Title: The Finer Things
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Trowa + Quatre
Notes: Challenge 202. Baby Series 4 #64. Takes place at approximately the same time as Multi Cultural.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Extended Length
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: The Finer Things
"Its nice that we can appreciate the finer things in life. I sometimes feel that I should feel guilty."
"For what?" Trowa stretched slowly, luxuriously, arching his back and enjoying the glorious pull on cramped, stiff muscles.
"For having so much. For thumbing my nose at what I should be doing in favour of... Well, this!"
The smaller blonde half rolled in the bed, pressing his back hard to his partner as Trowa relaxed, smiling as the strong arms encircled him, pulling him, if possible, closer.
"It's Chang again, isn't it? Quatre, get over it and leave it alone. He'll find his own way and, really, it is none of our business what he does."
"I know its none of my business, but I can't forget that so much hangs in the balance. To the people involved its never fair that others can do as they please and, therefore, they have no appreciation for the restrictions that can bind a person. I am still trying to work out exactly how I managed to retain everything, regaining everything lost to my father in the war and still, at the end of the day, somehow, I am free to lie here with you. Well, in the middle of the day, as the case might be."
"I can always walk out the door and not come back, you know. If it makes you feel that guilty for being happy for a change."
Quatre sighed softly, his smaller hands clasping the larger hands to his chest and he rumbled a soft, wordless protest. "I don't plan to interfere, honestly, but I can't simply 'stop' thinking about it. I appreciate what I have, because I know it was a struggle to achieve it. But Trowa, I don't run a country. I'm a business man, that's all. A merchant, if you want to use an archaic term."
"Well, you've thumbed your nose at propriety and convention and religion, going your own way and not doing anything the 'easy' way. Somehow, through your blood sweat and tears, you have rebuilt the corporation to something more than it originally was under your father's guidance. That is something you should be proud of. Why shouldn't you have something that is only for you? I honestly don't know why you won't let it go."
Quatre rolled over, dipping his head to press his ear against the broad chest, listening to the regular rhythm of the strongly beating heart. "Guilt, I think."
Trowa growled deep in his throat. "Guilt?"
"For having what others are not in a position to enjoy, and rubbing it in their faces... Even if I don't mean to deliberately do it."
Trowa yawned, stretching slowly, luxuriating in the moment. "If you have to work for something, you appreciate it a whole lot more than something that comes too easily."
"He's right, you know. Wu Fei I mean. Why shouldn't he make a play for Milliardo if he wants to? They're only human. We all want to find that special 'someone'. But it's not just Wu Fei and Milliardo. Duo is interested in him, in Wu Fei. It could turn out to be a very nasty public scandal."
"Stay out of it, Quatre."
"I know. I should stay out of the entire mess."
"Not 'should'. You WILL stay out of it. Right out of it."
"But Trowa..."
The emerald eyes were fierce, determined. "Leave them to make their own decisions, whatever that might be. Their own success or failures. If there comes a point where it is necessary, then you can help then. If they ask. But for now, its best if you just stand back and watch."
"But its so hard to do that.'
"The hardest thing in the world," Trowa agreed. "and since when have you done anything the easy way?"
End
Karina Robertson 2012