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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: Pairing: Trowa + Quatre Notes: Challenge 127. Baby Series 3 #151. Takes
place at approximately the same time as On The Prowl. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Hot Or Cold "I'm going to take us far away from here on a vacation." Trowa buried his nose in pale gold hair and managed to offer up a grunt. He was not in the least inclined to talk after sex, but Quatre, particularly following a really good session of steamy sex, tended to talk; a lot. While Quatre didn't actually babble he did tend to open up about the stresses and strain his position forced on him and, if Trowa made the effort to at least grunt in the right places, he would work out some of the lingering angst. "Somewhere away from the snow. I think I would like to stand on a beach with white sand. I want the ocean to be the deepest blue possible and I want it to be a scorcher of a day. Really hot, no wind and no sound except for the crashing of the waves on the beach." "You'd burn." "You would be there to rub sunscreen in all the right places so I wouldn't burn." Trowa snorted softly. "And where might this scorching hot beach be found?" "Somewhere far away from Sanc and its freezing winters!" Beneath the eiderdown Trowa ran a hand lazily over a naked thigh, fingertips light on warm flesh and he inhaled the scent of his lover mixed with the scent of satisfying sex. "I personally think Sanc winters are made for warm beds and scorching hot passion." Quatre shivered delicately and had to admit he was feeling far from cold at the present time. In fact he was warm. Quite warm. That hand knew the contours of his body so well, curving over his thigh, wandering a little higher... "Oohh, that's nice." Trowa rumbled a low chuckle that might have been easily mistaken for a purr. "There is more than the sun that can scorch you... and you don't need sunscreen for the kind of scorching I have in mind." "I can feel... Ugh..." Quatre shivered delicately. "Oh yes, the temperature is definitely rising." "I'm aiming for a heat so pure it makes a Super Nova feel like a warm spring day." Quatre trembled against him and it had nothing to do with the temperature being too cool; in fact he was of a mind to throw aside the blanket to gain some cool air. "You say... the nicest things at just... Oohhh... Just the right time." "When us strong and silent types talk, you better listen. We don't believe in wasting our breath. There are too many things hot breath is better used for." Trowa slid under the eiderdown and Quatre's hair nearly stood on end with the waft of warm breath that came a moment later, centred over his groin, surprisingly hot over the heat already building there. "Oh Allah! I love the strong silent type!"
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