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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: Chapter 41: Appetisers, Nibbles and Snacks. 'So what sort of bed are you looking for exactly?' Quatre asked, as we walked around Futon Fusion. Despite the name, there didn't seem to be any futons on display; just beds as far as the eye could see. This bed shopping expedition was turning out to be a lot more complicated than I'd imagined; we'd already spent ten minutes with one of the assistants explaining the different mattress types, and pointing out the models which came with built-in storage drawers. That seemed like a total waste of money; after all, you could kick stuff under the bed perfectly well. I grinned. 'One with you in it?' 'Well, I think that's pretty much a given,' he murmured, blushing to the very tips of his ears. 'Anything else?' 'That's pretty much it. OK, I guess small enough to fit in my room, and big enough for me to stretch out in. With you, obviously.' I added, just to see if his blush would deepen. It did, but he managed to give me a teasing smile and a whisper of 'well, obviously.' 'Not that it wasn't nice curling up with you in that bunk bed at the lake, but I kind of like the idea of having more space,' I commented, as we moved past a couple of girls gushing over a display of cashmere pillows. Oh, this was fun. I loved teasing him; I loved the fact that he was happily responding. I really loved the prospect of taking home a nice, big bed and christening it with him. I'd show him just how perfect sex could be between us. 'I like this one,' he decided, moving off to a bed by the wall, and stroking the gleaming wooden headboard. 'Nope, definitely not,' I decided. 'This wood looks nice, but it's too hard. We'd both be banging our heads off it all the time.' His eyes gleamed. 'Haven't you ever heard of pillows? They're supposed to stop that from happening.' 'Oh, pillows have a nasty habit of falling on to the floor,' I teased. 'I'd prefer you not to be cracking your skill at critical moments.' Yeah, and then complaining about headaches. Actually, that was pretty much the only reason so far that hadn't prevented us sleeping together. 'This one's really cool.' I pointed out a bed in the corner. It was pretty funky; adorned with a black leather headboard, and matching duvet set. 'You don't like it?' 'I think it's probably too big for your room.' Hmm, maybe he had a point. 'This one is beautiful,' he remarked, stopping beside an antique-looking canopy bed, with ornately carved bedposts. 'I don't think it would really suit my apartment, somehow. Though those posts would be very useful for handcuffs, if you seriously want to get into the whole bondage thing.' 'I don't!' he gasped. 'You're the one who keeps talking about that.' 'And you're the one who tied me up, remember? You started it!' 'Trowa, stop it!' he hissed, just as the salesgirl drifted over to us. She'd obviously picked up on the fact that we were happy drifting around by herself, and was wise enough just to check on us every few minutes. 'How are you gentlemen doing?' 'OK, I think. Still looking.' 'I noticed you were admiring some of the leather headboards. If you're interested in an upholstered frame, this one's on special offer, since it got slightly damaged when we were moving it into the showroom.' She pointed out an almost invisible scuff mark in the right-hand corner. 'The manufacturers refused to take it back, so my boss put in on sale. 'It's almost half the original price.' It was nice too; a dark chocolate-brown brushed suede headboard, that looked about the right size. And, at a fifty per cent discount, it was definitely the right price. 'You mind if we try it out?' 'Of course not. Take your time and I'll be at the desk if you need anything.' Kicking off my shoes, I slid onto the mattress. Wufei's futon was fine, except that it was too short for me, and the wooden slats had an annoying habit of digging through the thin cover. This bed was bliss; only one thing could possibly make it better. 'Aren't you going to test it too?' I asked Quatre. 'Given that I hope you'll be spending plenty of time in it with me?' Blush firmly in place, he nonetheless slid off his shoes and got in beside me. 'Nice, hey?' 'Oh, I love it!' He bounced up and down experimentally. OK, maybe not the ideal circumstances for the first time I lured him into bed with me, but I'd have it in my bedroom as soon as possible. With Quatre in it again, hopefully. Naked and bouncing around for other reasons than to try out the mattress. 'When's the soonest you can have it delivered?' 'I'm sorry. We only have one delivery van, and we're really busy at the moment. The earliest we can make it would be Saturday afternoon.' Damn. OK, I'd known we probably wouldn't be able to get the thing right away, but I hadn't thought it would take that long. I did briefly consider asking Wufei to be there to accept the delivery; he'd already offered to drop by to feed Leo, but I couldn't really expect him to spend Saturday hanging around waiting for a delivery man that would almost certainly turn up several hours later than planned. 'We're going away for the weekend. We probably won't be home 'til Monday evening.' 'Oh, I see. How about Tuesday morning?' 'That's fine.' OK, it wasn't really fine, but it would have to do. 'What next?' I asked as we left the shop. 'Would you like to go and get dinner somewhere?' Alternatively we could just go home and have sex? That would work too. Or no, that wasn't an option. Not at the moment. On Sunday evening, he'd asked me if I'd mind waiting until we got to Nova before we 'took the next step', as he'd put it. What could I have done but agree? I didn't even get why he still wanted to wait, except that apparently the cottage there was very romantic and it would be 'perfect for our first time'. As far as I was concerned, any horizontal surface where we could be uninterrupted would be perfect enough, but my cute blond had other ideas, so that was that. Still, having established the ground rules had apparently relaxed him a lot. Three weeks ago, he'd never have got into bed with me in a semi public place. We'd come a long way already; he was much more comfortable around me, now, to the point where he was flirting in public and even letting me touch him a little bit more. 'I really should go home and check on Maggie. Dorothy said she was going out this evening and I don't really like leaving her in the house at night by herself. If you don't mind, we could maybe get a takeaway and stay in?' 'That'd be great.' Way better than going to a restaurant anyway. This way, we could eat on his nice couch and then find some nice way of entertaining ourselves. Full sex might be off the menu, but that still left plenty of other stuff. 'Oh, I forgot to tell you. I've got some really good news. Cathy said that since I spent most of Sunday working, I can take this Saturday off, so we can go to Nova a day earlier. If that's OK?' 'That's fabulous.' He gushed happily. 'I can't wait. You're going to love Zechs' house. All the rooms have huge windows overlooking the sea, and there's a deck with a hot tub.' 'A hot tub sounds pretty nice. A hot tub with you and me in it sounds amazing.' 'Doesn't it?' he beamed happily, as we reached his car. 'I'll see you back at my house.' I pulled up just as he was opening his front door. 'Do you want to go into the living room? I'll just feed Maggie and let her out in the garden, and then I'll bring in some takeaway menus?' 'Sure.' His living room looked slightly different; someone had strewn girly lingerie all over the couch. 'Hey, Quatre. Is there something you need to tell me?' 'Oh no!' My boyfriend gasped behind me. 'Dorothy promised me she'd clean up her laundry before she went to work. Sorry, sorry,' He was scarlet as he dashed around picking up the frilly little things. 'She has simply no concept of tidiness.' 'Ah.' I picked up a lacy bra and twirled it from one finger. 'You're sure you don't have cross-dressing tendencies that you're too shy to talk about?' 'I do not!' For a minute, he looked unsure as to whether he should be offended or amused, then he grinned at me. 'It might be a rather effective way to stop her leaving her things around, though, if I started wearing them.' 'That could work.' I held up a black satin thong that had been draped over his music stand. 'This is actually pretty hot; she has nice taste in underwear. You'd look really good in this.' 'I don't think so!' he said firmly, dumping the frillies behind the couch. 'I'm going to kill her! I told her I might be bringing you home, and she said she'd have everything tidy.' 'Things aren't going too well with her then? You haven't mentioned her for a while.' 'It's all right, I suppose. In some ways, it's nice having someone here to talk to when I get home. And she works rather odd hours, so it means Maggie has someone around when I'm not here. She just has some rather irritating habits.' 'Bras on the couch? G- strings on the piano?' 'That's one of them, yes.' 'No sign of her moving out then?' 'Not really,' he sighed. 'She did look at some apartments last week, but they were all too expensive. And I can't exactly tell her to leave.' 'Never mind,' I consoled. 'I'm sure she'll find a nice place soon.' She could even take over my place, and I could move in here. I'd be more than happy to pay for my keep. Even financially. 'And in the meantime, you're getting some rent from her, right?' 'Er, not exactly. I can't just ask her, and she hasn't offered. If it was a long term arrangement, we'd have to sort something out, but if she's only staying for a short while, then I don't really mind.' 'Did Duo pay rent while he was living here?' 'Well, yes, but that was different. We'd shared an apartment for years before I got my own house and we had a separate bank account that we both paid money into. When we moved here, we just kept that system.' I snorted. 'If Dorothy's got comfortable, rent-free accommodation, she'll never want to leave.' 'Oh, don't say that! I'm sure she'll find somewhere perfect soon. And it's not so bad having her here, really. She's offered to cook for my dinner party next week.' 'That's still on then, is it?' Which meant that all the matchmaking schemes were still on, too. Damn. 'Of course,' he said brightly. 'It's going to be such fun having all of our friends together! And a wonderful chance for Wufei and Zechs to spend some time together in a nice, relaxed atmosphere.' 'I thought Zechs was supposed to be going to France for a couple of weeks. That's what Wufei told me.' 'Oh, it's only an hour's flight away,' Quatre brushed that tiny objection away. 'And it's a business trip; he'll be coming home for the weekend anyway. What's the matter? I thought you liked the idea of them getting together.' 'I think Wufei is more than capable of sorting out his own love life.' I didn't tell Quatre, but I was a bit irritated with my friend at the moment. He'd made a face when I'd told him Quatre and I were heading off for the weekend, muttering something about he thought we were moving too fast. Honestly, if we went any slower, we'd be going backwards. 'So what would you like for dinner?' I asked, leafing through his massive collection of take away menus and hoping to distract him from the matchmaking schemes with the offer of food. 'Chinese? Indian? Pizza?' 'Does that mean you're not on the menu?' he asked daringly. 'I kind of thought I was dessert.' His eyes sparkled. 'You could be the appetiser instead. If you wanted. If you're not too hungry.' 'Oh, I'm hungry all right,' I drawled, pulling him against me. 'Starving.' After that, I let him be the one to take control. He obviously liked being in charge, sometimes, and I wasn't complaining. Not while I got to reap all the benefits of having a hot, gorgeous guy strip me off and dedicate his considerable talents to making me feel unbelievably good. 'Does this feel good?' He tilted his head to ask, all that lovely blond hair tickling gently across the more sensitive parts of my body. Stupid, stupid question. Of course it felt good. Mind-blowingly good. Basically, any part of him touching any part of me felt pretty amazing, especially if it was his mouth on that particular part, and he had a definite talent for making me feel incredible. 'And this?' I could only moan as that gorgeous, glorious, gifted mouth drifted away and he nipped my thigh gently before zoning back in on that certain place and swirling me away to an impossibly long, drawn-out climax. 'You're such a tease, you know that?' I was vaguely aware that I needed to reciprocate at some point in the very near future. I had every intention of doing so; just not right at that precise moment. Not until my bones had started to solidify a little bit. In the meantime, it was really, really nice to lie on the couch with him. Until I made that totally innocent comment, and he jerked upright away from me. 'Quatre, what's the matter? What did I do?' 'I'm sorry,' he supplied stiffly. 'I didn't mean to tease you. I'm sorry.' 'Hey, I meant it like a compliment. Really. I loved what you were doing. Every single thing. Now, get back here.' He didn't protest, just let me fold him back into my arms, but he was too tense to relax, holding himself stiffly so he wasn't leaning into me. What the fuck was all this about? There was nothing wrong with a little flirting and teasing at the beginning; it just made the whole experience last longer. 'Talk to me, honey? I'm not sure what I said that pissed you off.' 'Oh! I wasn't. I - just,' he took a deep breath, staring intently at the painting on the opposite wall. 'Simon always used to say I was a tease, and he didn't mean it like a compliment.' 'Well, I'm not Simon,' I told him firmly. Damn, I hated the fact that he could even consider comparing to that bastard. 'I love everything you do to me. Everything. I would have thought that was pretty damn obvious. You know, the more I hear about that asshole, the more convinced I am that he was a total loser.' 'I suppose he was.' Quatre sighed, warm breath drifting across my chest. 'No, really, I know he was. I was such an idiot, for staying with him for so long. I was miserable most of the time, really. And now I've met you and I'm so happy!' 'I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me,' I smiled at him, loving the answering smile in his eyes. 'Do something for me?' 'Of course!' 'You don't know what it is yet,' I teased, delighted at how soon he agreed. I'd taken something of an unfair advantage; guys are usually willing to do pretty much anything while their cocks are being stroked. 'Wufei said you're really good at the piano. Can you play something for me?' 'Now?' He sounded incredulous; not that I could really blame him. He obviously hadn't been expecting that particular request. Still, it was kind of fun keeping him off balance. He was the one who'd come up with the no sex rule, after all; it wouldn't hurt him to be on the receiving end for a change. I'd been hovering on the verge of extreme frustration for days now; he could wait for a few minutes. 'What would you like?' 'Let's see. You, naked on the piano, would be just about perfect.' 'I'm not sure if I know that one, actually.' He said it totally seriously, apart from the twinkle in his eye. God, no wonder I was crazy about him! Even if I still couldn't figure out half the things that went on in his head. 'I guess I'll have to teach you then.' I caught his arm as he groped for his clothes. 'Don't, honey. I was serious about the whole naked thing.' 'Don't tell me,' he groaned. 'This is another one of your weird fantasies?' 'As of now, it is. Please? Just humour me.' He hesitated, and I did a little bit more of the between-the-legs persuasion. 'Look at this way. You're already naked. Why bother getting dressed just to go to the other end of the room?' He bit his lip, possibly finding it hard to summon up any objections given what my hand was currently doing. 'Well, get on with it!' I gave him a light slap on the ass. 'And Quatre. Play something romantic.' 'Fine! I can't believe I'm actually doing this, though!' He was good. Of course, it wasn't easy to appreciate the music fully, not when it was being performed by a gorgeous blond, who'd neglected to put on his clothes. After a few minutes, I decided it was time for a little audience participation. 'Hey, move over.' He shifted obligingly on the stool, leaving just enough room for me to slip beside him. 'Let me play as well, hmmm?' 'I didn't know you played the piano!' 'Oh, I can play all sorts of things. But that wasn't what I meant.' Before he could say anything else, I slipped an arm around his waist, and my fingers between his legs. 'Don't stop playing, honey. Aren't musicians supposed to be able to ignore distractions?' 'Trowa!' He squirmed against me, and I tightened my hold on him. 'Concentrate, Quatre! That note was supposed to be a flat, not a sharp. I thought you were meant to be good at this. I don't think much of your fingering so far.' 'God, Trowa, I can't do this!' It came out as a needy wail, proving just what he thought of my fingering abilities. 'No?' I leaned over and stuck my tongue into his ear, loving the way his whole body shuddered. 'You're doing very well. What are the logistics of having sex on a piano stool, do you suppose?' 'Tricky,' he managed, gasping. 'I don't think…' 'No,' I agreed. 'Don't think. Just keep playing. And let me concentrate on what I'm doing, OK?' He climaxed in a flurry of notes, only some of them off-key, to his infinite credit, at which point the pure, abused piano stool collapsed underneath us. 'Wow,' he was flushed, laughing and unbelievably sexy, lying on the floor underneath me. 'I think the Earth really moved for me that time!' 'I noticed that.' I pulled him on top of me, letting him tuck his head into my shoulder. 'Oh, my God,' he panted. 'I can't believe I did something like that. And my poor stool!' 'I think you need to get a sturdier one,' I teased, slipping one hand down his chest, tweaking a nipple. 'That was a very nice appetiser, I have to say. It's whetted my appetite nicely. Now, what's for the main course?' 'Not yet,' he groaned. 'Please, Trowa. Just give me a few minutes.' 'I was talking about dinner, Quatre,' I informed him
sternly. 'Food. Hasn't anyone ever told you have a filthy mind?' ~ * ~ |
