Holiday
"It's ridiculous!"

"It's not, Quatre. It's perfectly logical."

"How can you say that?" Quatre panted. "It's the most illogical idea, thing on the universe!"

Heero tilts his head to the left, "I wouldn't say that. It's - "

"Oh stop," Quatre hold out a hand out in front of him and shakes his head, smiling, "I understand." He looks up and the smile deepens, "It's pretty stupid but."

"It could be fun," seeing Quatre on the verge of a big decision, Heero adds, "Duo came up with it."

"Really, you don't say."

"I did say, actually."

"Well, I suppose it can't kill us…"

"There haven't been any fatalities in the past five years."

"Um… good?"

Frowning, Heero sneaks a glance at Quatre's faintly flushed face. "You have no idea what I'm talking about do you?"

"Would you be offended if I said no?"

"Well… if you kissed me… then - " The small, quick kiss on his nose stops him and Heero pouts. "That's not a kiss! It's a peck on the nose! A real kiss - "

Hot, wet and messy. The power, the thrill, the intense feeling of being overwhelmed and surrounded. The sharp press of Quatre's nails into his bare arms and the roll of muscles against Heero's hands.

"Yeah? Quatre whispers.

Heero considers his options. "Never mind."