Second chappie! Yay! Mild smut.. Beware the terrors of Kitty-chan's writing! Mwahahaha-

(chokes and coughs)

Damned cold :(

Dimsims

Quatre peeked into the kitchen warily. Seeing only Trowa there, he quickly ran across and kissed Trowa on the cheek. The brunette looked up amusedly, swallowing a mouthful of his food and commenting "You seem to be in a good mood this afternoon."

"Well its not often I get to sleep in this late."

"Oh, something tired you out did it?"

"OH, YOU! YOU!"

"I what? Tired you out?" Trowa purred with a seductive wink.

Quatre fumed for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Then he noticed what Trowa was eating.

"STEALS!" he yelled, snatching up the bowl of dimsims and racing out of the room.

"HEY! Get back here, you monster!" Trowa yelled, leaping up and racing after the giggling blonde.

Through the lounge (ignoring the happily snogging Heero and Duo), up the stairs, through Wufei's bedroom (also ignoring the shocked only-in-a-towel Chinese boy), through Heero's bedroom, down the hallway, back down the stairs, back through the lounge (still ignoring the now flushed and embarrased other two gundams), back into the kitchen, through the laundry and out the back door Trowa chased Quatre. Having had enough of the nonsense,Trowa threw himself forwards, catching Quatre around the waist and sending them both crashing to the ground.

Quatre could've easily kept the food safe, but instead he let go of the bowl and sent it over the edge of the slight hill and into the pond.

"Quatre! That was my lunch! Goddamn you!" Trowa howled. Quatre simply continued giggling madly underneath Trowa, until the other boy nipped his ear sharply.

"OW! What was that for!"

"For stealing my food, making me run so far, and then destroying my food."

"You insulted me first!"

"So? Your going to have to replace my lunch."

"FINE, I'll cook you some more dimsims, just get off me!"

Trowa grinned and nipped Quatre's ear again, saying teasingly, "I don't want dimsims anymore. I've been hunting my food for the past 10 or so minutes."

Quatre gulped. It was going to be another sleep-in day tomorrow.

End

(still coughing)

Don't you just hate illness? Bad bad cold weather.. Making me sick and stuffs..