"Thirty One Days "

Written By: The Plotting Housewife

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles, Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge

Pairings: Trowa/Quatre, Heero/Quatre, Trowa/OFC

Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted and rating may be subject to change.

"Thirty One Days "

All's Fair In Love and War

Watching her hang off his arm and simper at his every word was as nauseating as the time Quatre accidentally walked in on Rashid while he was doing his naked yoga. Actually, it was more nauseating. Especially when she batted her abnormally long eyelashes at his man. No way in hell are those things real. That sentiment also applied to other parts of her anatomy. Parts that Trowa and the rest of the men at the party couldn’t stop slobbering over. Parts that were threatening to burst out of the top of her dress, no less. Quatre’s stomach twisted violently as he watched her press her painted lips against Trowa’s cheek and giggle when he blushed, ducking his head shyly. Quatre looked away and finished off his third shot of vodka, slamming the glass down on top of the bar. He studiously ignored the melodrama of the gesture and the glare that the bartender shot him.

Oh, God. This is torture. I’d rather watch Abdul perform his “magic” farting trick. Which in reality wasn’t magic at all and was more psychologically traumatizing than it was funny, or interesting in any sense of the word. He cringed when her high pitched laughter reached his ears and tapped the bar for another shot. I’d rather shave Auda’s back hair than be forced to sit through another minute of this Hell.

He was decidedly tanked when Heero slid smoothly onto the stool beside him. Quatre blinked bleary, blood shot eyes at his friend who arched a dark brow at him. “So, getting piss drunk is your brilliant plan for getting back at him? I thought you were smarter than that.” Quatre grunted, pointed an unsteady finger in Heero’s face and slurred, “You got a better idea?” He was startled when Heero grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a deep and unbelievably hot kiss that left him breathless. He gaped like a drunk fish when Heero pulled away and smirked. “Yeah, I do. Here’s my room key. Let’s go give him something to think about.”

 

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