Notes and disclaimer in the prologue.
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Sure ThingChapter Two
Later that same night, Quatre lay safely enfolded in Trowa's arms, looking at the stars in the sky arching above them where they were in the field. To him, they appeared as countless tiny diamonds carefully sewn into a rich black velvet cloak. He said as much to Trowa, who chuckled slightly, kissing the top of his head. "You are truly something, Little One."
Sitting up as far as he could without leaving the embrace, Quatre stared down at his new lover. "I'm curious, where did that name come from?"
"It was what came to my mind the very first moment I saw you and fell in love with you." Trowa said, smiling slightly and disengaging one hand to brush the fine blonde bangs out of his eyes.
Quatre grinned at him. "To think we were in love with each other from the first minute, yet neither of us knew how the other felt for two whole years."
"It could have been worse," the green eyed man said, pulling Quatre down until their noses touched, "We could have gone for longer than two years, and you might have been married." Quatre nodded before Trowa stole a kiss. Suddenly Quatre broke away.
"Marriage!" He exclaimed, blue eyes widening in fear, sitting up completely this time. "What will I tell Iria? How can I explain this to her?"
Trowa sat up as well, wrapping his arms once again around Quatre. "Tell her the truth, Little One. She is your sister, and she loves you no matter what you decide to do. She will understand."
"Are you sure?" Quatre asked, sliding his own arms around Trowa's waist and resting his chin in the crook of his neck.
"Of course I'm sure. My family didn't reject me when I told them."
Quatre leaned back in surprise, looking into Trowa's eyes. "But I thought you said…"
"No, only Ralph shunned me. Out of the whole village, the one person I wanted to accept me the most was the one to spurn me." Trowa sighed, closing his eyes. "Tell her, Quatre. She'll understand and accept you for who you are. If not, then it is proof she never really loved you in the first place, something I would not be able to believe." He opened his eyes when he felt Quatre's hand brush his cheek.
"You're crying, Trowa. Does it still hurt that much to talk about it?"
Trowa smiled, even with the tears that sparkled in his emerald eyes. "No, these are not tears of mourning for a life that once was mine. These are tears of joy, for finding a new life that is perfect only because you are in it."
Quatre gasped, feeling tears well up in his own eyes, and threw himself forward, knocking Trowa backward, while planting kisses over every inch of his face. "I…love…you." He murmured in between kisses.
"And I you." The reply came.
The two new found lovers crept back into the farmhouse. The kitchen was dark, except for the light of one candle Iria must have left out for Quatre so he wouldn't have to fumble his way through the pitch black.
"Come upstairs with me?" Quatre whispered plaintively.
Trowa grinned in the semidarkness, pulling the blonde to him. "As much as that tempts me, I am not quite sure her finding the two us like that would be the best way for Iria to discover this situation."
"I see your point," Quatre heaved a heavy sigh, causing the taller man to chuckle, "I suppose it would be a bit shocking for my sister to find me ensconced in your arms. But I will tell her, and then we can be found any way we like, right?"
"Well, any way leaves many possibilities open, doesn't it, Little One?" Trowa purred softly, causing Quatre to shudder deliciously.
"Oh so many possibilities," he murmured in agreement before leaning up and capturing Trowa's lips for a deep kiss good night. After a moment Trowa broke the kiss, much to his dismay. His feelings must have been written on his face, for Trowa chuckled again, bent his head and whispered against his lips, "If we continued any longer, I might not be able to control myself and Iria would most definitely find us in a compromising position," then claimed one last, quick kiss.
Slowly, Quatre walked up the stairs to his room while listening to the door to Trowa's room downstairs shut quietly. He never thought it was possible to be this happy. And to think it was only a little earlier in the day that he had been feeling so upset, afraid of how those closest to him should react to his secret. He smiled to himself, resisting the urge to start skipping about the room and singing to the high heavens, while recalling the most delightful memories of this evening. Not only had Trowa been accepting of him, he'd also confessed his feelings for Quatre, and now Quatre cared for naught in the world except their burgeoning relationship. He knew he had to tell Iria in the morning, but something told him deep down inside that everything would be all right, and even though it would be painful if she didn't approve, Trowa would be there to support him.
Quatre climbed into bed, and stared at the ceiling and broad smile on his face. Though they had not gone beyond a few tender kisses, each one seeming to outdo the one before as they explored and learned the other's taste, the time spent out in the fields quietly talking to one another was more precious than gold to Quatre. He touched his lips, hardly believing they had just been planted against Trowa's, his heart doing giant flip-flops.
Eventually he calmed down enough to sleep, doing so with the smile firmly set on his face.
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A/N: Aw, wasn't that just so sappy and sweet? So sweet I think I might be getting a toothache. ^_~ Just kidding, I absolutely love Trowa and Quatre together, they seem like they are perfect for each other, don't they? **sigh** Sooo cuuute.
Anywho…well, that chapter was shorter than I thought it would be, and no lemon yet, but no worries! After this, chapters will be longer, with the odd lemon here and there, and then everyone will be happy! (Unless of course there are people who enjoy shorter chapters…to them, all I have to say is…well, sorry.) I don't know if this is a crossover or not, because I'm not certain what the guidelines for a crossover are. I thought they were characters from one setting are placed in another setting, and exist along with the characters who are originally from that setting. For example, I've read GW and HP crossovers, where the G-boys are at Hogwarts along with HP and co. Does anyone know the exact definition so I don't make a huge mistake by either not calling it a crossover when it is or calling it a crossover when it isn't. That is all for now. Over and out.