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"Puppy Love"Written By: Waterliliylf Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights
remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being
made here. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: sap, angst, fluff, Alternating Trowa/Quatre
POV, AU Pairings: 3x4 get together, Background 1x2, 5x6
Summary: quatre gets a new puppy and has ot take
it to the vet. "Puppy Love"
Trowa's POV: My day just got progressively worse after my conversation with Quatre. By nine-forty-five, I'd had to tell a distraught family, kids and all, that their much-loved, elderly beagle wasn't responding to his new medication, and that we were pretty much out of other options. A volunteer from the local shelter had brought in two tiny puppies that had been found abandoned on the motorway. One of them was too far gone to save; the other might have a ghost of a chance. Then I'd spent half an hour trying to convince a woman that her pug's breathing problems were caused by it being obscenely overweight. She'd nodded to all my points, and then scooped up the animal and gave it half a bar of chocolate for being such a good doggie… There are times when I hate my job. I was just heading for my badly-needed coffee break when our receptionist snagged me, and asked if I could fit in one more client. It was Quatre. It was total déjà vu to our first meeting, exactly one week ago. Except he wasn't just the cute guy with the adorable puppy any more. I wasn't sure what he was now. 'Hardly good karma, is it? To pretend your dog is sick?' 'I didn't exactly say that,' he said quietly. 'I just told your receptionist that Maggie was one of your patients and that I needed to see you.' 'This isn't exactly a good time. I have plenty of actual patients who need attention.' OK, maybe I was being a bit harsh on him, but why should he get to call all the shots? I'd gone along with every damn thing he'd wanted so far, and it had obviously been a mistake. Now, he just thought he could swan into my workplace and I'd fall all over him. Sorry, Quatre. Not how it works. 'I'm so sorry,' he said quickly. 'I've been trying to call but your 'phone was switched off and when I called here they said you weren't to be disturbed. And I'm - really, really sorry about the way I treated you this morning,' he added tremulously, peeking up at me through those absurdly thick lashes. Shit, I was such a goner. All he had to do was to look at me like that, and I forgot I'd ever been angry with him. He murmured another soft apology and that was all it took for me to fold him in my arms. It felt every bit as good as it had before; he held himself stiffly for a few moments, and then just melted against me. 'I was scared that you'd never want to see me again,' he confessed. 'You're way too cute for me to decide that.' OK, maybe I'd been considering that very thing not too long ago. But he was here, and apparently sorry, and maybe I'd just over-reacted a bit. God, that was scary. Maybe this one wasn't going to be so easy to walk away from, even with all the emotional baggage he seemed to have? 'You have got to tell me what I did wrong, all right? I've been beating myself up trying to work out what I did to upset you.' 'You didn't do anything!' He pulled back slightly to look at me. 'I swear, Trowa, it was all my fault.' 'I thought we were cool last night,' I slid one hand up his back and rubbed gently. 'You seemed fine when you left; even when you called me after. I guess you started to regret it once you got home and reality kicked in a bit, hey?' He gave me a startled glance; well, well, who'd have thought it? Cathy had been right after all. 'It's just - well, I haven't been with anyone since Simon. Last night, with you, was the first time for me in months..' 'You're kidding me, right?' He shook his head. 'I thought I'd told you that.' 'Well, yeah, but I thought you meant that there hadn't been anyone serious. Really, there's been no one at all?' He shook his head. Shit. I couldn't imagine that. The first thing I'd done when I'd found out Elliot had cheated on me was to go to a bar and pull the hottest guy I could find. No way could I imagine actually being celibate for a whole year. It was sort of flattering to know I was the one who'd tempted Quatre out of his ivory tower. Although if I hadn't got any for a year, I'd probably jump on the first vaguely presentable guy I met. 'You are attracted to me, right?' He nodded. 'I thought I'd - um, proved that last night when we, you know…' he stuttered finally, cheeks blazing. 'Rule number one.' I said gently. 'If you can do it, you can talk about it, OK?' He swallowed. 'Yes then, I find you very attractive.' 'Good. Here's the thing, Quatre. I get that you were hurt by your ex; I get that it's probably hard for you to start trusting people again. I'm not going to rush you into anything you don't want, but I'm not going to play games with you either, OK? I can live with this whole sex prohibition, so long as I know that this - thing between us - is going somewhere.' I cupped his chin in one hand, making him look up at me. 'I'm not pressuring you. I just need to know there's light at the end of the tunnel, that's all.' 'There is.' He placed his hand over mine, a warm, gentle press of skin to skin. 'I really do like you. I am very attracted to you. I just got a bit panicked about things this morning. I'm sorry.' 'Stop apologising, honey. It's OK. I got a killer blowjob from you last night; I guess I can deal with you being a bit cranky the morning after.' 'Oh! I'm - not normally like that. Honestly.' Heh heh. There was that cute blush again. Weird; he'd gone down on me like his life depended on it, but he got embarrassed talking about it. Well, we could work on that. He probably just needed some practice. 'Ah, what's your rule number two?' I think he just said it for something to say, but it gave me the perfect opening. 'If you get upset about something, tell me. Seriously, I couldn't figure out whether you were pissed off earlier because I didn't fight you off last night, or because I didn't try to pressure you into something more. Even if you have a problem and you don't want to discuss it, just let me know there's something wrong.' 'I'll try,' he said quietly. 'No, Quatre. I mean it. I don't do all these stupid games some people like. Not ever. I've always been honest with my partners and I expect the same from them. If you want to back up a few steps, and take things slowly, I can do that. But you have to tell me, right? And stick to it.' 'I'm sorry,' he muttered, and I had the passing thought that maybe I could start harnessing his skin to some sort of generator. All those blushes could probably power up half the city. Or possibly start fining him every time he apologised. 'I've been an idiot, haven't I?' 'Well, you did jump my bones the minute we were by ourselves, after all the stuff you'd told me about wanting to go slowly. And now we're straight back to square one.' I grinned suddenly. 'Yeah, that probably makes you a bit of an idiot.' 'You…don't mind?' 'I'm not exactly ecstatic about it, which you can take as a compliment. But I probably won't spontaneously combust if I don't get laid for a while. Listen, I'm not regretting last night. It was fucking amazing, and I want to do it again. But I guess I can wait a bit. I assume some things are still allowed?' I bent my head until my mouth was almost touching his, watched his tongue dart out to lick his lips. 'Kissing, say?' 'Y-yes.' He stammered it slightly; good. Oh, he wanted me all right; I just needed to work my way past all those inhibitions and bad memories, and show him how good it could be. I could do that. 'A little bit of above the waist action?' I ran one hand from his hip to rest on his shoulder, not-so-accidentally brushed one of his nipples on my way up. He didn't give me a verbal reply to that one, but his breath hitched, and he arched against my hand. OK, that was more than good enough. 'You know, I'll probably regret saying this, but the next time you're feeling horny, maybe you should tell me exactly what you want, instead of just pouncing on me. So we can discuss it a little bit.' 'I will,' he snuggled back against my chest, and my arms tightened around him. 'I should let you go, shouldn't I, if you're so busy?' I grinned. 'I'm officially on my coffee break, and then I've got three cats in to be neutered. They won't complain if I'm a few minutes late.' 'I can imagine,' he smiled up at me. 'I'm so glad I decided to come to see you now. I was going to wait, but I wanted to apologise.' 'I'm glad you did too. Quite the little strategist, aren't you? Using your dog to get in here? Actually, she's quieter than usual today,' I commented, glancing down at Maggie who was sitting by the door, dark eyes fixed on us both. 'I know,' Quatre bent down and the puppy jumped into his arms. 'I think she's a bit confused by Dorothy moving in. She was really clingy this morning; usually when she wakes up, she wants to play with me, and today she just wanted to be cuddled. She didn't want to go downstairs by herself either.' 'That's odd. I can't imagine waking up in bed with you and not wanting to play. Although I guess I could just go for being cuddled.' 'Trowa!' 'What?' I tried for the innocent look he could pull of so well, but I'm not sure if it worked. Well, the fact that I was openly leering at him probably didn't help. 'You're officially my boyfriend now. I'm allowed to make suggestive remarks. And I wouldn't worry about Maggie; she's probably a bit disorientated by your new house guests.' I took Maggie from him and ran one hand over her. 'She's used to having you all to herself, so her nose might be a little bit out of joint, especially if your friend has a dog too. Just make sure she gets plenty of attention and she should be fine.' Heh heh. Just like me, actually. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe Quatre was feeling the need of a little attention too. He didn't exactly come across as high-maintenance, given that he seemed to be perfectly happy to watch movies at home by himself, but he'd probably like having an attentive boyfriend lavishing him with some loving care and affection. 'When are you free next week, honey? It would be nice to get together and do something.' 'Well, it won't exactly be a date, but my friend Zechs 'phoned just before I got here. He's suggested a group of us going paint-balling on Tuesday evening if you'd fancy coming along? It's a belated birthday present for me since he was away last week.' 'Paint-balling?' I couldn't help grinning. That so wasn't what I'd thought he'd suggest. I hadn't precisely been planning on a group of his friends tagging along either. Still, maybe it would be a good idea to do something fairly casual. 'That's not exactly what I'd got pegged as one of your hobbies.' He made a face at me. 'What, just because I'm a gay violin teacher I can't like that sort of thing? I happen to be very good at paint-ball.' 'I happen to know that you're very good at all sorts of ball-related activities,' I teased, just to watch his reaction. 'Anyway, I could probably make Tuesday evening, if it's not too early. I finish work at seven.' 'Oh, that should be fine. We're scheduled to start at seven thirty, and a game usually takes an hour or so. Then Zechs is organising dinner somewhere, if you'd be interested.' 'Sure. I've never done anything like that, but I like the idea of chasing you around the woods armed with a big gun.' Oh yeah. He obviously picked up on the, ah, hidden sub-text to what I'd said, because he gave a cute little giggle. 'That's sorted then. Listen, if you're free for a bit,
I'll just check the appointment book and see if I can take an early
lunch. We could maybe grab a coffee or something.' I glanced up at
the clock. 'Given that it's exactly one week ago since I met you first,
it's sort of our anniversary. Might be nice to do something to celebrate?' ~ * ~ |
