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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Trowa x Quatre Notes: Challenge 118. Baby Series 3 #123. Takes
place shortly after Us?. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Hunger "You do know that I'm sorry, don't you?" Trowa growled, not wanting to stir. Not wanting to be reminded of the past 24 hours. He was warm and comfortable, and the last thing he wanted was to rehash their one recurring argument. It was the only thing he and Quatre were in contention about. The corporation was demanding, yes, but it need not be AS demanding. Quatre, in his initial need to prove he was capable of stepping into his father's shoes, had gone too far and ultimately tied himself up in so much red tape that he could scarcely spare the time to breathe. Trowa had watched it happen over the years and walked out when he could not take Quatre ignoring his pleas for time to be left for simply living. A day had come when enough had been enough and he had left, simply walking away from their relationship in despair. Quatre had not believed he would do it on that occasion and it had been a month of agony, of waiting and wondering if he had gone too far. But he had turned around one day and found his lover on his door step, wanting to know what he had done wrong; as if he had not told him what was wrong hundreds of times. They had talked and they had agreed to try again and Quatre had improved matters, but Trowa had warned him if it happened again he would go and that would be the end of it. Always hoping, of course, that the need would never be there to demonstrate his determination. At least this time he had only needed to get his backside out of the hotel suite door to have Quatre recognize the road they were heading down. Of course the great thing about arguing was the make up sex. Quatre, when he was not exhausted, was great in bed. Really great. But it would be even better when Trowa had a decent nights sleep to make up for his last 24 hours. "Trowa?" "Hmmm?" "We need to talk. When I restructure the company, what do you think about looking around for a house outside the city? I'm tired of living in hotels." "Mmmm." A hand crept along his back, dropping down in a caress across the rising curve of his left buttock. Something in his belly stirred, tickling into life. "I've missed the sex." Something resembling a growl emerged from him; the fingers were walking in little light touches across his flesh, dipping down and curving… "Quatre." "Yeeeessss?" "Hungry." "And what would Trowa like to eat, hmmm? Maybe something… warm and weeping? Maybe chocolate flavoured?" He could hear the amusement in the low murmur as fingers dipped lower, slipping to his thigh. A long leg parted his thighs further and those fingers dipped deeper between his thighs, lifting a little higher, touching him… "Shit no. I want a steak sandwich with the lot, mustard and hold the bacon." ~ * ~ |
