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"Persistence"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing, a dragon (which
resides in my back yard) and possess the ability to fly at will. Pairings: 3x4 Spoilers: For episodes 3-10 Warnings: Romance, heavy lime, angst, sappy moments,
language, violence. I start out very much following the series, but
it doesn’t last long and will slide into a TWT. Some OOC (I gave
Trowa an actual personality, based on my interpretation of his character
in the series. It conflicts with the fanon view, which is why I’m
putting up the warning.) Rating: R Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Betas: Velvet and Caitilin /thought/ *emphasized* <<vid or comm>>
"Persistence " Chapter One The decision to kiss for the first time is the most
crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people
much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss
already has within it that surrender.
He hadn’t expected him to be drop dead gorgeous either! It had taken some fast talking to convince the other pilot to come with him once they left the base. He’d sworn that he could supply him with ammunition and repair any of the damage done to his Gundam. It was only the thought of re-arming the red mecha that had convinced the tall redhead to follow. Now, of course, Quatre was at something of a loss as to what to do. He wanted to be closer to the other teen, but he’d never really been around people of his age group (he did not count social functions as part of this because you were never honest at those things and did nothing more than politely flirt) and had no idea how to go about making friends. He fell onto music by simple default. Whenever he was
worried about something or needed to take his mind off a problem for
a bit, he usually just played. “I thought I’d practice for
a bit, since I have the time. If you wish to listen you can, but if
not I can find A single green eye met his for a brief moment. “I’ll listen.” Quatre smiled at him with simple delight. Maybe he liked music too! “Okay. This way.” He led him into the music room and gestured him into a chair. He didn’t take it of course, but chose to stand against a wall. Stubborn. Quatre shrugged it off and picked up his violin. He briefly checked to make sure it was in tune, then started playing a well loved favorite. Measures into the song, he was surprised and pleased to hear a flute join in. He could play too?! And apparently this was also a favorite song, because he was playing the harmony to it without any problem at all. The music consumed them both, the only awareness was of sound. And they did sound extraordinary together. Inevitably the song ended. Quatre lowered his violin to beam at the flutist. “You’re marvelous! You should have mentioned that you played, I thought I would bore you.” There was only a shrug for an answer as the flute was put back in the music case. Quatre went to replace his violin in its proper place. “That piece must be a favorite of yours, you knew it so well. What do you normally like to play?” “Anything.” “Well, that’s a broad answer.” Quatre grinned up at him. The grin faltered slightly as he became aware of the intense scrutiny he was under. There was a look in those emerald green eyes he’d never seen before, but the feeling he was getting…he’d felt that before. Never directed at him, but he’d felt it and knew what it meant. He deliberately took a step into the other’s space and lifted a hand to alight on the edge of a firm jaw. “That look in your eyes,” he murmured softly. “Do you want to kiss me?” There was no verbal answer. The redhead tilted his head slightly and closed in, passing a brief kiss over his mouth. Quatre caught his head before he could retreat and deepened the kiss. Only for a moment, because he didn’t want the other to feel caged. “Do you even know where this is leading?” The tone was not condescending…but concerned. Quatre’s mouth curved slightly. /There is a heart within you somewhere, no matter how hard you try to hide it./ “Yes. If you do not feel comfortable in taking things further, then it’s alright. I want you as a friend and ally most of all, and I don’t want to damage my chance of having that.” “As long as you can keep what we do in a bedroom in the bedroom, then there’s nothing to worry about.” Quatre offered him a hand with a mischievous smile. “It will take time to get the Gundams up to battle readiness. Shall we occupy ourselves in the meantime?” + Hours later, sometime near the witching hour, they lay tangled together among stained sheets. Quatre lay with his head pillowed on a firm chest, listening silently as his lover slept deeply. Oh, the other teen would never think of them as lovers…he’d meant what he said about keeping this in the bedroom and not letting it affect anything else. Quatre had seen his heart the minute he’d stepped out of his Gundam…and again, while they were making love. A truly gentle and compassionate soul lived in the body under him, and if it took the blond a million years, he would do everything in his power to unearth that personality. There was a hidden agenda behind that resolve, and one that would give everyone near him heart failure if they knew of it. A pair of blue eyes studied the sleeping face near him and he smiled ruefully. /I have my work cut out for me. But…you’re worth it./ + Quatre woke up later than he usually did, and was sore to boot. He’d never made love before, and what he had expected was just a bit different than reality. He really wanted a hot shower to ease some of the aches. He looked for his lover, but the bed was empty. The bathroom door was closed too, and when he paused and really listened he could hear water running. Maybe if he hurried, he could catch a quick shower then they could have breakfast together. He didn’t know much about the other boy yet and he wanted to rectify that.
It took only a handful of minute to wash and dress, then he darted back into the room they had shared with every intention to ask the other down to breakfast. He wasn’t there. Quatre looked around carefully, but couldn’t tell that the other had ever been there. His duffle bag was gone from the foot of the bed. “Master Quatre.” Quatre spun about. “Good morning, Rashid.” “Good morning, Master. The other pilot is leaving.” Quatre blinked. Already?! He darted to the window in panic and opened it before leaning out. Sure enough, the tall form that he knew so well was making its way down the drive. “You’re leaving?” he called. The redhead paused slightly and looked back over his shoulder. Quatre understood the pause for what it was. He had to leave, and the pause was only an acknowledgement of what had passed between them. /I’m a soldier too. I understand what you mean and what you’re trying to do. But it won’t work. You can’t keep me at arms length forever./ “Well, I won’t try to stop you, but at least tell me your name! My name is Quatre Raberba Winner!” There was an ease of tension in those shoulders, and Quatre knew that he’d read the situation right. Something that could have been a smile flitted over his impassive face. “I have no name, but if you must call me something, then call me Trowa. Trowa Barton.” It was as close as the other would get to saying ‘thank you’, Quatre suspected. He smiled back and waved as Trowa turned away and continued to his Gundam. “Master Quatre are you sure that it’s wise to just let him leave like that? We have no idea if he is an ally or an enemy.” “He’s not an enemy,” Quatre answered softly. “He knows where we are,” Rashid argued in exasperation. “He could come back and blow us to smithereens.” “I almost wish he would, Rashid. At least that way, I could see him again.” /Trowa Barton, eh? We’ll meet again, Trowa. And next time, you’re not walking away from me./ ~*~*~*~
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