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"Matchmaker"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: The only things that belong to me
is the story itself, the heroine, and the villains. The rest I stole.
^_~ Rating: NC-17 Spoilers: nada Pairings: 3x4, background 2x5 Warnings: AU, romance, language, limeny-lemon
things, insane grandmothers Author’s Insane Babblings: I found a picture the other day of Quatre consorting with plot bunnies. It explains everything, I think. It certainly explains where *this* idea came from…out of *nowhere!* *stalks away grumbling*
"Matchmaker" Epilogue Three Months Later When Amee walked into the living room I was immediately suspicious. For one thing, she was supposed to be upstairs doing homework (and thereby giving certain adults some snuggle time.) For another, she was wearing The Smile. The Smile meant trouble, and has since she was four months old. The last thing was the most important—the little wrapped box in her hands. With great ceremony she came forward and set it in Trowa’s hand. Then she stepped back, smiling expectantly. He gave me a glance (I had no clue what she was up to) then looked at the box. “There’s nothing lethal in this is there?” “Nope,” Amee assured him brightly. Giving her another glance askance, he shifted me so that he could have both arms free and opened it. I saw his eyes go wide and his mouth worked a little. “What?” I demanded. In answer he turned the box upside down, dumping something out onto his palm. A key. I instantly recognized that key. Aw crap. “It’s the key to the house,” Amee unnecessarily explained. “Quatre’s been too afraid to give it to you, so I decided it was up to me. Do you need help moving?” As tempting as it was to just curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment, it would send all the wrong signals to Trowa so that option wasn’t available to me. I glared at her instead. “Amee…” “Don’t growl at me. That key has been sitting on your dresser for three weeks. If I hadn’t done something, it might have stayed there until you were both old and grey!” I upped the glare. “Fine,” she sighed. “I know when I’m not wanted.” She stuck her tongue out at me before leaving the room. The door might have closed just a tad too hard behind her. The silence left in her wake was rather…strained. I cleared my throat a little and peeked up at Trowa. He was watching me thoughtfully, frown tugging at his mouth. “Have you really been hesitating over this?” Confession time. “I…want you to move in. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.” “…” Between one heart beat and the next he pinned me onto the couch and kissed me aggressively. After a stunned moment (surely this means he likes the idea? Maybe?) I responded just as fully. When he finally released me a small eternity later, we were both panting. “Trowa?” “The only thing I hated about our relationship was when I had to go home, and you’re wondering about asking me to stay?” You know, put it that way, and all my insecurities sound really stupid. “So…do you need help moving in?” “I’m not going to turn any help down,” Trowa assured me as he closed in for another kiss. Judging from this kiss…he definitely likes the idea. ~*~*~*~ OWARI Honor: Okay, because of this idea we now have nothing
finished for the Moments of Rapture contest.
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