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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" Quatre's POV; Chapter Two: This sort of thing never happens to me. Duo gets hit on by strangers all the time; at least, he used to until he met Heero and now any potential hitters get blown away by a blast from the Yuy arsenal of lethal glares. As for our other friend, Zechs, he only has to tilt his head so his cascade of white-gold hair falls over his shoulders just so, and he has people swooning all around him. But this morning I got picked up at the vet's. By the vet, to be exact. I even got kissed. Straight out of the blue. OK, maybe it wasn't totally out of the blue. He's gorgeous. Blazingly intense green eyes, that fall of hair that's cinnamon mixed with chestnut and coppery tints when he stood under the fluorescent light in the surgery. And he's also really nice. Do vets have bedside manners? He's got this really - soothing presence, somehow. Like nothing is going to faze him, like he'll always be able to cope. Something I could definitely get used to. So when he asked me out, of course I said yes. I think I might have been a little bit too enthusiastic, in fact, and then I couldn't stop blushing. I've never been very good at the playing-it-cool thing. My friend Zechs, now, he can play it cool all the way to the North Pole. I don't think Trowa minded, though, because the next thing, he was leaning over to kiss me. He'd offered to drive me to the café, and then drop me back at the clinic, and it was tempting for a minute but … well, I'd just met him, and OK, he belonged to a caring profession and I knew his sister and everything, but it wasn't like I really knew him. So, I started into a long, rambling explanation about why it was actually more convenient for me to drive myself, not wanting to offend him, and he just gave me an understanding little smile and said that was fine and he'd meet me there. He walked me to my car and held the door open while I tucked Maggie into her travel basket, and gave her a treat for being so brave. And now I'm driving to meet him. Wow. Not what I'd planned for this morning. On my birthday, I generally tend to hide away from the world. There isn't an awful lot of point in celebrating another year on the planet when your parents and most of your family refuse to acknowledge your existence. I guess Duo was right when he said that having a dog would help me to meet new people. Thinking of my best friend reminds me I said I'd give him a call after the vet's appointment. Normally, I never use my cellphone while I'm driving, but today is obviously a day for breaking rules. 'Hi? Duo?' 'What?' Heero's voice growls down the 'phone. 'Oh, Quatre. Duo's in the shower; can I get him to call you back?' 'No, I'm not in the shower! I'm here. Hey, Quat, what are - Heero, stop molesting me. I'm on the 'phone.' I can hear Heero muttering something about people walking around naked, and then Duo's back on the line. 'Happy birthday! I was just going to call you! Listen, I know you hate your birthday, and you said you just wanted to be alone and everything but I thought maybe you'd like to come over later and we could have a barbeque or something.' 'Oh, thanks Duo. I would have liked that but I've actually got arrangements to meet someone.' 'Who?' I can hear his voice sharpening. Hah! Duo Maxwell thinks he can run my whole social calendar but he doesn't know everything, does he? I can't help grinning idiotically into the 'phone as I say, 'Why don't you guess?' He'll never guess. 'The Hot vet guy? It is, isn't it?' 'What?' I splutter. 'How the hell did you know that?' 'I have my methods,' he says, trying to sound all mysterious, and then starts to laugh. 'You told me you were bringing Maggie for her shots this morning; I've already met that hot new guy they have working there.' 'You never told me that!' 'Didn't I? Must've slipped my mind. So you've got a date already? At ten-thirty? Way to go, Kitty Quat! See, I told you a puppy would do wonders for your social life. You have her less than a day and you've already got a date!' 'Duo, he just asked me to go to brunch with him. Brunch isn't a date. It's - it's cold cereal and scrambled eggs.' 'Brunch is so a date, Quat! Pancakes and hot maple syrup and French toast with fresh strawberries and whipped cream!' He manages to draw the last word out…..creamily… Oooh. Trowa covered in whipped cream. And maybe a few sliced strawberries as a garnish in certain strategic places. And a little jug of warmed syrup on the side. Or honey. Honey's nice too. And it's very good for you. See, there's a reason why it's illegal to talk on the 'phone while you're driving? Luckily, there's a roadside turnout coming up so I can pull over to finish the conversation. 'Oh, that'll be so cool when you two are a couple,' Duo waffles on. 'We'll be able to get free medical treatment for our dogs!' 'Duo! I'm not going out with him just for that.' 'Of course not; it'll just be a little side benefit. Vet bills are damn expensive. Just you wait and see; dating hot vet guy could save you a fortune! It's like the only reason I'm dating an architect is so he'll design my dream house. Ow! That was a joke, Heero!' 'Stop calling him Hot Vet Guy! He's called Trowa.' Trowa Barton. Quatre and Trowa. Trowa and Quatre. Tro and Quat. 'Trowa,' my friend echoes down the 'phone. 'Oh, Trooooowaaaaa…Mmm, nice name for moaning in bed…. .' 'Duo!' That comes from both Heero and myself and then there's a loud yelp from Duo. 'Ow! That was a joke! Seriously, you two need to lighten up. Quat, why don't you bring him by later so we can interrogate him? And take care, OK? Heero, stop that already! I'm trying to have a proper conversation here! Listen, Quat, I'm being sexually assaulted so I'd better go. Tell Hot Vet Guy to treat you right or I'll send Heero over to glare at him.' He hung up before I get a chance to tell him about the kiss, and I started the engine again. That kiss. Well. To be honest, it wasn't the hottest kiss I'd ever had. Maggie managed to give me more tongue when she licked my face this morning. It was still pretty incredible though. Just the fact that it had happened at all. Gentle with just the right amount of pressure and the faintest flick of tongue against my lips, hinting that he would have liked more, before he pulled back. My mind had already taken off spinning on a million different carousels when he put his hand on mine. I was trying to work out whether it was a comforting, wholly professional gesture, or whether he thought I wouldn't be able to keep a firm enough hold on Maggie's neck for him to give her the injection. And then he'd started caressing my palm with the fingers of one hand and then he'd asked me out. The hand-holding presumably wasn't all that Maggie-connected, then…. This is crazy, really, though, isn't it? It would be so much easier just to miss the turn to the ocean, which is just coming up, and go home. On the other hand, maybe Duo was right when he said dating a vet would come in useful. We never had pets growing up; just security dogs to patrol the grounds. My father didn't want us to have any distractions from our studies, and my mother would have had a fit at the thought of puppies chewing her designer shoes, or making a mess on the oriental carpets. Actually, I could do definitely with some advice on the whole housetraining thing. Until then, I'll really have to stop walking around barefoot. OK, this is the turn off, and I'm signalling that I want to turn, and Maggie is standing up after her little nap and wagging her tail. Maybe this isn't such a crazy thing to do.
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