Storm
Rating: T
Pairing: Trowa/Quatre
Word Count: 880
Warnings: angst, some sap =_= (so much for angsty drabbles…)
Summary: Trowa and Quatre get surprised by a storm.
Author's Note: This was darthanne's request to my angst-drabble prompt post^^ The prompt was: Trowa and Quatre please. Prompt: storm. You can take that either literally or figuratively.
Extra Note: Ok, this kinda took about three or four turns on me O_o;; I hope it still makes some sense and that you like how it turned out^^;; (… and I really don't know how that sap managed to sneak in here XD)

Storm

Barely beating the first drops of rain, Trowa closed the door to the small shed behind them. If there ever was a downside to living on earth, then it was the unpredictability of the weather. He liked nature, but he was someone who didn't like getting surprised. And a thunderstorm coming out of no-where while they were taking a walk was something he considered quite the unpleasant surprise.

Especially…

Especially since things haven't been all that great lately anyway.

It wasn't really the fault of either of them. But things have been tense for a while now. Quatre was overworked and even his apparently endless patience finally seemed to run out. There have been more meetings than usual lately and nothing really ever got done. And if there was one thing Quatre Winner didn't like, it was morons wasting his time with useless crap.

Trowa himself also had been a bit more tense than usual. He was growing restless with his new life. He had always been a wanderer and while settling down with the man he loved sounded quite appealing at first, he came to find that the life as Quatre's lover wasn't really exciting. Sure, the blond made time for him whenever he could, but those few, very much appreciated hours he managed to squeeze in every couple of days, barely made up for all the boredom.

Cursing slightly under his breath – Quatre was by far not as innocent as everyone always believed him to be – the blond looked out of the tiny window to see dark clouds overtaking the sky, the first big raindrops already splashing against the glass and making it tremble slightly. They would be lucky if this drafty little shed actually wouldn't let any of the rain in.

Looking around, Trowa could see that there wasn't really anything there to make them comfortable, so he just crossed his arms and leaned against the wall beside the door, leaving the single crate for Quatre to sit down on.

Not that it looked like he would anytime soon. After another annoyed glance at his watch, the blond had started to pace around in the small space, obviously quite agitated. He didn't rant – yet – but it was clear to Trowa that his lover didn't like their situation. Watching him for a few minutes he finally sighed silently and gave Quatre a calm look.

"You should try to relax. There is nothing we can do to get away from here faster if we don't want to get wet," he tried to reason, but he might as well have talked to the wall. While Quatre would never ignore him, the blond also didn't like being reasoned with when it was obvious he didn't care for reason in that very moment. So all he got for his trouble was a dark look before the pacing continued.

The rain pounded against the roof of their little shed, steadily growing louder until it sounded like someone playing the drums right above their head. Trowa felt a slight headache coming up, but he ignored it. He was used to much worse.

"This is ridiculous! I shouldn't waste my time here, I have things to do!" Quatre muttered, finally letting himself fall down on the crate, making it groan softly as the old wood got used to his weight. Seeing the dark scowl on his lover's face, Trowa couldn't help the small smile.

"Maybe you should take this as a sign to take a break? You've hardly taken off more than a few hours from work for months now. You could use it," he suggested.

Groaning, Quatre leaned back on his hands.

"And how am I supposed to do this? There is so much to be done! It seems like whenever I manage to find a solution for a problem, three more pop up to take its place. And it's not helping that our current board of directors isn't exactly the smartest bunch I've ever worked with," he argued, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

Trowa's lips twitched again, suppressing a grin.

"Seeing that you've worked together with Gundam pilots and mobile suit mechanics in the past, I'm not exactly surprised by that," he offered dryly, making his lover pause and look at him, blinking and then finally breaking out into soft laughter. That was exactly the reaction Trowa had hoped for. While Quatre was used to his usually somewhat dry humor, he still managed to surprise him sometimes.

"Conceited much, aren't you?" the blond teased him, but the sting that had marred his earlier words was gone now, making Trowa give him another small smile. At that Quatre's shoulders slumped slightly down as the tension drained away.

"I've been an ass, haven't I?" he asked, obviously not really expecting an answer.

"Only a little," Trowa conceded, trying to keep the lighter mood now that his lover was ready to let go of his annoyance.

Standing up, Quatre walked towards the taller man, wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning in to peck his lips.

"Love me anyways?" he asked and earning himself an amused sparkle in those emerald eyes and another, somewhat deeper kiss, while Trowa's hands came to rest on his hip.

"Always."

And that was all that counted in the end.

END

Like I said, a bit weird ^^; I hope you all liked it anyway^^;;