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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 to take
it to the vet. "Puppy Love" Trowa's POV: Chapter 5: Shit. I couldn't believe I'd actually said that out loud. This is the problem with having thoughts; they start bouncing and swirling around in your head and sooner or later some of them start to leak out, when you're not paying proper attention. Quatre was going to be furious, wasn't he? I'd blown it for sure; he didn't even look at me while I stammered an apology, looking straight out over the water until I'd stuttered my way to silence. 'Did you mean that?' Fuck. I couldn't lie to him; not with those cornflower-blue eyes gazing into mine and what could I have said anyway? That I'd been joking and didn't actually fancy him; that I was really straight; that he'd misinterpreted a totally innocent comment. Instead, I nodded, letting my bangs fall over my eyes. 'Look, I wouldn't be human if I didn't feel some attraction towards you, and I know we've just met, and I appreciate you wanting to take things slowly and that's fine, but I can't help thinking you're totally gorgeous. Just so you know.' 'Oh.' God, I could have quite happily tumbled into his eyes and wallowed around for days in his smile. 'I really like you too. It's just - I've only known you for a couple of hours, we don't know anything about each other.' 'Well, that's easily remedied.' I let myself fall back onto the warm, velvety-soft sand, and propped myself up one elbow so I could look at him. He was gorgeous. I couldn't help wondering if his skin was that flawless alabaster all over; what his hair would feel like if ran my fingers through it, where he was most sensitive… OK, stop that now, Barton. 'Imagine we've just met. Tell me something about yourself?' Quatre laughed. 'I'm not very good at meeting new people. I never know what to say.' 'Just tell me ten things about yourself. Quick. Don't even think about it.' 'OK,' he took a deep breath. 'I'm twenty-four, as of 3.30 this morning; I studied music at university and now I teach at the Sanq Academy.' 'What instrument do you play?' I interrupted. 'I like the violin best, but I do play the piano as well, and I sing a little bit.' 'Cool! I play the flute.' 'Really?' He flicks me one of those excited glances. 'Maybe we could play together sometime?' He blushed, realising just what he'd said. 'Oh!' 'Now, you're doing it,' I teased him, laughing. 'OK, that's four things to start. 'What else?' 'Um, I'm addicted to tea, I love really spicy food, I go to the movies a lot with my friend Duo, I go skiing in Winter with my friend Zechs, my favourite colour is blue - how many is that? Nine? - and I…..have a new puppy.' 'That one doesn't count. I knew it already.' 'Oh. Well then, I love doing Sudoku puzzles. Is that all right?' And you're seriously cute. And apparently don't have a clue about it. Interesting that he'd mentioned his friends, but he hadn't said a word about his family though. 'I've never been skiing, but I'm always willing to try new things; I'm not crazy about tea, so I'll never steal your drinks; I love spicy food as well; I prefer cryptic crosswords, which means we can divide up the puzzle page between us; and I quite like the colour blue. I think we could possibly be compatible.' 'Your turn now.' 'Right. Let's see. I'm a caffeine addict, I love the colour red and I have a cat called Leo.' 'What's he like?' Quatre wondered. 'He looks like a miniature black panther, and he acts like one most of the time; he's not very happy at the moment. We're staying with Cathy until I get my own place, and she's got three big dogs who keep trying to chase him. He's taken up permanent residence on top of my wardrobe. Right, what else? I like bitter chocolate with off-the-chart cocoa content. Not good?' I asked as he grimaced. 'Not really,' Quatre shakes his head sorrowfully. 'I like handmade truffles, or anything with caramel.' Oh. That was a thought. Warmed caramel spread all over his body, just begging to be licked off… 'Excellent. We'll never fight over stealing each other's sweets.' 'That's only four. What else?' Quatre's eyes started to sparkle, enjoying the game. 'Did you always want to be a vet?' 'I always wanted to work with animals. I grew up in a circus until I was twelve, so I've always been around animals.' 'A circus?' Those glorious blue eyes widened with excitement. 'Seriously? I've never been to a circus?' 'Never?' I asked incredulously. He shook his head, a slight breeze ruffling that neatly-brushed blond hair. God, he'd look adorable lying on black silk sheets, with that golden hair all dishevelled and tousled. 'My parents disapproved,' he told me tightly. 'Far too frivolous, as well as attracting undesirable characters. So, anyway, tell me about growing up.' 'My mother was a trapeze-artist and she also kept dogs; she met my Dad when the circus came to Sanq and one of the dogs got sick. Dad was a vet and they fell for each other. He was a widower with a baby girl, my half-sister Cathy. I used to spend my holidays with them, but the circus was really my life.' I shrugged. 'Anyway, my mother died when I was twelve, and I came to live here full time. I hated it at first, kept running off back to the circus, and then Dad started involving me in his job and I realised I loved helping animals. It got easier after that.' 'And your mother never wanted to settle down with him?' Quatre asked and then bit his lip. 'Sorry, I shouldn't be asking you personal questions.' Oh, you can ask me anything you like. Really. Personal is absolutely fine. 'It's OK. No, she did try staying with him for a while after I was born, but she missed the travelling and the excitement. It was never going to work out long term, but they did stay friends for years.' I grinned over at him. 'If you're interested, I think the circus is booked to visit Sanq next month. Would you fancy going?' 'Oh, absolutely! I'd love to.' God, he was utterly perfect, wasn't he? So enthusiastic and warm and interested and full of life. 'Great. Let's see. That's five things. I love reading, thrillers mostly; I'm not a bad cook and I guess my main hobby is photography. How am I doing so far?' Quatre grinned. 'Not bad, actually. I love the idea of the circus! I like cats; I drink coffee occasionally; I own a red sweater; I do like reading but I never seem to have enough time, and I'm an utterly hopeless cook. What sort of photographs do you take?' You hopefully. Naked and sprawled on my bed. Shit. I hadn't said that aloud, had I? 'Ah, nature mostly. I've had a few pictures published in different wildlife magazines.' 'Wow.' He was gazing at me like I'd done something totally amazing. Oh, I really wanted him to keep on looking at me like that… 'I think you still have a couple more to go?' 'Right. Well, the thing is, I've just met this seriously
cute guy called Quatre, and I'm really hoping he'll let me take me
take him out to dinner next week. Do you think that might be possible?'
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