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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 32 Friday is a typical morning. Maggie, crying with joy to see me when I go downstairs, rushes around the kitchen and then brings me her favourite chewy toy as a gift. She's been sleeping in the kitchen since Tuesday of this week; ever since she had several little accidents on Monday night and I put my bare foot into the squishiest of the little accidents on Tuesday morning. Taco ignores me, except to give me a baleful glare from under the table. He's managed to get his paws on yet another raw potato, and is busily chewing it to shreds, and bares his tiny fangs when I try to take it away from him. It's not so much that I mind the floor being strewn with shreds of raw potato, but he always vomits it back up. I hope he doesn't have some sort of hereditary eating disorder. Dorothy was anorexic as a teenager, when her parents were going through a hideously ugly divorce. No, that 's ridiculous. Of course a dog can't inherit something like that. He does come from a rather dysfunctional background though. His owner stayed out all last night. Again. Without calling to say where she was, as we'd agreed. I would have been up all night worrying about her, except that I was rather distracted by Trowa being here. It's a typical morning, except that my boyfriend is asleep in my bed upstairs. And I woke up in his arms twenty minutes ago. Actually, that's not quite descriptive enough. I was totally wrapped by his body, as if every part of him was touching every part of me. It was wonderful. Simon had never been into snuggling; I can't remember ever waking up to have anyone holding me like that before. Getting out of bed - when I could extricate myself - was horrible. But it's seven o'clock, and I have to be in school for half past eight, and I'm not sure when he's starting work. I should probably call him. He's awake when I go back upstairs, giving me a drowsy little smile. 'I was going to look for you. Where did you disappear to?' 'I just needed to let the dogs out for a little while. And I have to start getting ready for work.' He grunts sleepily, glancing at his watch. 'Hmmm. Don't I get a good morning kiss? Or are you just going to kick me out in the street?' 'Of course not!' Smiling, I cross over to sit on the bed and brush my lips over his, soft as a whispered promise. He moans. 'Don't tease me, Quatre.' 'But I like teasing you.' Our second kiss does incorporate a certain amount of teasing, but it's a lot more…. thorough. So…what time is your first class?' Trowa asks when we finally pull apart. One hand is still stroking the back of my neck and the other is gently tracing the shell of my ear. I'm not if he quite realises that my brain turns to gooey pulp when anyone plays with my ears. 'Not until ten. But I have a staff meeting at half past eight.' 'Is it important?' 'Not....not really.' My breath hitches as his tongue finds my ear. How in the world has he discovered that I like that? 'It's just a staff meeting we have every Friday morning.' 'Will you get into trouble if you don't go?' 'Um, no.' I bite down on a gasp as his teeth fasten, very gently around my earlobe. 'It's pretty much voluntary; a lot of people never bother to attend.' 'So you won't miss anything vital?' He nips my ear and this time I don't even bother to try to hide my gasp of pleasure. That feels so good. 'No-o. I can always read the minutes on Monday morning. Or ask someone else what happened.' 'So…just theoretically, you could stay here until maybe…nine thirty? If you wanted?' 'I - ah - theoretically, yes.' Oh, God. His teeth are nibbling on my earlobe and every touch is a tiny jolt of pleasure. 'I probably could.' 'That's good. And practically?' 'I - I could probably do that too.' 'Would you like to?' What a ridiculous question…. He slides back the duvet and holds his hand out invitingly. 'Yes. Yes, I would. Very much.' 'Good.' He murmurs it approvingly, sliding one hand up and down my arm. 'Mmm. Do you always get dressed before you go to bed?' 'I … suppose I do, really. It's how I was brought up. My nanny was very religious; she believed people should be fully clothed at all times. I was always getting into trouble for kicking off my pyjamas when I was very small. I think she was scared that one of my sisters would come in and see something she thought was inappropriate.' 'I wouldn't mind you doing that.' One hand skims over my hip. 'Even if I did see something…inappropriate. These are pretty sexy pyjamas actually. Like wrapping paper on a present I get to open.' 'Trowa!' Oh dear. I'm not sure what prompts my gasp; whether it's the look in his eyes as he says this, the husky tone he says it in, or the image it conjures up; of him…unwrapping me. Or a combination of them all. He is fluttering the softest butterfly kisses across my face and throat. Ooh. 'OK, honey?' He lifts his head to look into my eyes, fingers slipping the top buttons of my pyjama jacket. 'Um, yes.' It's stupid to be self-conscious. He's seen me naked already. But this is my bed and it's broad daylight. I hadn't had time to be self-conscious in his apartment, and it had been almost dark by the hot springs. This time, it's just a little bit different. 'Hey.' His hand smoothes a strand of hair out of my eyes; such a tiny gesture but absolutely full of tenderness, and I realise how much I want this. I want him. 'You,' he says firmly, 'have absolutely nothing to feel self-conscious about. You're gorgeous. I just want to make you feel good, Quatre. If you're not comfortable with something, I want you to tell me.' I nod, just a little bit hesitantly, and then my brain shuts down as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. 'You like that, don't you?' He chuckles, and then his mouth is moving across my neck, sucking lightly at the skin, never enough to leave a mark. This is…bliss. Then it occurs to me that I'm being utterly selfish; just lying back and letting my poor boyfriend do everything. He's going to think I'm the world's most self-centred lover. He pops another button, sliding one hand inside to stroke my chest, while he drips kisses across my collarbone. Ooooooh…he has the most amazing gift for finding those places that turn me to jelly. Stop it, Quatre. Time to stop this being so one-sided. Sliding both arms around his neck, I reach up to press a kiss to the side of his jaw. He smiles and then removes my hands. 'What is it, Trowa?' I gaze up at him, wide-eyed, uncertain what I've done wrong now. 'It's OK, honey. Let me do this, will you? You looked after me last night; now it's my turn. I want to undress you, really slowly, and then I want to kiss you all over and you'd better tell me now if you have a problem with that.' 'I…I don't have a problem with it.' I'm not sure if my self-control will be able to handle that sort of attention though. Trowa gives me a wicked little smile and then bends down to flick his tongue across one nipple. 'God, you're so sensitive there,' he murmurs as I arch back against the pillows. 'I love that. How d'you like this?' I like this - my nipples alternately being licked and sucked and lightly pinched - enough that I have visions of coming before he even gets my pants off. He has one leg between my thighs, and I desperately try to rub myself against it. 'Hey,' He pushes me back down to the mattress. 'You're impatient this morning. I wanted to take this slowly, remember?' 'I know. I know! But, Trowa, I don't think I can last much longer…please…' I don't think I've ever begged like this for anything in my life. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so much. And Trowa, my incredibly evil, sadistic boyfriend just smiles and goes back to playing with my nipples while I arch against him and beg. When one hand, finally, slips down my chest, and under my waistband, I'm almost panting with relief. I want this…. Warm, strong fingers measure the length of me, play gently between my legs; never quite enough. 'Trowa, please. Please.' 'Now, honey,' he whispers in that unbelievably sexy voice. 'I want to feel you come all over my hand.' He squeezes and I do just as I'm told. 'OK, sweetheart?' Am I? All my bones have evaporated. I've behaved shamelessly. I haven't given any thought to his pleasure. I should be apologising for that; I should be returning the favour. I've never felt so good in my life. 'Quatre?' He murmurs, looking a little uncertain. 'Was that OK?' 'Yes!' I say at once, rather more vehemently than I'd intended. 'I just…I'm sorry. I know it was over too far too soon and you wanted it to last and I never even so much as touched you…' 'Stop that. It was flattering knowing you wanted me that much. That's such a turn on. You never need to apologise for that. And we can make the next round last a bit longer.' 'I think….. you just liquidised me.' He laughs. 'Oh, that's good. Then I get to drink you, right?' Oh. After a deep, deep kiss he begins to move very slowly, very deliberately down my body, shedding his boxers and my pyjamas on the way. Since my entire body has actually melted, I can't do anything, just lie there and let him do just as he wants. Which is quite entirely wonderful. I can't believe I'm hard again so fast; all it takes is for him to slide his mouth over me and I'm ready. This time, I do manage to last a little longer. This time, we come more or less in tangent, me in his mouth, him exploding into my hand. This time, we manage to liquidise each other, and collapse in a sticky puddle. It's wonderful. Duo's always talking about how much he loves this part; the cuddling afterwards, but I've never done it before. After sex, Simon would immediately jump up and shower; then we'd fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. I'd tried to justify it; that he just had a thing about personal cleanliness, but it had always hurt, just a little, that he could never wait to wash me off him. What in the world did I ever see in him? Trowa doesn't seem to have any problem with it, though. He really is perfect, isn't he? 'Quatre.' Ack. Something is touching my hair, and there's an incredibly annoying voice murmuring in my ear. 'Quatre.' 'Go 'way,' I mutter, snuggling into the warm, firm body beside me. 'I'm asleep.' 'Quatre! It's almost nine. Either we get up now, or we both call in sick. Up to you.' 'It can't be that late!' I sit bolt upright and stare at my clock. 'It can't! It was only seven a couple of minutes ago.' 'You fell asleep,' his mouth quirks. 'Well, we both did. And I'm really sorry, sweetheart, but you need to make a decision.' 'I…suppose I could call in sick.' I am so terribly, terribly tempted. 'I'd love to, really. But three of my pupils had a scholarship exam yesterday after school; I need to check how they did.' He just nods. 'No problem. Listen, how about I have a quick wash while you lie there for a minute? Then you can take a shower and I'll make some tea and check on the dogs.' He is officially perfect, I decide as I walk into the kitchen fifteen minutes later. There is tea and toast on the table; Maggie runs to meet me and Taco is quietly being sick under the table. A typical Friday morning. Life is perfect, really. 'When do I get to see you again?' Trowa pours me a cup of tea, and fetches the kitchen roll to clean up Taco's mess. 'I finish at five today.' 'OK. We can….no, shit, I can't. Quatre, I'm sorry. Our senior receptionist is retiring next week, and we're having a dinner for her tonight. I have to go to that; I've known her since I was a kid. She was always like this adopted auntie to me and Cathy.' 'Will it finish late?' I ask, rather daringly. 'You could come here afterwards, if you liked.' He grins, slathering marmalade on a piece of toast and handing it to me. 'You need to eat something, sweetheart. Got to keep your strength up. And I'm not sure how late I'll be, to be honest. Rose wants to do the whole works tonight; cocktails, dinner, pub crawl and nightclub afterwards. You probably don't want me crawling into your bed at four am.' I wouldn't mind. 'Actually, I'm helping Duo with a job tomorrow morning. We'll probably be starting pretty early.' 'I'm working 'til lunchtime, but I can meet you after that. Any idea what you'd like to do?' Go to bed again. Or futon, since I'll be staying over at your house… I don't say that. 'If it's a nice day, we could maybe take Maggie for a walk. And I could help you build those bookshelves you were talking about for your living room?' 'Does that mean I'll get to see you in your tool belt? And maybe sexy overalls?' I spray toast crumbs all over the table. 'I don't think my overalls are sexy. Do you have some sort of DIY fetish?' 'Oh, yeah.' He leers at me. 'One of my fantasies is
a hot blond guy with a power tool, and those loose trousers that fall
down to show the crack of his ass. Any chance of that coming true
tomorrow?' ~ * ~ |
