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"Take a Chance"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: No, they are not mine. And I’m
not stealing them. I’m just permanently borrowing them for an
undefined stretch of time. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: lemon, AU, Romance, 3x4, slight angst (which I fix!) Pairings: 3x4x3 Summary: Quatre literally runs into the man of
his dreams but life isn't all plain sailing. Author’s Notes: Hiya, my fellow otaku! Our
favorite blonde showed up earlier last week and started stalking me
until I wrote all of this. It’s the entire thing, but of course
I have to cut it up to email it to you all. Enjoy! //phone conversations//
"Take a Chance " Chapter Seven: The Family Factor Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be
so close as to be living inside each other's skins.
For a minute I just stood over him and watched his face. He’s so cute. There were the sounds of pans clinking together and the smell of coffee wafting through the hallways. I rubbed my eyes a little to get them unstuck, walking into the open kitchen area. Maybe Heero was already up. “Heero, are you coo—ah, hello.” Heero was not in the kitchen. The woman that turned to face me was in her late forties, only slightly taller than I was with thick hair the same color as Trowa’s and dark emerald eyes. She was very attractive, and very much a figure of confidence. Her left arm was in a sling, and the right held a spatula. Abruptly I became aware of the fact that I had snitched a pair of pajama bottoms from Trowa last night, which had been rolled up three times at the bottom in order to fit me right. Other than that, I didn’t have a stitch on. “Hello.” She responded, smiling, both brows arched a little in surprise at my unexpected appearance. “I’m Sara Yuy. It must be your car in the driveway.” “Ah, yes it is. I’m Quatre Winner.” She waited a beat, as if expecting more, and inwardly I groaned. Well, she would know sooner or later. “Trowa’s boyfriend.” Far from appearing upset about this, she actually beamed a smile at me. “Really? Good. Come in and talk to me. I’ve been waiting ages for Trowa to finally meet someone and bring him home.” Okay…from the way that she had reacted, I must assume that she knew that her son was gay but that it didn’t bother her. Wow. I wish my parents were the same. I continued the rest of the way in, taking the barstool that she waved me to. I wished that she would have let me put on a shirt at least, it would have made me feel a little less…vulnerable. And I was very glad that Trowa and I in fact had NOT made love the night before. It would have made it hard to look her in the eye. “How did you two meet?” She turned to flip a few pancakes, giving me a glance out of the corner of her eye. “I ran into him. Literally. He was picking up something for you, and I was running around trying to find my sister.” “How many sisters do you have?” I sighed. “Twelve.” She blinked at me, then laughed. She has a wonderful laugh, it was so infectious that it made me smile. “You poor boy! It must be quite interesting to live in a household with that many women. I’ve always wanted a daughter, having only sons, but that would be a little too overwhelming.” “I have lots of spares.” I informed her dryly. “Take as many as you want.” She laughed again and shook her head. “So you two met at Windfair. What then?” Like any other female, she wanted the whole story. With a shrug, I complied, telling her all of the pertinent details. I left out little things like the first time Trowa gave me a blowjob, or the time that I had cornered him in the pool in the backyard and jerked him off three times in a row. Mothers didn’t need to know trivial matters like that. By the time I was done, she had a dozen or so pancakes stacked on a plate, I had set the table (that was the safest thing for me to do in a kitchen) and we had loaded our plates full. “That is quite the story.” She looked up at me, eyes studying me thoughtfully. “You love him very much.” My voice was just as quiet as hers. “Yes. I do.” “I hope, then, that my son has the good sense to keep you. I’d hate to have to kill him for stupidity.” A blush spread over my cheeks. “I don’t think you need to worry.” “Good.” She took a bite of pancake and washed it down with some coffee. She’s an excellent cook, so I was packing pancakes away with a great deal of relish. “Tell me, Quatre. Do your parents know?” “They found out last night.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “They didn’t take it well, I’m guessing.” That was an understatement. “No. They didn’t.” “Do you want me to pretend all ignorance to your existence?” She was offering to hide me. I’m going to love this woman. “No. I think they’ll have guessed where I am. And I want it to be clear to them that I feel no shame in who I am with.” She nodded firmly. “Good boy.” “Ah…Trowa didn’t mention you coming home.” “Yes, well, there is quite a story attached to that.” “Does it involve that broken arm?” We both looked at the arm sitting in the sling. “Yes, it does. I’m rather glad now that it happened. I have a feeling that I’m needed at home for the moment.” “I certainly appreciate you being here.” “As do I.” Trowa said from the stairs. He came forward and put a kiss on his mother’s forehead, hugging her carefully. “Hello.” “Hello yourself.” She grinned up at him. “Your lover has been filling me in on all the dirty details.” Trowa arched his brow slightly. I recognized the gesture now as something that his mother did. “Is that so? Did he tell you about the time that we were almost caught making out behind the public library?” “Trowa.” I glared at him, blushing like mad. “Are you trying to embarrass me or her?” He smiled at me smugly. “Is the coffee still hot?” Just to get even I leveled a pointed look in his direction. “And where is my good morning kiss?” The kiss that he gave me was more suitable for a little sister. And I should know, I have eight of them. Mrs. Yuy started laughing, shaking her head and covering her mouth so that only her sparkling eyes showed. “Trowa, there’s no need to be embarrassed by this.” “Hn.” I rolled my eyes at that. He really was embarrassed if he was back to monosyllabic grunts. I rose to my feet and started clearing away the dirty dishes. “Quatre. Leave them.” I gave him a look that stated quite plainly that he was being insulting. “I can load a dishwasher, Trowa.” He met me look for look and arched an eyebrow in blatant challenge. “This is about the whole microwave incident, isn’t it?” I growled back. “I’d rather not take chances with my dishwasher.” “Do I get the story behind this,” Mrs. Yuy inquired calmly, “or are you two going to keep circling each other like two male tigers?” I sniffed and refused to answer that. Trowa did it for me. “He was trying to heat up leftover Chinese food. Only he was reheating it for twenty minutes, and he had left it in the Styrofoam take-out box.” “I hit the 0 button one too many times by accident.” I groused, not looking at anyone. “And how was I supposed to know that Styrofoam isn’t microwavable friendly?” “Oh dear.” The woman had the absolute gall to start laughing. “I had wondered why we had a new microwave.” “We couldn’t clean it out.” I said, resigned to the embarrassment. I’d get Trowa back for this one. “He’s a kitchen hazard.” Trowa informed his mother. “I don’t let him near it for any reason.” I gave up on keeping my dignity intact and turned toward the stairs. “I am going to go take a shower.” The doorbell rang. I dove for the inside of the kitchen,
and nearly ran into Trowa in the process. Dang, I really didn’t
want to be caught half-naked like this. I groaned a little when Mrs.
Yuy opened the door to revel Iria and Nina. I love my family, truly,
but I didn’t want to deal with them right now. I don’t care
for fighting, and I especially don’t care to fight with loved
ones. Iria knows me too well. “Glad to hear it.” “We DO want you to come home though.” I slumped a bit. Back to real life. “Yes, I gathered that. How did you know where to go?” “There’s a backwards telephone directory in the phone book, remember? I knew the phone number from your caller ID. It was easy from there.” My sister is too smart for her own good sometimes. Nina came forward, very hesitantly. I frowned a little and moved toward her, sinking down onto one knee, encouraging her to come forward. Nina, as the six year old, was the baby of the family. I’ve always been a little bit more protective of her than anyone else. “What is it, Nina?” She burrowed into my arms, hiding her face against my chest. “I didn’t think you would come back.” She mumbled. I didn’t need Iria’s pointed glare to know that I had screwed up. “No, sweetheart. No matter how mad I am, I’ll always come back. Okay?” No response. I winced. Yes, I really had messed things up this time. I was at a loss as to how to fix it again though. Trowa sank down to my level. “Nina?” She turned a little, acknowledging him but not showing her face. “It’s more than that, isn’t it? You were afraid that I had stolen him from you.” Nina peeked up at him. I froze, staring at him in horror. Please tell me he was joking! Trowa took her from my arms, settling her on one knee. She was remarkably calm about that. Recently she had begun to pitch a fit about being handled. Trowa looked at her directly, holding her eyes. “I’m not trying to take him from you.” “Really?” Her voice was small and unsure. He nodded somberly. “Would you mind sharing?” A little smile took over her face as she shook her head. “No.” Trowa smiled back, eyes twinkling. “Good.” If I wasn’t already in love with him, I would have fallen for him hard at that moment. What did I do to deserve him? I put an arm around both of them, kissing Nina on the forehead and Trowa lightly on the mouth. “Why’d you kiss him there?” Nina blinked innocent blue eyes at me. Now that everything was right again in her world, she was back to normal. Normal meaning that she was acting like an inquisitive little monkey. “Because he’s the boyfriend.” I told her. “Oh. Trowa, how’s your hair stay like that?” Trowa winked at her. “Magic.” “Don’t try to find the connection.” I warned him. “There’s no logic to how her mind works.” “Hn.” “Who’re you?” We all turned to see Heero standing at the foot of the stairs. He only had a t-shirt and loose pants on, so my bet was he had just rolled out of bed. “This is Heero, Nina.” I explained. “Trowa’s brother.” “They don’t look like brothers.” She informed me. “I know. But they act like it.” I motioned Heero closer. “Heero, this is my youngest sister, Nina and one of my older sisters, Iria.” “Hello.” Heero responded. He had this subtle little smile on his mouth. How long had he been standing there anyway? “Are you a boyfriend too?” Nina asked artlessly. Trowa lost it. His shoulders started shaking, low chuckles rumbling out of his chest. Mrs. Yuy looked a little startled at the display. I looked over at Heero and had to swallow a smile. He was completely flummoxed by the question. “No, Nina, Heero isn’t a boyfriend.” Or at least, I hadn’t heard anything about it if he was interested in someone. “Iria, could you explain it to her?” “Oh no.” She frowned at me, very unhappy about the whole situation. “This is your doing, so you get to explain it.” Mrs. Yuy came forward at this point. “I’ll explain it. Why don’t you two get dressed?” “Are you their mom?” Nina inquired, tilting her head up and around to peer at the adult standing behind her. “Yes, I am.” “Why is Trowa a boyfriend and Heero isn’t?” Nina seemed determined to get to the bottom of this. “Let’s go into the kitchen and get some chocolate.” Mrs. Yuy offered, extending a hand. “Things make more sense with chocolate.” Nina took her hand and followed along, still spouting questions. I turned to Iria. “Is that true?” “About the chocolate? Yes. However, it only seems to work for females.” She shifted, started to speak, then bit her lip. I recognized the signs and sighed. “Spit it out, sis.” “Quatre, it wasn’t just Nina that was feeling insecure. All of the girls are.” Huh? “What? Why?” “Think about it. You’ve never even raised your voice in front of them before. And last night—” Last night I had done more than that. “The younger girls especially are afraid you won’t come home. I think Tabitha and Isa know better, but they’re not too sure what to think of the whole situation.” I started putting the Japanese cuss words that I knew to good use. If I tried to smooth the situation out all by my lonesome, it would take at least a week before things were back to normal. “Trowa, would you come back with us? Work your magic again?” “Of course.” He assured me gently. I leaned in and hugged him. “Arigato.” “Nan demo nai.” He whispered in return. “Thanks.” I followed Trowa back upstairs. To save time and water we both hopped in the shower together. We were too rushed to really enjoy more than a grope or two, darn it. I’ll have to remember to get Trowa wet and naked sometime in the future. Five minutes later we walked into the kitchen. Three females were sitting around the table, munching on brownies contentedly. I have to admit, I was curious as to Mrs. Yuy’s explanation. “So, Nina, why is Trowa my boyfriend but Heero isn’t?” “Because,” She replied promptly, looking up “Trowa wants to kiss you and Heero doesn’t.” Okay, so maybe it wasn’t so difficult to explain after all. Trowa looked like he was going to choke on his laughter. Heero wasn’t much better. I bowed to Mrs. Yuy’s mothering expertise and picked Nina up. “Alright troops, let’s head out.”
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