February writing challenge TQ8
using table 4 from the 5sentence_fics community
Fandom: Gundam Wing, Pairing: Trowa/Quatre, Rating: PG, Warnings: SAP!, BL, word count: 238, see previous stories here, note: written for darthanne, because a one-sentence fic wouldn't do, and twenty-five five-sentence fics will tell the story. :)
Table 4, #03 - Blue Skies
It was midnight or later when Quatre woke slowly, feeling the gentlest of touches on his cheek, and his eyes opened to Trowa propped up on his elbow at Quatre’s side. With a smile and a finger pressed to Quatre’s lips, Trowa encouraged him to up and out of bed, taking his hand and leading him down hallways and stairs; Trowa only smiled at Quatre’s questions, and Quatre began to ask them in great, elaborated, and graphically perverted detail, making Trowa laugh and his eyes dance.
Though he knew the room Trowa lead him to, the ballroom had been transformed and was no longer the staid, over-elegant, extravagant room with marbled floors, gilded molding, high ceilings and reeked of money and elitism; hundreds of lit candles dotted the floor, their lights reflected in the rows of windows, with the darkness beyond their panes held at bay and from the stereo system, something low and soft was playing. Turning from the room to stare up at Trowa, Quatre asked without speaking, his mouth unable to form words, but instead of responding - again - Trowa lead him out to the illuminated circle, and pulled him into an embrace, his hands holding onto Quatre in firm gentleness, and his feet began to move in slow steady rhythm.
Resting his head against Trowa’s shoulder, Quatre gave up questioning then, and let what was happening, happen - there was more than one way to share music.
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this piece was unabashedly inspired by eric clapton's wonderful tonight... god, i'm such a sap!
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