Part 8: Butterfly Kisses
"Would you like to fly with me?" asked Trowa.
Trowa watched as Quatre's eyes widened. He couldn't let an opportunity like this pass.
"My ability to fly doesn't depend on physical strength," he said slowly.
He lifted his eyes, looking over the field as if it didn't really matter whether the boy chose to take him up on the offer or not. "My mind lets me fly, so it's really just a matter of what I can carry. If I'm strong enough to carry something comfortably, then it isn't an extra burden to fly carrying it."
He stopped, turning to look at the boy beside him.
Quatre was biting his lip, radiating eagerness and indecision. Trowa couldn't help but feel good knowing the boy dropped all guards around him.
"This place is rather secluded," Trowa said, staring into Quatre's eyes. "Might not get another chance."
Quatre released his bitten lip, a tentative smile forming. "Are you sure I wouldn't be too heavy?"
Trowa stood and reached down to help him to his feet. "Only one way to find out."
He stepped to Quatre with glinting eyes. He'd wanted to do this since the first time he saw the boy looking out a window of his base at the clear sky, completely unaware that he was being watched by someone who knew that sky firsthand.
Keeping a careful eye on Quatre, he bent slightly and picked the smaller boy up, cradling him in his arms.
"Are you ready?" asked Trowa.
Quatre couldn't help but be a bit embarrassed at being held like a child. He frowned slightly. "Are you sure I'm not too heavy? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."
"Quatre," Trowa said, a smirk curving his lips. "I've carried loads of supplies that weighed more than you."
His smile widened when the boy blushed.
"You might want to hold on," he said, tightening his hold.
Quatre slipped his arms around his neck and his hold tightened abruptly when Trowa rose suddenly, leaving the ground below them.
Looking down at the ground, a wide smile on his lips, Quatre laughed. "Warn me before you do that!"
"I did," said Trowa. He used the height as an excuse to pull the slender boy closer to him. "I told you to hold on."
Quatre looked up at him for a moment, grinning wildly at the laughter he could see dancing in Trowa's dark green eyes.
"I guess you did," said Quatre. He glanced back at the ground before looking to Trowa again, his own eyes shining. "What are you waiting for?"
Quatre laughed, a sound of pure joy, as Trowa leveled out. He moved smoothly in a path parallel to the ground, giving the boy a view of the field below.
"Faster!" Quatre cried. He glanced at Trowa with a playful but enthusiastic smile. "Please?"
Eyes narrowing, Trowa suddenly sped up, angling toward the ground and causing the pale boy to cling closer to him. Then he abruptly changed directions, moving upward again.
He was so trusting.
Trowa stared at the radiant face inches from his own, almost unable to believe he was actually flying with the boy. It was so wonderful to hold him, to feel that warmth pressed close to him.
Quatre turned to Trowa and beamed. Then his smile slowly disappeared as he stared into those green eyes.
Why hadn't he noticed how handsome Trowa was, how deep his eyes were? The thought made his breath catch, and he blinked in surprise. The strong arms around him tightened slightly, and he was suddenly confused by the feelings running through him.
"Trowa...?"
Staring into the endless pools of Quatre's eyes, Trowa felt his resolve crumble.
He was lost...
Slowly, giving the boy he held so carefully time to pull back, he lowered his head and brushed his lips over Quatre's. When he was not met with resistance, he pulled the boy even closer until they were pressed against each other and kissed him again. He barely felt the boy's arms tighten in return, all of his focus on that soft mouth.
Neither noticed as they slowly sank toward the ground.