{Title}: Sweet Enigma
{Author}: Sweet Charisma
{Chapter}: 3. Couldn't Be "Me" Without You
{Notes}: Flames are not nice. :P
To those of you sticking with me, (And you're all very sweet. I was nearly speechless with the feedback.) thanks a lot for your patience It'll heat up and Trowa and Heero are coming in veeery soon.
Jania: You gave me a wonderful idea for a next fic. I wanna get this one at least near finished before I start another. Thank you. =)
Quatre awoke groggily, a small pain in his side from probably sleeping the wrong way. He heard Duo's paced breathing next to him as the loud music of a main character 'Lestat' still played in the ending credits of the movie. Quatre winced. It was painfully loud and just not his kind of music. He slowly rose, taking the remote from tucked under Duo's side. The brunette stirred slightly and Quatre smiled upon his best friend. He didn't know when, but somehow they'd both fallen asleep this time. Usually it was just Quatre getting tired during a horror movie. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Nearly 1:30. Trowa, Wufei, and Heero weren't back yet. Otherwise one of them would have awoken before now.
The blonde shut off the deafening music with one swift click. He carefully slid from Duo's arm with a tiny child-like smile. He didn't want to disturb the pain on his side either. He kissed Duo's cheek and, after a sidelong glance to make sure his best friend was still asleep, walked down the corridor into the kitchen.
He walked to the sink, deciding to wait for Trowa and kill time by washing the dishes from earlier. He missed the taller boy terribly and wanted nothing more than, at the very least, a hug. He chuckled to himself and started washing. When he was finished with that, he walked over to the table, grabbing the 3 quarters-eaten pan of fudge and covering it with foil. He set it on the counter and sighed. Hands on his hips, he drifted off, eyes slipping shut. He was so tired. Maybe he shouldn't wait up for Trowa. Maybe he should pick Duo up and carry him into his own comfortable bed. He leaned against the refridgerator with exaustion.
He roused to two strong arms engulfing him. The blond felt them lift him off the kitchen floor, an arm under his knees and behind his back. Slowly his senses came to an awakening and his eyes fluttered open slowly. He breathed in the spicy scent of the person. One unmistakable.
"T-trowa?"
Quatre called, confused. Last he remembered was musing and leaning against the fridge, waiting for Trowa. It didn't seem all that long ago.
"Sh…" The deep voice whispered. "You fell asleep in quite the awkward place, little one."
Quatre tilted his head up all he could in his lethargy. He caught a glimpse of Trowa's face, showing a hint of a smile. Quatre couldn't help but smile. He felt his cheeks flush red. He'd fallen asleep against the refridgerator?
Trowa's chuckle shot a warmth through the Blonde's heart. He inattentively clutched the material of Trowa's black turtleneck in his fist. He loved this feeling so much. The feeling of a lover's warmth. "What time is it?" He asked, stifling a yawn.
"2:30."
They were standing in one place, but Quatre didn't mind one bit. He wanted Trowa to hold him like this for as long as it was possible. "Why were you guys out so late?"
He felt Trowa shrug. Quatre sighed lightly, relieved that he smelled nothing of alcohol. He smiled to himself and snuggled into Trowa's chest. Trowa started walking, probably taking it that Quatre was getting extremely tired (Which Quatre was.). "We were just having fun and lost track of time."
"That's nice," Quatre yawned. "I love when you have fun with the guys."
His voice was lethargic once again. He wouldn't fully remember this moment having been so tired. Chances were, Quatre would feel great in the morning and not remember why.
Quatre didn't realize how many moments of silence passed until he felt Trowa set him down on the soft linen that was his bed.
His eyes shot open this time, fully awake. He sat up against his headboard. Quatre looked to his side and saw Trowa sitting beside him with a startled look.
"Sorry Tro."
"Hm." Trowa responded with a nod.
Suddenly, something inside Quatre sparked. "Duo?"
Trowa rolled his eyes. "I'm guessing Duo told you how he walked out early?"
"Well, duh." Quatre laughed. "I saw him come in silly."
"Well," Trowa continued, humor in his voice. "Heero knew he had something to do with it. Because, well…let's face it. Heero cares a little more than he'd like to admit."
Yup, It was true. Quatre wondered how long Heero was going to pretend not to. And moreover, what in the world does he have to hide?
"Uh huuh…" Quatre's voice permitted Trowa to go on. He took this opportunity to actually study Trowa. Looking into his jade eyes, he couldn't help but notice the black of his turtleneck sweater complimented them nicely. Quatre shook his head. He should really listen to this. It could be something he could talk to Duo about on their next Saturday night ice-cream binge.
"He saw Duo asleep on the couch and he decided to actually carry him back into his room." Trowa explained, surprise present in his profound voice. Ah, the voice Quatre loved so dearly.
Quatre smiled, apparently sharing the surprise. "Guilt's finally getting the best of him." Quatre observed. Trowa gave a hint of a chuckle, which was the most anybody ever got out of him.
A sigh escaped Quatre's small lips. "Trowa…did he mention anything about Duo?"
Trowa frowned. He shook his head. "No…but then again, he didn't say much of anything at all tonight."
Quatre's eyes narrowed in sorrow. "Oh…", was all his lips could mutter. Not good news on Duo's part.
Trowa picked up on Quatre's melancholy mood. Determined to brush away his worry, Trowa rose. He fixed the pillow and urged Quatre to lay down. "Sleep now, little one. It's late." He smiled, kissing Quatre's forehead.
Quatre's heart nearly skipped a beat at the feel of Trowa's warm lips. He smiled with a child-like charisma. "You're right. Things will work out…won't they?" Quatre asked as if he truly believe Trowa knew the answer.
Trowa nodded. "Of course. Especially giving how much we all believe in your ambition."
He lifted the covers and Quatre willingly slipped under them. Trowa slipped his fingers into the smaller boy's and squeezed fondly.
Quatre looked up longingly to Trowa as he helped him settle into bed. Was this ever going to be official? Their relationship? He felt it so strongly…yet…it wasn't for sure. Quatre slipped his eyes shut as Trowa's lips neared his. Closer and closer until they met in a sweet, eloquent kiss. Trowa withdrew, lips still inches from Quatre's. This wasn't the first time they'd kissed. They never really talked about it when they kissed. They didn't have to use words to know what it meant. It was all said through the passion felt. And Quatre wouldn't have it any other way. It was very special to him.
"Good night, angel…"
Trowa whispered affectionately, releasing his hold on Quatre's hand. He quickly planted a kiss on the blondes cheek and turned to leave, almost looking reluctant.
Quatre couldn't find the words. He couldn't find the words for the passion he'd just felt or for a simple good night. He stumbled across his words until finally he found the right few. He didn't want Trowa to leave. Not yet. This is where they belonged tonight. Together. ((No sexual content intended. ))
"T-Tro-wa…"
His soft voice choked. Trowa turned around, face filled with concerned.
"Stay with me?" He asked, tears nearly welling in his eyes with the strong emotion he felt for the slightly older boy.
Trowa's lips formed into a smile. "I'd be happy to." He agreed. "I'll just go get pajamas on." With one last smile, he left Quatre's room. Quatre fell back onto his pillow with a wistful smile. He was finally going to be able to wake up in Trowa's arms. He should have told Duo earlier. The chestnut-haired pilot was right. He felt so much more comfortable with his feelings. Unafraid to show them freely. "Thank you, my friend." He whispered, as if Duo could hear him. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
{Author}: Sweet Charisma
{Chapter}: 3. Couldn't Be "Me" Without You
{Notes}: Flames are not nice. :P
To those of you sticking with me, (And you're all very sweet. I was nearly speechless with the feedback.) thanks a lot for your patience It'll heat up and Trowa and Heero are coming in veeery soon.
Jania: You gave me a wonderful idea for a next fic. I wanna get this one at least near finished before I start another. Thank you. =)
Quatre awoke groggily, a small pain in his side from probably sleeping the wrong way. He heard Duo's paced breathing next to him as the loud music of a main character 'Lestat' still played in the ending credits of the movie. Quatre winced. It was painfully loud and just not his kind of music. He slowly rose, taking the remote from tucked under Duo's side. The brunette stirred slightly and Quatre smiled upon his best friend. He didn't know when, but somehow they'd both fallen asleep this time. Usually it was just Quatre getting tired during a horror movie. He looked at the watch on his wrist. Nearly 1:30. Trowa, Wufei, and Heero weren't back yet. Otherwise one of them would have awoken before now.
The blonde shut off the deafening music with one swift click. He carefully slid from Duo's arm with a tiny child-like smile. He didn't want to disturb the pain on his side either. He kissed Duo's cheek and, after a sidelong glance to make sure his best friend was still asleep, walked down the corridor into the kitchen.
He walked to the sink, deciding to wait for Trowa and kill time by washing the dishes from earlier. He missed the taller boy terribly and wanted nothing more than, at the very least, a hug. He chuckled to himself and started washing. When he was finished with that, he walked over to the table, grabbing the 3 quarters-eaten pan of fudge and covering it with foil. He set it on the counter and sighed. Hands on his hips, he drifted off, eyes slipping shut. He was so tired. Maybe he shouldn't wait up for Trowa. Maybe he should pick Duo up and carry him into his own comfortable bed. He leaned against the refridgerator with exaustion.
He roused to two strong arms engulfing him. The blond felt them lift him off the kitchen floor, an arm under his knees and behind his back. Slowly his senses came to an awakening and his eyes fluttered open slowly. He breathed in the spicy scent of the person. One unmistakable.
"T-trowa?"
Quatre called, confused. Last he remembered was musing and leaning against the fridge, waiting for Trowa. It didn't seem all that long ago.
"Sh…" The deep voice whispered. "You fell asleep in quite the awkward place, little one."
Quatre tilted his head up all he could in his lethargy. He caught a glimpse of Trowa's face, showing a hint of a smile. Quatre couldn't help but smile. He felt his cheeks flush red. He'd fallen asleep against the refridgerator?
Trowa's chuckle shot a warmth through the Blonde's heart. He inattentively clutched the material of Trowa's black turtleneck in his fist. He loved this feeling so much. The feeling of a lover's warmth. "What time is it?" He asked, stifling a yawn.
"2:30."
They were standing in one place, but Quatre didn't mind one bit. He wanted Trowa to hold him like this for as long as it was possible. "Why were you guys out so late?"
He felt Trowa shrug. Quatre sighed lightly, relieved that he smelled nothing of alcohol. He smiled to himself and snuggled into Trowa's chest. Trowa started walking, probably taking it that Quatre was getting extremely tired (Which Quatre was.). "We were just having fun and lost track of time."
"That's nice," Quatre yawned. "I love when you have fun with the guys."
His voice was lethargic once again. He wouldn't fully remember this moment having been so tired. Chances were, Quatre would feel great in the morning and not remember why.
Quatre didn't realize how many moments of silence passed until he felt Trowa set him down on the soft linen that was his bed.
His eyes shot open this time, fully awake. He sat up against his headboard. Quatre looked to his side and saw Trowa sitting beside him with a startled look.
"Sorry Tro."
"Hm." Trowa responded with a nod.
Suddenly, something inside Quatre sparked. "Duo?"
Trowa rolled his eyes. "I'm guessing Duo told you how he walked out early?"
"Well, duh." Quatre laughed. "I saw him come in silly."
"Well," Trowa continued, humor in his voice. "Heero knew he had something to do with it. Because, well…let's face it. Heero cares a little more than he'd like to admit."
Yup, It was true. Quatre wondered how long Heero was going to pretend not to. And moreover, what in the world does he have to hide?
"Uh huuh…" Quatre's voice permitted Trowa to go on. He took this opportunity to actually study Trowa. Looking into his jade eyes, he couldn't help but notice the black of his turtleneck sweater complimented them nicely. Quatre shook his head. He should really listen to this. It could be something he could talk to Duo about on their next Saturday night ice-cream binge.
"He saw Duo asleep on the couch and he decided to actually carry him back into his room." Trowa explained, surprise present in his profound voice. Ah, the voice Quatre loved so dearly.
Quatre smiled, apparently sharing the surprise. "Guilt's finally getting the best of him." Quatre observed. Trowa gave a hint of a chuckle, which was the most anybody ever got out of him.
A sigh escaped Quatre's small lips. "Trowa…did he mention anything about Duo?"
Trowa frowned. He shook his head. "No…but then again, he didn't say much of anything at all tonight."
Quatre's eyes narrowed in sorrow. "Oh…", was all his lips could mutter. Not good news on Duo's part.
Trowa picked up on Quatre's melancholy mood. Determined to brush away his worry, Trowa rose. He fixed the pillow and urged Quatre to lay down. "Sleep now, little one. It's late." He smiled, kissing Quatre's forehead.
Quatre's heart nearly skipped a beat at the feel of Trowa's warm lips. He smiled with a child-like charisma. "You're right. Things will work out…won't they?" Quatre asked as if he truly believe Trowa knew the answer.
Trowa nodded. "Of course. Especially giving how much we all believe in your ambition."
He lifted the covers and Quatre willingly slipped under them. Trowa slipped his fingers into the smaller boy's and squeezed fondly.
Quatre looked up longingly to Trowa as he helped him settle into bed. Was this ever going to be official? Their relationship? He felt it so strongly…yet…it wasn't for sure. Quatre slipped his eyes shut as Trowa's lips neared his. Closer and closer until they met in a sweet, eloquent kiss. Trowa withdrew, lips still inches from Quatre's. This wasn't the first time they'd kissed. They never really talked about it when they kissed. They didn't have to use words to know what it meant. It was all said through the passion felt. And Quatre wouldn't have it any other way. It was very special to him.
"Good night, angel…"
Trowa whispered affectionately, releasing his hold on Quatre's hand. He quickly planted a kiss on the blondes cheek and turned to leave, almost looking reluctant.
Quatre couldn't find the words. He couldn't find the words for the passion he'd just felt or for a simple good night. He stumbled across his words until finally he found the right few. He didn't want Trowa to leave. Not yet. This is where they belonged tonight. Together. ((No sexual content intended. ))
"T-Tro-wa…"
His soft voice choked. Trowa turned around, face filled with concerned.
"Stay with me?" He asked, tears nearly welling in his eyes with the strong emotion he felt for the slightly older boy.
Trowa's lips formed into a smile. "I'd be happy to." He agreed. "I'll just go get pajamas on." With one last smile, he left Quatre's room. Quatre fell back onto his pillow with a wistful smile. He was finally going to be able to wake up in Trowa's arms. He should have told Duo earlier. The chestnut-haired pilot was right. He felt so much more comfortable with his feelings. Unafraid to show them freely. "Thank you, my friend." He whispered, as if Duo could hear him. "I don't know what I'd do without you."