Gundam Wing: Quatre/Trowa, Five ways to say "I love you."
Title: Attentiveness
Author: lil_1337
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing/Characters: Quatre/Trowa
Rating: G
Word count: 282
Warnings/Kinks: Sap, Waff
Summary: Written for the stagesoflove challenge "five ways to say 'I love you'."
Disclaimer: I don't own Quatre or Trowa.
Beta: Much love to Anne
Dinner had been eaten and the dishes washed, though the heady smell of stew and French bread still hung in the air. Revived by the meal, but still feeling relaxed from the bath and wine Quatre settled himself on the couch next to Trowa. Frowning, Quatre noticed that he was starting to get the occasional twinge in his shoulder, the one that had been injured when his father was killed. The damage had healed, but when he was tired or stiff, it made itself known. Shifting slightly away from Trowa to take some of the weight off of it Quatre continued recounting the main details of his trip. As always, he stressed what had gone well and downplayed the frustrations. It was still the early days of peace in a world that had known only war for a very long time so change was slow in coming.
Trowa shifted, moving behind Quatre so that he was seated between Trowa's now outstretched legs. Pushing lightly on Quatre's neck so he leaned forward, Trowa began massaging the inflamed muscles. Strong, agile fingers worked the tender area, pressing and rubbing to aid in relaxation. As the tension eased, Quatre began to melt back into Trowa's touch. Soft kisses on his neck elicited happy noises that caused the pressure on his skin to lessen. Deep muscle work morphed into a caress before Trowa's arms wrapped around Quatre's waist and pulled him back to rest against firm muscle.
"Are you ready for bed?" Trowa's words were a whisper in Quatre's ear. The message in them was a promise for more as well if that was what Quatre desired.
Smiling sleepily, Quatre turned and answered with a kiss.
Author: lil_1337
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing/Characters: Quatre/Trowa
Rating: G
Word count: 282
Warnings/Kinks: Sap, Waff
Summary: Written for the stagesoflove challenge "five ways to say 'I love you'."
Disclaimer: I don't own Quatre or Trowa.
Beta: Much love to Anne
Dinner had been eaten and the dishes washed, though the heady smell of stew and French bread still hung in the air. Revived by the meal, but still feeling relaxed from the bath and wine Quatre settled himself on the couch next to Trowa. Frowning, Quatre noticed that he was starting to get the occasional twinge in his shoulder, the one that had been injured when his father was killed. The damage had healed, but when he was tired or stiff, it made itself known. Shifting slightly away from Trowa to take some of the weight off of it Quatre continued recounting the main details of his trip. As always, he stressed what had gone well and downplayed the frustrations. It was still the early days of peace in a world that had known only war for a very long time so change was slow in coming.
Trowa shifted, moving behind Quatre so that he was seated between Trowa's now outstretched legs. Pushing lightly on Quatre's neck so he leaned forward, Trowa began massaging the inflamed muscles. Strong, agile fingers worked the tender area, pressing and rubbing to aid in relaxation. As the tension eased, Quatre began to melt back into Trowa's touch. Soft kisses on his neck elicited happy noises that caused the pressure on his skin to lessen. Deep muscle work morphed into a caress before Trowa's arms wrapped around Quatre's waist and pulled him back to rest against firm muscle.
"Are you ready for bed?" Trowa's words were a whisper in Quatre's ear. The message in them was a promise for more as well if that was what Quatre desired.
Smiling sleepily, Quatre turned and answered with a kiss.