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"25 Days of Gundam Wing"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Fluff, humor, bad puns, yaoi. Pairings: Trowa/Quatre. Summary: Quatre bakes Christmas cookies. Prompt: Cookies "25 Days of Gundam Wing " Chapter 4: Cookies Quatre pulled the third baking sheet full of sugar cookies out of the oven, inhaling the sweet scent of butter, sugar, and flour that wafted up from the fresh baked pastries. Oh yeah, that’s good stuff! The cookies were cut into a variety of holiday shapes. The Christmas trees, stockings, Santas, snowmen, wreaths, and bells would soon be frosted in bright hues of red, green, blue, pink, and white, and then decorated with a variety of toppings. The counter tops were littered with a ridiculous abundance of sprinkles, colored sugars, and a vast assortment of tiny candies. Trowa arrived a short time later, catching the delicious scent of sugar cookies and frosting before he even opened the front door. His belly churned with a little trepidation. Quatre baking could only mean one of two things: He was upset, or he’d channeled his inner Betty Crocker in anticipation of the upcoming holiday season. Trowa sent up a silent prayer in the hopes that it was the latter. He crossed the living room and walked into the kitchen to see Quatre standing with his back to him, humming an off tune version of Jingle Bells. Racks filled with yummy goodies stood beside him as he transferred the newest batch with a rubber spatula. A frilly apron was tied around his waist, accentuating his round bottom. Speaking of yummy goodies. Stealthy as a cat, he crept up behind his petite lover. So immersed in his culinary undertaking, Quatre never heard him. He jumped and yelped when strong arms closed around him and pulled him against a solid chest. “Trowa! You have to stop sneaking up on me like that. You’re going to give me a heart attack.” “Sorry.” He turned his lover around in his arms and chuckled at the swaths of colorful frosting that streaked the blond’s face, across his nose, forehead, and chin. His cheeks were pinked from the heat of the kitchen and his eyes twinkled with the spirit of the season. He looked positively delectable. “I thought I smelled something delicious in here. I thought it was the cookies, but -” Trowa sniffed his love’s neck, “Nope, it’s you. I see you’ve been sampling the goods.” “Oh, stop.” Quatre swatted him lightly. Trowa buried his face into the creamy skin of his neck and pressed soft kisses into the flesh. “Mmm, on second thought, don’t - don’t stop…” Quatre wrapped his arms around his neck, curling his fingers into the silky brown hair. Trowa’s hands slid down and closed around the backs of his thighs, lifting him up to sit on the counter. He maneuvered himself between his lover’s legs and kissed his neck and jaw, each caress of his lips moving farther up until he reached Quatre’s mouth. They made out heatedly for several minutes, Trowa pulling on the knot that held Quatre’s apron in place. “Ah, Trowa,” the blond whimpered. Trowa nuzzled him and growled, “Quatre. I want your cookies.” He moaned, tipping his head back in wanton surrender. “Oh, Trowa, you can have my cookies whenever and however you want. My cookies are all yours.” Trowa pulled back, picked up a sugar cookie from the cooling rack, and popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Mmm-mmm…yeah. God, I love your cookies. Keep up the good work.” He turned on his heel and traipsed out of the kitchen leaving Quatre sitting on the counter, flushed and flustered. He stared at his boyfriend’s retreating back, then glanced down at his tented trousers. "Damn it, Trowa! I hate it when you do that!”
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