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"Do You Dream of Me?"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: If I owned Gundam Wing, do you honestly think I would be writing non-profit fanfiction? Rating: NC-17 Pairings: 3x4, past 1+4 Warnings: TWT, romance, slice o’ angst, lime, some language Spoilers: nada Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Beta: Velvet (kudos and pocky for her, since she did it within two hours) Author’s notes: Warning! This is another idea that hit me on that road trip to Utah. I swear driving for twelve hours in a row is dangerous. Don’t do it unless you’re desperate. And if it is necessary, lock your muse in one room and Quatre in another. Padlock the doors. /thought/ *emphasized* //vidphone or com//
"Do You Dream of Me?"
A kiss that speaks volumes is seldom a first edition.
Since Quatre had a broken leg, and didn’t have crutches, he couldn’t pace off his nervous energy. Trowa had sent a message—frustratingly brief—that morning, saying that he was on his way. Quatre had driven everyone crazy until they had finally put him on the front porch. At the moment, he was clinging to one of the posts and peeling off the already peeling green paint. Duo and Wufei had shown up the night before, having finally gotten caught up on all their messages and realizing that Quatre was alone with Heero. Worried about the situation, Duo had cut his seduction plans short, dragging Wufei with him. They had burst inside to find Heero and Quatre nestled in front of the fireplace, thoroughly involved in a round of Dai Hin Min. Quatre was glad to see his friends, but he hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep that night. They had put the couple in the bedroom, and they had taken FULL advantage of it. Quatre knew for a fact that Duo was usually bottom, and that they had made love four times before falling asleep at three in the morning. How Heero had managed to sleep through it all was a mystery. “Q, sit down.” “I can’t,” Quatre shot back irritably. “I’m too restless.” Duo rolled his eyes, getting up from his relaxed position against the house. “You’re going to be worn out by the time he gets here.” “I know.” “So sit down.” “I can’t!” Wufei popped his head out the doorway and scowled at them. “Duo, leave Quatre alone.” “He won’t sit down.” “So let him stand. As long as he isn’t putting weight on his bad leg, it’s fine.” Duo stuck his tongue out at his lover. “Unless that’s an invitation, I don’t want to see it.” Duo grasped both hands over his chest, stumbling back in mock horror. “God in heaven! Fei-cakes just made a crude joke! That’s it, the world is ending.” Wufei stuck his tongue out at his lover before ducking back inside. Duo howled laughing, doubling over and almost falling to the ground. Watching him, Quatre couldn’t but laugh as well. The exchange had been entertaining, he had to admit. The sounds of a vehicle coming up the gravel driveway distracted the two pilots on the porch. Quatre could barely restrain himself as Trowa drove up, so glad to see his own lover alive and whole that he wanted to jump for joy. When Trowa slid out of the jeep and started walking toward him rapidly, he simply couldn’t hold it in anymore and leapt for him. Trowa caught him tightly, stumbling back a bit at the impact. He couldn’t even say ‘hi’ before Quatre’s mouth latched onto his and proceeded to kiss him breathless. “…hi,” he managed weakly when Quatre finally broke the kiss. “Hi. Have fun?” “Kinda. Went in, blew stuff up, pissed off Une, then snuck out again. Pretty normal, really.” “Cool.” Quatre gave him another kiss, just as torrid but more brief. “Wufei’s cooking. Are you hungry?” “Starving. You haven’t been walking on that leg, right?” “Nah. I think the guys are keeping score in some kind of game, actually. ‘Who can get to Quatre first before he can stand.’” “Good.” Trowa arranged his burden more comfortably in his arms and approached the house. “And Heero?” “It’s fine. We’re back to being friends.” Quatre’s eyes softened with his smile. “He’s glad, actually, that we fell in love.” “So am I, love,” Trowa whispered. “So am I.” ~*~*~*~ OWARI. Honor: You guys might notice a similarity between this one and Right Here Waiting. That’s because, in the beginning, before the world was created and dirt was named, they were one story. I was playing the ‘what-if’ game, trying to get myself unstuck, and the story went two different ways. So I just let them divide themselves—like some kind of bloody bacteria—and wrote both. The rest is history. Shigeki: They don’t need to know that. Honor: It’s FYI, okay? Besides, it’s better than explaining myself a half dozen times. Quatre: Cool. I’m glad it’s finished. Go back to Fire. Honor: …I guess there really is no rest for the wicked. Duo: For you, no. Honor: Grrrrr… ~ * ~
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