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"Target Practice in the Middle of the Night"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: R Warnings: AU, Fluff Pairings: 3x4 "Target Practice in the Middle of the Night"
“That was an antique, Trowa.” Quatre’s voice was tight, angry, and condescending. “I thought you were supposed to have good aim! Or were you just doing your typical Heavyarms stunt where you just shower people with bullets and hope you hit something important! ~Great~ plan! You sure succeeded! It was important!” “It was ugly, and old, and you never used it! You didn’t even notice it was gone.” Trowa replied coldly, getting angrier as this went. It was just a stupid vase; Ugly as sin and had been sitting next to a back window where no one ever looked at the stupid thing! “I noticed the broken window, for damn sure.” Quatre flung back at him, crossing his arms tightly across his chest and tapping his foot in that universal gesture of ‘you are never getting laid again, bucko’. Trowa glared, but Quatre was strong, and he was not backing down in the least. It was a stalemate. This was not how Trowa wanted to spend their short bit of alone time! Quatre had invited him to stay at one of the many Winner houses over Christmas to finally get a break from all of the work and family and distractions. Little did they know that the Maine house had been chosen to be the meeting place of every single Winner sister on the east coast for Christmas! Their couples’ retreat had turned into a family reunion, and, generally Trowa was taking it as well as could be expected... for someone who had to share the bedroom with no less than four other Winner husbands! Finally, they had managed to get some alone time, though. The family had arranged to rent out a theatre in the area and see some fancy Christmas movie and Trowa and Quatre managed to avoid being invited. They had the room to themselves, they had quiet, they had a fire place roaring, they could even have bloody chestnuts roasting, but no. The only nuts about to be roasted were Trowa’s-- all because of some STUPID vase that his snowball had accidentally broken! “I only played snowball fight to make your stupid sisters like me!” Trowa retorted, getting into bed and glaring at the wall. Quatre shrugged his shirt off and kicked off his shoes, giving a satisfied grunt as the loafers made a THUNK sound as they slammed full-tilt into the wall. “They do like you,” he grunted, getting into the bed and pulling the blankets up over his shoulder, glaring at the other wall, back to Trowa. Trowa gave a huff of disbelief, “No, they don’t,” he growled and stared at the wall. Quatre stared at the other wall. The clock ticked as the seconds went by, and then a full minute. And then two. Finally, it was Quatre who rolled over and poked Trowa in the ribs- hard- “Why do you think they don’t like you?” Trowa turned to look at him. His glare had softened now, and he just sighed, “I just know they don’t. I’m not from THE Barton family on L3. When they found that out, they looked at me like I was a leper.” Quatre sighed, then reached forward to run his fingers through Trowa’s hair, “They don’t mean to be stuck up. Just let them get to know you, and then they’ll come to love you as much as I do. I know they do. They weren’t exactly ready to learn that their little brother’s gay.” Trowa snorted sarcastically, “I wasn’t really ready to meet your family, either, Quat! Merry friggan Christmas Trowa! Watch every word you say! ‘Ain’t’ isn’t a word! New York Dolchi isn’t as good as Dolchi from Italy! Watch your posture! That’s a dinner fork, not a Salad fork!” he parroted angrily, “Oh, and don’t break a vase or even your lover won’t talk to you!” He was angry at first, but, the more Trowa said, then more Quatre’s anger began to turn to embarrassment. He remembered each and every time Trowa had been criticized in just the few days he’d been here, but Quatre was so used to it that he hadn’t even thought that it might be getting to his usually stoic partner. “...I guess my sisters haven’t exactly been very gentle with you...” He said softly. He leaned over and kissed Trowa’s shoulder gently, lying down behind him and rubbing his shoulders a little. Trowa shrugged tightly, “I can take it. It’s not a big deal. It was just a stupid vase. The girls were having fun. I didn’t think you’d even care. That’s why I didn’t mention it.” Quatre nodded. Trowa was right, usually Quatre wouldn’t care about something as silly as a Window. Perhaps having all of his most critical sisters under one roof was putting him on edge too. Quatre was just taking his frustrations out on his lover. It wasn’t fair. He decided to make it up to him, and kissed up Trowa’s neck and began to suck on his ear, teasing that little spot that always made Trowa groan. It worked like a charm, and suddenly Quatre found himself flipped onto his back with Trowa’s lips tracing down his throat and going towards his belly. He let out a groan of his own, and then a giggle as Trowa’s hair began to tickle across his stomach as his lover went lower. “I love you, Trowa,” Quatre purred, moving his hands to run through his lover’s hair and encourage him, “But you know....” Trowa stopped, looking up at him with a raised brow and a clear ‘what the hell did I do wrong NOW’. Quatre grinned, “You still did break that vase. I think we need to work on your target practice.” He purred, then (before Trowa could get pissed off that he was being criticised AGAIN) Quatre slowly spread his legs and hooked them around Trowa’s waist, “Mmm... let’s start with the basics, eh?” Trowa let out a laugh at that, sliding up to give Quatre a smiling kiss... and then he proceeded to demonstrate just how capable he was of ‘hitting a target’ when he wanted to be.
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