Title: Kissing Lessons
Author: Obsessed
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: 2x3x2
Rating: Um...PG-ish? PG-13-ish?
Warnings: Trowa torture, sap, mild OOC-ness maybe
Archives: FF.net under GW Obsessed, anywhere else you only need but ask.
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not mine. Depressing isn't it?
Status: Unbetaed
Notes:
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Trowa stared hopelessly at the white ceiling in his room. He'd thought that Quatre was his best friend. He knew differently now. After all they'd shared the little blonde demon refused to do him a favor. He hadn't asked for much, only a ticket out of the country. The Winner heir certainly had no problems with money. This was like asking anyone else for a stick of gum. And yet he still refused, running on and on about he should honor his agreement with Duo.
Honor, hah! Agreement, double hah! Trowa had never agreed to anything! He'd been tricked! And dirtily at that. Duo knew that he didn't know how to play the game, he'd forced him into agree...accepting his dare. Why was this happening?! He'd divulged the fact that he'd never been kissed to Quatre, and Quatre only. Had the Sandrock pilot told Duo?
He wouldn't have, not after Trowa had asked him not to tell...would he have? With a groan, Trowa closed his eyes.
"Why me?"
"Why not you?"
Not having been expecting an answer the Heavyarms pilot jumped and fell out of his bed startled.
"H-Heero?"
"Yes. The braided baka isn't due back until tomorrow. You know that, Trowa."
"Doesn't mean he couldn't finish his mission early," Trowa mumbled, "that would be just my luck."
Heero shook his head and booted up his laptop. Some people didn't know what they had.
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Trowa's glass fell from his hands and shattered as he jumped at the front door to the safe house opened to reveal Quatre, who glared at him from the doorway.
"Dammit, Trowa! That's the sixth glass in two days! If you don't calm down soon I'm finding out if I can get a downer prescribed to you. You're so edgy! Duo's not going to torture you when he gets back, you know. You're getting on everyone's nerves jumping at every sound like you do!"
The blonde walked in the house and closed the door behind him while Trowa had the grace to look apologetic as he bent to pick up the broken glass. Quatre sighed.
"I'm sorry Trowa it's just that you being jumpy has made me a bit jumpy too," with a glance at the clock he sighed once more, "It's late, why don't you go to bed Trowa? I'll finish picking this up."
"Are you sure because I can..."
"No, just go."
"Alright."
Trowa stood and left the room. Quatre waited a few moments until he heard the door to Trowa's and Heero's shared bedroom open and close before silently reopening the front door.
"It's safe, you can come in."
"Thanks, Q. I just didn't want him knowing I was back until tomorrow. I'm going to wake him up," the braided figure that walked into the safe house grinned, "You're sure he's been waking up late?"
"Positive Duo, he hasn't come down before noon while you were on the mission. He stays awake half the night."
Duo smiled.
"Good. I'd hate to have him awake before I could wake him up. Do you want any help cleaning that up?"
"Nope, I've got it. Go rest, you had a mission."
"Thanks again, Quatre. See you in the morning."
"No thanks necessary. Just make sure you take good care of Trowa," the blonde narrowed a glare at him.
"No problem,Quat, no problem."
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This chapter is not my best work, but I hope you like it. The first lesson should be out in the next chapter! Heehee. More Trowa torture. By the time this fic is over, I'll have made Trowa a chain smoking coffee addict! I will rule the WORLD! MWA HA HA HA!!
~ Obsessed
Author: Obsessed
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: 2x3x2
Rating: Um...PG-ish? PG-13-ish?
Warnings: Trowa torture, sap, mild OOC-ness maybe
Archives: FF.net under GW Obsessed, anywhere else you only need but ask.
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not mine. Depressing isn't it?
Status: Unbetaed
Notes:
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Trowa stared hopelessly at the white ceiling in his room. He'd thought that Quatre was his best friend. He knew differently now. After all they'd shared the little blonde demon refused to do him a favor. He hadn't asked for much, only a ticket out of the country. The Winner heir certainly had no problems with money. This was like asking anyone else for a stick of gum. And yet he still refused, running on and on about he should honor his agreement with Duo.
Honor, hah! Agreement, double hah! Trowa had never agreed to anything! He'd been tricked! And dirtily at that. Duo knew that he didn't know how to play the game, he'd forced him into agree...accepting his dare. Why was this happening?! He'd divulged the fact that he'd never been kissed to Quatre, and Quatre only. Had the Sandrock pilot told Duo?
He wouldn't have, not after Trowa had asked him not to tell...would he have? With a groan, Trowa closed his eyes.
"Why me?"
"Why not you?"
Not having been expecting an answer the Heavyarms pilot jumped and fell out of his bed startled.
"H-Heero?"
"Yes. The braided baka isn't due back until tomorrow. You know that, Trowa."
"Doesn't mean he couldn't finish his mission early," Trowa mumbled, "that would be just my luck."
Heero shook his head and booted up his laptop. Some people didn't know what they had.
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Trowa's glass fell from his hands and shattered as he jumped at the front door to the safe house opened to reveal Quatre, who glared at him from the doorway.
"Dammit, Trowa! That's the sixth glass in two days! If you don't calm down soon I'm finding out if I can get a downer prescribed to you. You're so edgy! Duo's not going to torture you when he gets back, you know. You're getting on everyone's nerves jumping at every sound like you do!"
The blonde walked in the house and closed the door behind him while Trowa had the grace to look apologetic as he bent to pick up the broken glass. Quatre sighed.
"I'm sorry Trowa it's just that you being jumpy has made me a bit jumpy too," with a glance at the clock he sighed once more, "It's late, why don't you go to bed Trowa? I'll finish picking this up."
"Are you sure because I can..."
"No, just go."
"Alright."
Trowa stood and left the room. Quatre waited a few moments until he heard the door to Trowa's and Heero's shared bedroom open and close before silently reopening the front door.
"It's safe, you can come in."
"Thanks, Q. I just didn't want him knowing I was back until tomorrow. I'm going to wake him up," the braided figure that walked into the safe house grinned, "You're sure he's been waking up late?"
"Positive Duo, he hasn't come down before noon while you were on the mission. He stays awake half the night."
Duo smiled.
"Good. I'd hate to have him awake before I could wake him up. Do you want any help cleaning that up?"
"Nope, I've got it. Go rest, you had a mission."
"Thanks again, Quatre. See you in the morning."
"No thanks necessary. Just make sure you take good care of Trowa," the blonde narrowed a glare at him.
"No problem,Quat, no problem."
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This chapter is not my best work, but I hope you like it. The first lesson should be out in the next chapter! Heehee. More Trowa torture. By the time this fic is over, I'll have made Trowa a chain smoking coffee addict! I will rule the WORLD! MWA HA HA HA!!
~ Obsessed