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"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, Trowa Barton (original)/No Name 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. Warning for Non Con "Thirty One Days " Chapter 16: The Third Time The first time anyone had touched him since his horrific encounters at the hands of the mercenaries was when the real Trowa Barton had slung an arm around him while showing him a photo of his niece, Mariemaia. He’d allowed the touch because Trowa had been his boss and he’d needed the money. When he was groped and subsequently buggered over the tool box, the sharp metal edge digging into his stomach, he’d clenched his teeth and endured it in silence. The second time he was touched was when Cathy had popped him in the jaw after finding out he was planning on self-destructing. It was the first time physical contact had been initiated out of love and concern for his well-being. He reciprocated by resting his hand on top of hers and reassured her he would return. The third time was when he kissed Quatre after gaining back his memories, but it was the first time in his life he’d initiated such intimate contact because it had been what he’d wanted to do. That third time, which he now considered his first, was the thing that finally began to close the infected wounds of past trauma and with every touch that followed, his raw, oozing core healed in increasingly larger increments. Love was the medicine, the salve for his broken soul, but discovering he was worthy of love had been the cure all along.
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