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"Here There Be Dragons"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing (and its bishounen),
polka dots have pin stripe suits, and mermaids live in Arizona. Rating: R. Pairing: 3x4, existing 1x2 Spoilers: Nada. Warnings: AU, yaoi, lemon, romance, some angst,
sap, dragons, clairvoyants, and cats with attitudes. Author’s Insane Ramblings on Who Knows What: DEATH! DEATH I SAY! Off with all plot bunnies
heads! I’ll slaughter them all! Shigeki: Just ignore her. She’s always like
this. "Here There Be Dragons " Epilogue Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where
we belong. All you need is love!
I entered the negotiations not as Quatre Winner, but as Quatre Winner Barton, mate of Wyvern Trowa Barton. There was a small part of me, about five brain cells, that adored the astonished looks I got. They hadn’t expected me to change like I had. Several of my sisters, during the break, actually came up to me just to talk about the mark on my neck and my eyes. I think two of them wanted dirty details about my wedding night as well, but Trowa was right behind me the entire time I was talking to them, and his presence rather curbed their more base curiosity. After two weeks, the new Agreement was hammered out. This time, things had gone much smoother than the first attempt. No flaming desks, no insults, no attempts at back stabbing. Rather boring, actually. At night Trowa and I continued exploring each other’s bodies, and our limits on fire control. We burnt two more beds by accident before I figured out how to shield his ability. Normally I would have asked Sally for advice but, well, I could just imagine the effect that request would have had. Sandrock had a thought about two days into negotiations. She mused aloud that if I were able to mate with a dragon simply because of my ability to accept power, then perhaps Sally was a candidate as well. After all, she shared the same ability—it was why she had been chosen as my teacher. That possibility had simply been too good to pass up. I made sure to mention the same line of thought to Wufei, who in turn hunted up my old teacher and ‘tested’ her. He came back grinning smugly. I didn’t bother asking what the result was. I figured it was redundant. Sally showed up at the castle an hour later, steam coming out of her ears. I took great pleasure in pretending all ignorance. Wufei took great pleasure in taking advantage of her proximity. Needless to say, by the time the new Agreement was signed and finalized Sally was Wufei’s mate. Sandrock and I are still gloating a bit about setting that one up. Now everything is finished, and it’s time to leave. I looked around the master bedroom one last time, making sure that I hadn’t missed anything. It was rather sad to leave this place. I fell in love here—met my husband, became his as he is mine. “Quatre?” Trowa poked his head around the door. “Are you ready?” “I think so.” He smiled at me, just a soft and tender smile that said he understood what I was feeling. “We can’t stay here forever, love. Come on.” He’s right. I couldn’t stay forever. I gave it one last study before turning around and walking to him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and I slid one around his waist as we walked down the stairs. “So how are we going to get to your ancestral home?” “Flight, of course.” When you don’t have wings, there is no ‘of course’ about it. “So…I’m assuming that I can ride you?” Trowa blinked and flushed, and I just knew that his mind had slid straight into the gutter. “Trowa! What are you thinking?” It had been a perfectly innocent question! “We’d have to go back to our old bedroom for me to answer that,” he responded with a leer. Were all dragons this perpetually horny? Maybe I should compare notes with Sally later. “Try to constrain yourself for a few hours, love.” His lust instantly was replaced by concern. “Are you still sore?” I waved this away. “I’m fine.” Three weeks of lovemaking had accustomed me to my husband’s attentions. “But I would like to get to my new home at some point before year’s end. How long is the flight?” “Hm…about ten hours. We stop halfway and rest for an hour before continuing.” I knew without being told that we would split up in the last hour of the flight. There was a mountain range high in the eastern part of the continent that all of the dragon lords lived on. Each had their own castle up near the top of a mountain. It was only a matter of a half hour flight in most cases to visit. I was very glad of this. In the past two months I had developed close friendships with all the wyverns, and I hated the idea of separation. We stepped out into the sunshine, Trowa locking the castle doors behind us. I waited a safe distance away while he transformed into dragon form—and he’s huge when he does that by the way. It makes the castle look like a normal house. He’s dark green, and his scales shimmer from light gold to a dark forest green as he moves in the light. I’d always been puzzled by how my mark shifts colors until I saw Trowa in full dragon form—then it just made sense. His scales do the same thing. My husband lowered his neck so that I could climb on, sitting right at the base of his neck. That spot was just flat and wide enough for me to feel balanced, even during take-off. I still clung to him as his wings beat powerfully, lifting him up into the air. Everyone else lifted as we did, turning gently toward the East and the rising sun. I lifted my face to those warm rays, feeling the wind wash over me and the rhythmic beat of Trowa’s wings under my legs. I felt a freedom in the sky that I never felt on the ground, and it was Trowa that made that possible. Trowa turned his head slightly, and probably saw me grinning like a loon. “What are you so happy about?” he rumbled over the wind. I laughed, high on pure unadultured joy. “Everything!” In Trowa, my best friend, my lover, my husband, I had finally found my heaven on earth…Forever. ~*~*~*~ OWARI. Honor: Whoa. Okay, this is a first. |
