering, if it's not a big deal or anything, which it's not, I was wondering if we could go for a movie sometime. We usually do that with the guys anyway, but I was thinking more one on one, if you want after I could take you to dinner. I mean, if you've already got something planned or you don't want to go, it's okay it's not like my feelings are hurt or anything. I was just wondering if we could . /SHUT UP!!!/ My body took over before I would have my Trowa dead in a strangled position. The kiss was a reassuring one, and its sole purpose was to make sure Trowa knew that I wanted to go on that date, /and the bed and another date, and the bed again/. His shoulders relaxed greatly and gently returned the kiss. We broke it, and I smiled back at him. "Now, how bout tonight oh Suave Lover?" Trowa turned bright red at this and I gave him a kiss on the nose. "You know, it makes me want you even more.yes indeed." A smirk emitted from the usual blank face of Trowa Barton. He agreed, and we decided to meet at the local Italian restaurant for some mean all-you-can-eat pasta and breadstick night. /This Date HAS to be perfect/ I thought determinedly. I WILL make this work..even if it kills me. /You sound like Relena dear, do stop at once/ **EEEEE!!! NOOOOOO! DIE RELENA DIE!!!!** I pondered what to wear, and I was in to shock and please.of course.go to Duo. In which I found him absentmindedly tinkering with some parts. Of course he jumped to help out, and lent me a whole manner of things. He had old leather pants, and threw them out to me as I awkwardly caught it along with some black and silver eyeliner. Duo did the make up./of course/ and I had to say myself..with my skin tight leather pants.. "slap happy" pants as Duo so cheerily informed me as well as the fact that I had to go commando./you know you like it/ A decisive wink and a smirk appeared on my face as I pulled on my black mesh shirt.the one in the back of my closet.you know THAT kind of shirt. I was ready and I headed out the door to my jeep and was on my way. Trowa's POV on "Date Preparations" I decided to go for the jeans.as usual.but ended up borrowing a green silk shirt from Wufei, who says he "Wears it often" but I found the price tag still on it. Considering we were just going to a movie and dinner, I walked off to my motorcycle, just as Duo winked at me from underneath his. "He's a killer, watch out," I pondered that subtle hint as I arrived at the restaurant. There was a table off to the side which I reserved.but I didn't see Quatre.but then...