Author: Shiva Darkwater | Fandom: Gundam Wing/AC | Rating: PG | Summary: A languid moment before the dawn, Trowa ponders while in his lover's arms. | Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is brought to you by Bandai//Sunrise. I don't know whom exactly, but then who really cares either? | Author's Notes: Though the fic does not state who is really on "top". My own personal preference is 4x3. I could go into immense detail on why, however I shall just say that it is cute. THEY are cute. I cannot see them together with them NOT being cute. It would defy their existence. Um… yes. It is late. And I had exams today. Blame that. Oh. And from my knowledge, I think Trowa likes everything to be in his POV. I found no alternative. | Apologies: It's too short? It's my first time writing for them and NOT stopping a few paragraphs in. Oh, and sorry for the title… I was looking through my dictionary and the flower name caught my eye. I tried to find something more suitable, but by that time this name had already stuck. ^^;;;
GillyflowerQuatre's hand was warm over mine. He always smelled so sweet; like the aloe lotion he used for his hands. Curled up behind me, his bangs tickling my shoulder, I could feel his smile against my bare skin.
"I love you… but you already know that by now don't you." His laugh was soft, gentle. Even though he was curled against my back, I could see his teal eyes sated and smiling. I had engraved his eyes upon my soul after I first gazed upon them.
"Still…" Quatre continued, content to feel my heartbeat through my back, his lips tracing idle patterns against my skin. "It makes me feel good to say it… like I'm releasing something within myself." He licked a little at the sensitive back of my neck. "Like I'm finally letting go of something…"
"Perhaps you are," I murmured, letting my eyes fall shut. Laying here in his arms I felt safer than I ever have anywhere. "I feel the same…"
Quatre smiled once again, I could feel his lips curve against my skin. "I knew you would understand Trowa… Sometimes I feel you're the only one who can."
That's rather foolish, but I never would say that to his face, not during a moment like this. Quatre was known to wear his heart on his sleeve. Surely everyone was able to understand him…
"Not like you…" his warm breath ghosted across my back. By now I didn't even question how he knew what I was thinking, it was becoming more and more a common occurrence. "Nobody will ever be like you Trowa. You are definitely one of a kind."
I was about to say something, my lips parting to speak up but he shushed me in that gentle way of his, one of those sweet smelling fingers against my lips. "Shh… just shut your eyes and enjoy this," he murmured softly into my ear, "how often do we get to enjoy each others company like this?"
His fingers were dancing languidly up my spine, as if trying to lull me into sleep. It was then that he began humming. Always the same soft tune, something he claimed that one of his sisters had sung to him when he had needed comfort.
Once again Quatre's hand sought out mine and our fingers entwined. It was almost perfect: the rustle of the clean white sheets, the first hints of dawn glowing against the closed drapes, the gentle humming melody resonating against my ear, the way Quatre's pale fingers enclosed around my slightly darker fingers as if that was the one place that they belonged…
Leaning back against Quatre's chest, I gave into to his tender demands and my eyelids slipped shut. After all, how long would this chance to spend time in each other's company last? For how long would I be able to enjoy his gentle smiles and kind words? In my last moments before sleep overtook me I could hear his voice whisper something softly into my ear before he returned to his melody.
"Forever…"
