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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"
Chapter 45: Nothing Like Fresh Sea Air Breakfast on Saturday morning was enough to satisfy even the most die-hard of romantics. I hoped it would be nice enough for Quatre. As it was exactly four weeks since the first time we'd had brunch, I'd made pancakes, which he'd ordered that day and which seemed symbolic somehow. He'd fed me a carefully prepared forkful and he'd tasted of syrup and strawberries the first time I'd kissed him properly. I'd laid out our meal under the rose arbour; there was a rustic-looking bench and table, apparently made of interwoven twigs, and the few early roses in bloom were deliciously scented. There was a perfect view of the sea and the crescent curve of white sand. 'Oh, this is so perfect!' Quatre exclaimed, drifting outside. 'Good morning!' He kissed me back enthusiastically, making me reflect that sex was obviously very good for him. He hadn't even bothered to dress properly; just pulled on a pair of shorts. 'Mmm.. You look good enough to eat.' 'For dessert maybe?' he murmured archly. 'You made blueberry pancakes! This is wonderful, Trowa.' 'If you want dessert, you'll have to eat all this first.' I piled his plate with pancakes, cream, syrup and bacon. It was a totally empty threat, of course. But I really had to keep his energy levels up, and feeding him plenty of carbs should achieve that. 'So...did you have any plans for today?' 'Um, I think I did, but you melted my brains last night.' 'Well, that just makes you the perfect boyfriend then. An amazing body and no brains to speak of! Ow! That was a joke, Quatre.' 'I'm glad to hear it.' Oh, he could sound stern when he wanted to. Even if the effect was slightly spoiled by the fact that he had a cute little blob of whipped cream on the end of his nose, and his usually immaculate hair was standing every which way. A good look on him, actually. 'Just for that,' he waved the finger that had just jabbed me in the ribs, 'maybe I can remember some plans. It would have been nice to watch the sunrise for a start.' 'Bit too late for that.' I poured syrup on my plate, thinking how nice it would be to pour it over my boyfriend instead. Hmm. Definitely an idea to hold in reserve for later. Syrup and cream and Quatre would prove a very effective sugar high. 'It's already after ten.' 'We could take a long walk on the beach before lunch, and then maybe drive into Nova city. There are some excellent restaurants along the harbour, and then we could…' 'Let's amend that a little bit, shall we?' I suggested hastily, before he started detailing 'must see' tourist attractions. 'A walk sounds nice, but later, after I've had another chance to ravish you.' 'More ravishing?' He gaped up at me. 'I think I'd collapse.' 'Well, that would be a good result of ravishing.' I grinned hugely around a mouthful of pancake. 'Don't worry. I'll let you finish your breakfast first. And you were the one who started it in the hot tub, not me.' 'I did not! You were the one who started groping me.' 'You really do have a mind like a sewer, don't you?' I asked sorrowfully. 'I was trying to find the switch to turn on the bubbles. You totally misinterpreted what I was doing.' 'Oh, really? What, you thought I was sitting on it?' 'It was a good a place as any to start, I thought.' I couldn't stop grinning at that particular memory. Some happy combination of hot water, cold champagne and a gently attentive boyfriend had turned my sweetly demure Quatre into a voraciously passionate lover. I still had the bruises to prove it. Not to mention the place on my shoulder where he'd bitten down in excitement just before climaxing. Or, given that he'd been straddling my lap and bouncing up and down, maybe he'd been desperately trying for any hold that would keep him upright. Either way, I wasn't complaining. No way. 'Well, I haven't touched you since last night.' That was a miracle in itself, really. But after we'd hauled ourselves out of the tub and staggered upstairs, we'd both collapsed into bed and slept for nine hours straight. I dropped another dollop of cream onto his plate. 'Here you go; you need to keep your energy levels up. Don't wantyou expiring on me at any critical moments.' 'Oh, well. I suppose it wouldn't be such a bad way to die.' He beamed up at me. 'Trowa, I'm so happy. Thank you!' 'It was a pleasure.' I reached over and squeezed his hand. 'I mean that, you know. Every second of it.' 'It was,' he agreed fervently. God, I loved Quatre Winner in post-orgasmic bliss. It wasn't just the fact that he was still virtually glowing; he just seemed much more comfortable around me. I'd been the first one to wake up, with him cuddled against my chest, and when he'd eventually opened his eyes, he'd just blinked and then graced me with the most radiant smile. I could get seriously used to him like this. I had every intention of getting him into this condition as often as humanly possible. 'You're so messy.' I licked off the cream, and then fastened my lips to that little place just down from his right earlobe that always reduced him to quivering blond jelly. It didn't fail this time either; he squirmed delightfully against me as I sucked, leaving a mark that was twin to the one on the other side of his neck. Delicious symmetry. 'I do have to work on Tuesday, you know. I can't go to school covered in love bites.' 'I'm sure you have something with a high collar that you could wear. Or you could always be sick?' 'I could very well be,' he agreed solemnly. 'Too sick and exhausted to move.' 'Well, we'll hope for the best.' I pulled back and gave him a long look. 'You do have some suspicious looking red marks on your skin. It could be an allergy or it could be the start of something contagious. Do you have any other symptoms? Are you feeling weak or fevered anywhere?' 'A little of both,' he admitted. 'Oh dear. That sounds serious. Where exactly is the weakness located? Here? Your skin does feel a little hot.' 'Lower down,' Quatre gasps, writhing against my tongue bathing his nipples. 'No, further down.' 'Ah.' My fingers grazed the waistband of his shorts. Very cute shorts actually. Pale blue cotton with three little buttons. The sort of underwear that cries out to be opened very slowly. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen this time. All those long weeks of celibacy had played merry hell with my stamina. 'I see the problem now.' I let my hand dip southbound. 'There's definite heat here and some swelling. Mmm. Rather a lot of swelling in fact. I wonder what's causing that? Hmmm. Here's another one of those red marks on your hipbone. I wonder, now, could it have been some sort of bite?' Heh heh. I remembered delivering that particular bite very well; the first time I'd realized just how sensitive he was there. 'Trowa!' It came out as a strangled, needy whine. Very gratifying to know I could have that effect on him with one simple touch. I'd gone along with his sex embargo for long enough; my turn to call the shots now. 'Quatre? Is something wrong?' 'You – you're – oh!' 'Hmmm. Symptoms seem to include incoherency. Honey, you're not having some sort of fit, are you?' Sliding an arm around his waist to keep him in place, I slid off the bench and knelt on the grass in front of him. 'I think I need to investigate this swelling between your legs. Very unusual. Let's see now. Can you spread your legs just a little? Oh yes, that's perfect. Perfect,' I repeated firmly, meaning it. Because he was. Blowing a little puff of air on to that particular area produced the loveliest little moan, and a very satisfactory jerk of his hips toward me. 'Trowa, please.' 'Patience, sweetheart. Some things shouldn't be rushed.' Some things, of course, should. Some things had to be. 'Can you lift up your hips a little bit? I like your shorts but they're a bit superfluous right now. Oh, that's good. That's very good. Oh, yes, there is definite heat down here. And hardness. Don't worry though; I know the perfect way to eliminate both. Although I'm warning you, this is a condition with no permanent cure. You're going to need regular therapy sessions.' In answer, my boyfriend, my reserved, proper Quatre gasped a word I hadn't realized he'd known, and grasped my head in surprisingly strong hands, guiding me to where he wanted me. Well, it was where I'd wanted to be anyway, so I was happy to go along with that. Sucking him off was pure pleasure at any time; the fact that he was holding me down and thrusting up into my mouth lent it an irresistible edge. When it was over, he slumped down on to my shoulder, and then something cracked and the bench collapsed in a wreckage of broken twigs. Ooops. 'Quatre? Are you all right? It's the piano stool incident all over again, isn't it? You're really not safe around furniture. I'm already scared of what you'll do to my new bed; probably break the first night we get to sleep in it.' 'Oh, don't make me laugh,' he begged. 'Please. I've got splinters in places where I shouldn't have splinters.' 'Poor baby. Let me help you up.' It probably made me an awful person, that I could enjoy looking at him while he was hurt. But, God, he was worth looking at, sprawled on the ground at my feet. Even more worth it when I pulled him away from the stick devastation on to the grass. A nice thick carpet of grass, actually. Perfect for certain activities. 'If you turn around, I'll see what I can do.' I grimaced slightly when he obeyed. A couple of long shards of wood had worked their way into his skin. 'Do you know if there's a first aid box in the house? I'd rather do this with a tweezers, and we'll need some sort of antiseptic.' He nodded. 'It's in the cupboard just inside the kitchen door. ' 'OK. Just hang on for a sec. If you stay as still as you can, they can't work themselves in any deeper.' 'Trowa! You can't leave me out here naked! Can't I come inside with you?' I winked at him. 'That's for later, honey. Don't move a muscle; I promise, I'll be back so soon you won't even notice I've gone.' 'How many splinters are there?' A few minutes later, Quatre twisted his head around to see what I was doing. 'And you'd better not be laughing at me!' 'I'm laughing at a joke I heard on the radio yesterday. And there's just one left. There you go! Does it hurt?' 'Not really. It was the shock more than anything.' 'Another earth moving exercise courtesy of your boyfriend,' I grinned, uncapping the little tube of antiseptic cream. 'Now, hold still.' 'It's cold!' 'So it is.' It was nice watching him squirm as I rubbed the cool lotion onto his skin. Very nice watching his ass squirm. 'You really do have the most gorgeous butt, you know.' 'Trowa!' I wasn't sure if that was prompted by what I'd said, or by where my fingers are applying the cream. 'I didn't have any splinters there!' 'Don't be so sure. Sneaky little things, splinters. They get everywhere. I think I need to check you all over. You really don't want to find that you've got one such a sensitive place, do you? That would be very bad. And you do have a gorgeous ass, while we're on the subject. Inside and out.' I gave a little twist of my fingers to punctuate the end of the sentence and he jerked backwards so fast he almost head butted me with the back of his skull. So much for that ridiculous notion that he wasn't responsive enough. He was deliciously sensitive to whatever I chose to do, apparently relishing every touch. 'Oh, God.' This time, his head lolled forward. 'I think I'm going to need that sick note after all. I can't imagine that I'll be able to stand upright in two days' time, let alone teach.' 'I'll write you a note,' I promised. 'Hmmm. Quatre has a suspicious rash which may possibly be contagious and in the circumstances it would be inadvisable for him to mix with children and risk spreading the infection. Furthermore, he was attacked by a feral rustic bench this morning and received no fewer than three splinter wounds to his both buttocks. The resultant injuries will require ongoing and intensive treatment. Quatre should be returning to school in approximately fifteen weeks and three days, provided he responds satisfactorily to medical attention. D'you think that will do?' 'I – I think so,' he responded a bit weakly. 'What will the treatment involve?' 'In very serious cases like this, the patient requires a great deal of individual attention. Massive doses of affection by a devoted partner can help. And massage is helpful; particularly deep tissue massage of the afflicted area.' 'That feels very….deep,' he gasped, doing another one of those jerks. 'You know, you'd probably feel a lot more comfortable on hands and knees,' I commented, gratified when he obeyed without question, gifting me with the most perfect view of his uplifted, perfect ass. 'Oh, that's lovely. Can you stay like that? I just need to get something.' 'Don't,' he whined. 'Trowa, don't go.' 'I'll be one second, I promise.' I pulled out, and delivered a light smack which made him squeal. 'You're really going to have to learn patience. Now, where did I put Duo's little present? Here it is!' 'You brought a box of condoms down to breakfast?' 'You bet! From now, I'm going to be bringing them everywhere we go. It's very important to practice safe sex, you know,' I added virtuously. He muttered something that sounded like 'insatiable' and that made me laugh. 'Don't be hypocritical, honey. I seem to remember you ravishing me in that hot tub of yours when all I wanted was to lie there and talk and maybe snuggle a little bit, and you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself.' 'That is not remotely true! I – oh! Oh!' 'Yeah, who'd have thought antiseptic would make such a good lubricant? It works quite well, doesn't it? This is incredible, honey. I can't believe you've no idea how amazing you are.' 'That…that feels…' 'Doesn't it just?' I couldn't help grinning; I'd clearly destroyed the very articulate Quatre Winner's ability to form a complete sentence. Yay, Trowa. For someone who'd been so leery about the physical stuff less than twelve hours ago, he hadn't taken long to decide that he did like it after all. I felt just a little bit smug about that. So much for him not enjoying sex! It made the whole process that much sweeter, knowing what I could accomplish with just a swipe of my tongue or a tweak of my fingers in a certain place. It really helped when a few repeated jabs against his prostate made him crumple forward, giving me an interesting new angle to aim for. God, we were going to have so much fun trying out different positions. Assuming we both survived this weekend without expiring from an overload of sheer pleasure. Something that was rapidly becoming a distinct possibility. It all felt so unbelievably good; the tight clench of him around me, especially when he started to thrust back against me, the feel of his skin under my hands, the little, frantic noises he was making and the pleas to finish, to let him breathe, to keep going - so very indecisive. Determined when he wanted to be, though, shoving back against me and squeezing. Once he started that, it was pretty much all over - bar the shouting. And his answering scream as he came, and the collapsing onto each other in a sticky, shuddering, sated heap. Oh, this was a very nice way to start the day. I'd have to make sure to start every day with a sustaining breakfast of pancakes, or something equally energy-producing. And I'd carry condoms and lube and a blanket everywhere we went in future. Just in case. And maybe a first aid kit as well. He really was amazing though; still squirming against me and making me think that maybe it wasn't too early for round two. 'Trowa!' He pushed me away and struggled to get to his feet. 'Stop that! I think I'm lying on an ants' nest.' OK, we'd definitely bringing that first aid kit everywhere. ~ * ~ |
