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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 46: Violating the Beach Embargo 'Ants?' Duo asks incredulously. 'No offence, but that's a pretty weird kink. I know he's an outdoorsy guy and everything but…' 'The ants were accidental! The bench collapsed and I was on the grass, and then…' 'Hey, rewind a sec, will you?' Duo is sounding rather confused. It's been like this for the past ten minutes; both of us interrupting the other. It doesn't help that I'm officially 'taking a shower' and have to whisper into my 'phone over the noise of running water. It doesn't help that I'm still feeling a little … fuzzy. 'I thought you just said you were in the hot tub?' 'Oh, that was the second time. This was after breakfast this morning. I just told you.' Duo whistles. 'Way to go! So how many times did you two actually do it?' 'Um, a few.' It isn't exactly that I've forgotten, more that I think I may have lost the ability to count. 'OK. So you were having breakfast on the bench, right? The one with the roses growing around it? How come it collapsed?' 'Use your imagination!' I snap, and Duo's laugh confirms all my suspicions that he's being deliberately obtuse. 'Aha! That's a pretty sturdy bench, as far as I can remember. When Zechs and I were together, we had meals out there a couple of times.' He snickers. 'It was pretty resilient. You and Trowa must have been very energetic!' 'Well, we were, rather,' I admit, blushing to think of it. Oh, God! I don't think I've ever behaved so…wantonly in my life before. Not that Trowa was complaining or anything. 'Nothing like a little healthy exercise in the fresh air,' Duo murmurs. 'So, Quat, everything's OK, then? It was good?' 'Amazing, actually,' I say fervently, not sure I have the words to describe just how it was. Intimacy and completion and that final, perfect union. How I somehow lost and found myself in one flooding moment. And, because it's Duo I'm talking to, I don't have to explain. 'Yeah, it's cool, isn't it? I'm really happy for you, you know.' 'I'm happy for me, too,' I tell him giddily. 'It was wonderful. And so much fun! I never imagined it could be that good. And then he actually made pancakes for breakfast.' 'Pancakes are nice,' Duo says, obviously not seeing the significance of them. 'We first met exactly four weeks ago! And I had pancakes for brunch at the café for our first date. It was the loveliest gesture, like we were celebrating an anniversary.' 'Oh, I get it now. Sure, that was sweet. So, how come he's not glued to your side right this minute? He's not, is he?' 'He's downstairs. I wanted to take a quick shower and call you. I'd better go in a minute or he'll think I've managed to drown myself.' 'Mmm. And then he might have to break the door down and ravish the hell out of you. For, what, the sixth time in less than twenty four hours?' 'I've no idea. Honestly, I think my brains have liquefied. Is that - normal?' 'You bet. Remember when I finally persuaded Heero to jump on me? When he eventually let me up for air, about a week later, I didn't know my ass from my elbow.' He snickers. 'Lucky Heero never got them confused. It's a good thing, Quat! It just means you really like him and the sex is awesome. Just enjoy it! Speaking of which, I think maybe I need to drag my boyfriend upstairs for a refresher course. I'll see you tomorrow, right? Have fun!' Once he rings off, I scroll quickly through the messages Dorothy's left for me and then call her. 'Quatre! I've been trying to call you since early this morning! Are you all right?' 'I'm sorry; I only checked my 'phone a few minutes ago. I'm fine. Everything is fine.' 'Really?' 'Really really. It's OK. You don't have to worry about me. But thanks.' She snorts rudely at me. 'Can't help it. Is the HVG behaving himself?' Honestly, does everyone have to call him that? He does actually have a name. 'He's treating me like a prince. I promise. Anyway, how are you? You didn't mind staying in the house by yourself last night?' 'Of course not! I thought I heard someone moving around outside and Taco went crazy for a few minutes, but the alarms never went off, and when I went into the garden, there was no sign of anyone but a few of your plants were trampled. It might have been a fox or something.' 'You shouldn't have gone out by yourself! What if there had been an intruder?' She sniffs dismissively. 'Then I'd have skewered him like a kebab. I captained the fencing team at school, remember? I wasn't going to tell you, except I thought that there might have been a problem with your alarm. You should probably call Heero and mention it.' 'I will. Listen, maybe you shouldn't stay there alone tonight. Just in case there was someone hanging around. Are you there now?' 'I'm at my uncle's for lunch; he's going to send one of the gardeners home with me just to check that everything looks secure. Actually, I'd better go; Taco is trying to eat the butler's trousers and I'm sure they're some horrid synthetic material. The poor darling will get sick. I'll see you tomorrow.' Oh dear. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry when I say goodbye. Dorothy tends to have that effect on me. Heero's phone goes straight to voicemail; Duo has obviously got to him first. I leave a quick message, then dress and head downstairs. Hmmm. Thirty five minutes isn't an inordinately long time to spend showering, is it? Trowa is grinning up at me from the bottom of the stairs. 'So how's Duo?' 'He's fine.' I say it without thinking and then blush. 'Oh! How did you know?' 'Just a wild guess.' His grin broadens. 'I didn't think it would take you that long just to shower. Does he approve?' I nod, feeling my own mouth stretch in a matching smile. 'Very much.' 'Good.' He pulls me into his arms for a kiss that somehow metamorphoses into a full body affair and leaves me breathless. I'd be dancing for joy if I remotely thought my knees would hold me up. 'Still want to go for a walk? Or we could just walk back upstairs to bed?' 'Just a short walk?' I suggest. 'I'd really like a little bit of fresh air, if you don't mind. But we can do whatever you like.' Part of me is hoping that he'll just drag me upstairs; the other part is thinking that fresh air and exercise - exercise of the non-sexual variety - might restore a few brain cells. Trowa heaves a theatrical sigh, slinging his small backpack over his shoulder. 'Come on then. You're the boss.' I am? I hadn't realised that. 'What's in the bag?' 'A few odds and ends that might come in useful. You know, first aid supplies, flares, emergency rations. That sort of thing.' 'Ha ha. You'll be needing first aid supplies if you keep that up.' His eyes sparkle at me. 'But I like keeping things up, honey. Didn't you realise that?' 'Aaagh. I thought Duo was bad for sexual innuendos but you're a million times worse.' 'At least,' he agrees smugly, taking my hand and leading me down the steps to the sand. 'This is lovely. I can't imagine having a house with its own private beach.' 'I know; isn't it marvellous? Now where would you like to go? There's an old lighthouse along the cliff about four miles that way; you can climb to the top and there's the most wonderful view. Or there's a little village the other way, about thirty minutes' walk from here. It's tiny, but it does have a couple of shops and the hotel has a fabulous old-fashioned ice-cream parlour.' 'Ice cream it is,' he says firmly, taking my hand and leading me along the beach. 'We need to eat lunch sometime and we can do the lighthouse tomorrow before we leave.' 'I won't want to leave, you know.' He squeezes my hand. 'We can always come back. Well, we can probably come back, assuming you don't smash up any more furniture and Zechs refuses to let you stay here any more.' 'You're never going to let that go, are you?' I grumble at him. Well, it is meant to be a grumble; it probably doesn't quite come off. It's hard to sound remotely peeved when you're in one of your favourite places, holding hands with your boyfriend. 'I'm never going to let you go,' he parries smoothly, tightening his grip on my hand. 'Even if you are hard on the furniture.' 'I thought you liked having me hard on the furniture?' I murmur. God, I can't believe I just said that. He bursts out laughing. 'I never even got that! You, honey, are developing a seriously filthy mind.' 'I'm being corrupted by you.' 'Do you like it?' He swings my hand around, pulling me against him. That feels wonderful; not admittedly, as wonderful as if we were both naked, but that isn't really an option right now. 'Oh, I love it. Absolutely.' 'Good. Now, exactly how much have I managed to corrupt you? This much?' One hand settles on my hip, stroking lightly, and the other slides under my waistband, stroking…not quite so lightly. 'I like these jeans, you know,' Trowa purrs. 'I really like them when you bend over in front of me. Mmm. I don't suppose you've reconsidered your sex on the beach embargo?' 'I told you last week; I'll consider it if you bring me somewhere warm. April in Sanque doesn't quite make the grade.' 'Hmm. You say that, but you know, I'm not sure if I quite believe you. I think I could maybe tempt you.' His lips latch on to my ear, sucking gently while his hand slides just a little lower. 'It's too cold.' 'I know some really good ways to warm you up.' He is demonstrating some of those as he speaks. Oh dear. I can feel my resistance crumbling fast, along with any last tattered remnants of will power or self control. Still, maybe I can live without those things. 'No way am I going in the water,' I warn. 'Unless you can find some way to warm it up first.' 'Hmmm.' The hand inside my shorts squeezes gently, and then a little harder. 'How about we stay on dry land?' He drops to his knees on the sand, pulling me with him, ensuring we do remain on terra firma. 'I'll get sand in my underwear.' I wriggle at even the thought of that and Trowa flips me underneath him, pinning me down. 'You'll survive. You can just go commando. I kind of like the idea of that.' 'And I'll get sand in my hair.' It's a terribly weak protest this time, though. I'm sure I can live with a little sand. I'm not sure I can survive what Trowa's hands are doing for much longer. At this rate, it will be a miracle if I even survive the weekend. 'I'll wash it out for you. Later. In the hot tub. Actually, I have all kinds of plans for what we're going to do later, in the tub.' Later… Right now, I can't even begin to contemplate later. Not when I'm totally absorbed with what's happening in the present. Certainly not when Trowa slides off his own jeans and rubs against me. Ooops, there go my last few brain cells, washed away forever. Oh well…. 'Happy now?' I grin up at him. Wow. Duo's never going to believe I let my boyfriend dry hump me like that. Outside. In broad daylight. 'Ecstatic.' He produces a bottle of water and a small packet of wipes from a pocket of his bag. 'See? Told you I was prepared.' The cleanup operation actually turns out to be fairly erotic in its own right, as does the post-clean up kiss and cuddle. All in all, it's quite a long time before we resume the walk. I've never not worn underwear before and I'm not sure if I quite like the sensation of denim rubbing against bare skin, especially the more sensitive parts. Trowa, on the other hand, likes it very much indeed and takes every opportunity to slide a hand under my waistband. It's taking us forever to reach the village, and Trowa doesn't even seem to care that we've moved on to the public beach and anyone could see us. Fortunately, it's lunchtime and we have the place to ourselves. 'When we get home, I'm going to burn every pair of underwear you possess,' he teases, pinching my ass hard enough to make me squeal. 'Ow! Can you stop doing that for a second? Please?' 'I can't help it. You're just so gorgeous that I can't keep my hands off you.' Oh, Trowa. Please don't say that. 'I said, stop!' I snap at him, jerking away. 'I'm sure I'm supposed to be flattered that you want to keep mauling me, but can you keep your hands to yourself for two seconds?' Trowa looks like I've physically hit him, taking a couple of steps away from me. 'Quatre. I was just teasing, I thought you were OK with it. I wasn't trying to pressure you into something.' 'I'm sorry,' I say miserably. 'I didn't mean it like that. It's…can we just walk for a little while?' 'Fine,' he says curtly. 'Whatever you like.' Before I can say anything else, he pulls his camera out of his backpack and the rest of the walk is filled with him taking photographs; gulls in flight, the view, a few arty shots of stones and seaweed. He keeps the camera very carefully aimed away from me. This is terrible. I don't know how to make this better; whether I should try to talk to him, or just leave him alone until he decides he wants to stop ignoring me. 'Where's this hotel you were talking about?' He doesn't even look at me as he asks the question, fiddling with his camera. Of course he's mad with me. Who wouldn't be? I can't even go for a simple walk without making a mess of everything. Inside, Trowa orders a mocha sundae, and I have my usual Knickerbocker Glory, just because I love the name. And I really need some comfort food to wallow in. 'I'm sorry,' he says a little stiffly, once our ice-creams have been delivered. 'I've been coming on way too strong for you, haven't I? I didn't think you were having a problem with how I was acting and I was obviously wrong. I'll try to slow things down a bit.' 'You don't have to apologise for anything, Trowa. It's me. I- I never meant to imply that you were pressuring me. I'm just - well, all of this is a bit scary for me.' I pick up a spoonful of cherries and cream and lay it back down again. 'You are scared of me?' He sounds appalled, the spoon he's just lifted to his mouth falling down with a clatter. 'No! Never. I didn't mean you. I meant this. The, um, physical part of it all. It's all new. I never thought it could feel so - so totally amazing. That I could ever feel like this with someone. So it's all new. And overwhelming. And just a little bit scary.' 'Why?' he asks gently. 'Because it's all those things. Because, well, it's all happened pretty fast, don't you think?' 'I'm not sure I get you. I know we haven't known each other all that long, but we did talk about this. I mean, you asked me to come down here so we could do this, right?' 'Well, I suppose so.' I say, flustered. 'That's not exactly how I would have put it. It sounds so - practical. It was one of the reasons, yes. But I wanted us to spend time together, to get to know each other better. Not just the physical part.' 'Hey.' He reaches out and smoothes a strand of hair back from my face. 'Honey, what do you think we've been doing since we got here? I'm not just talking about sex. I know that you like to floss and brush your teeth first thing in the morning and that you squeeze the tube from the bottom and put the lid on when you're finished. You put a ridiculous amount of syrup on your pancakes but you never sweeten your tea. You're reading a new auto-biography of Bach and you don't like to use a bookmark. You really like to snuggle in bed.' I swallow. 'Are they all good things?' 'Very good. Actually, the snuggling is great.' He scoops a spoon of ice-cream and offers it to me. 'In case you haven't picked up on this, honey, I like touching you. A lot. But it doesn't always mean I'm going to jump on you. Sometimes, it's nice just to fool around a bit, you know? It doesn't always have to go anywhere.' 'That's good to know.' I manage a rather weak grin and a dramatically exaggerated sigh of relief. 'I was starting to worry about you having abnormally high levels of stamina.' 'OK. One thing sorted. Now, you tell me something. What freaked you out on the beach so badly? Did you really think I was going to do something you weren't comfortable with?' 'No.' I blink at him. 'It's silly. It was just something you said, about how you couldn't keep your hands off me. It's something that Simon used to say.' 'I see.' His tone is very carefully casual but I could fall into the tender expression in his eyes and wrap myself in it. 'He really hurt you, didn't he?' 'Yes.' I say it simply. 'Are you scared of me ever doing something like that?' 'Not - not physically. Truly, I'm not. This sounds incredibly stupid, but now I'm scared that this - us - isn't going to last. And I really love being with you.' Trowa sighs heavily. 'This conversation's going to get heavy, isn't it? Listen, do you think we can get a drink here? Beer or something?' 'There's a bar through the main door. I don't think they'll mind us buying some drinks and taking them out here. Could I have a glass of cider, please?' It takes him more than ten minutes to come back; I count every second. I think he needs a little time alone more than anything. Sitting down, he clinks his glass against mine and takes a long swallow of his beer. 'I can't promise you that nothing will ever go wrong between us. That's not realistic. But we can try never to hurt each other deliberately, and to be honest. It's not like I'm not scared as well, Quatre.' 'Of what? You're not scared of the sex!' Well, if he is, he hides it extremely well. Face the Fear and Do It Anyway! 'Well, no.' He shoots me a sly little grin. 'At least, I'm hoping you'll be gentle with me the first couple of times. No, it's the other stuff that scares the shit out of me. All the things you said, about it being new and overwhelming, I know just what you mean. And yeah, it is fucking scary. Neither of my parents was the best role model for commitment, you know. If a relationship wasn't working just the way the wanted it to go, they just moved on and found someone else. I always used to think it was a pretty good system; seriously, why put all that effort into something when you don't have to? Except some people are worth the effort, aren't they? You are.' 'I'm falling in love with you,' I whisper before I can stop myself. 'I know it's probably too soon to say it to you, but it's true and you said we should always be honest with each other, and - and please don't run away!' 'Why the hell would I run away?' He shakes the hair out of his eyes, looking honestly bemused. 'And it's not too soon. I fell for you the minute I saw you in my surgery, playing with Maggie. You were smiling at what she was doing and I just thought I'd give anything for you to look at me like that.' Oh. 'And…and have I?' 'Quite a few times now, as a matter of fact. And it's always incredible. Like the sun is shining just for me.' 'Really?' I gaze up at him, utterly entranced. It's the most beautiful thing that anyone, ever, has said to me. 'You're doing it now,' he says softly and then his mouth
is descending softly on to mine. The kiss dances on my lips, little
shimmers and sparkles of pleasure that aren't nearly as sweet as him
telling me that he's falling in love with me too.
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