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merith

Post a list of up to 20 books/movies/anime/TV shows/video games/etc. that you've had an obsessive fannish love of at some time in your life.

Have your friends list guess your favorite character(s) from each item.

1. Gundam Wing--> Quatre (who didn't see that one?)
2. Rurouni Kenshin --> Kenshin
3. Harry Potter --> Fred and George
4. Prince of Tennis --> Eiji and Fuji
5. Initial D --> Ryosuke
6. South Park --> Kenny
7. Buffy the Vampire Slayer --> Spike
8. Ouran High School Host Club (like Merith said, I know this will become a favorite)--> Hunny and the twins.
9. The Three Musketeers (Disney Movie)--> Aramis
10. Bleach --> Urahara and Hitsugaya
11. Gravitation --> Ryuichi
12. Get Bakers --> Kazuki
13. Loveless --> Soubi
14. Boston Legal --> Denny Crane! and Alan Shore
15. Cowboy Bebop --> Ed
16. Queer as Folk --> Brian

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merith, I'll write drabbles (drabbles! 300 words max). So if you guess correctly pick a character/pairing (gw, RK, PoT) and a prompt, and I'll write the drabble. **closed**

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Oh, thank you <3<3<3 I'm really hankering after some smutty TQ, it's like the fic version of comfort food for me. ^_^; Maybe something that could possibly follow on from Tinto y Cafe Con Leche? I feel greedy asking for two, but since you offered... :D Perhaps something canon-ish with Heero/Trowa/Quatre? It doesn't have to be romantic or anything, friendshippy is fine!

Thank you thank you! *hugs*

-some smutty TQ, Maybe something that could possibly follow on from Tinto y Cafe Con Leche-

I'm not sure this is what you wanted, or that it is smutty enough, sorry. I hope that you like it anyway.

Aguardiente

Trowa pulled me up the stairs of the colonial hostel we were staying on, opened our room with one hand, and closed the door, pressing me against it. We were wet. The rain had stopped in the middle of the afternoon but by night it was pouring down again. The bar we had been in was just a few blocks away from out hostel so we had decided to walk.

He kissed me; his lips were cold and his mouth hot. He tasted of rain and that liquor we had been drinking all night. Aguardiente, Trowa had called it, firewater. I had hated the first shot, drank the second reluctantly and asked for the third.

I put a hand behind Trowa's head and kept him pressed to me, enjoying the long kiss. We parted, gasping, and just looked at each other for a moment. Trowa's white shirt was wet, clinging to his torso, and almost transparent, showing his chest. If I hadn't been hard before, that sight would have been all I needed.

Pushing him on the bed, I straddled him and ran my hands up and down his shirt, opening the buttons and finally leaning down to suck the raindrops clinging to his skin. Meanwhile, Trowa opened my trousers and pulled them and my boxers down, leaving me naked from the waist down. His hands were cold on my cock, and I shivered, but then he started moving them, stroking me, and my shivers were replaced by soft moans.

His nipples were hard and cold. I ran my tongue over them, licking softly, trying to heat them up. Awkwardly, with fingers too cold and numb to work properly, I unbuttoned Trowa's jeans and started to pull them down. It took some effort but I managed to strip Trowa of everything but his open shirt, leaving him laying beneath me, his cock hard and exposed.

I licked my lips and smiled at him. He smiled back, his eyes burning and his skin still wet. Fire and water, I thought leaning down to kiss him, a perfect combination.

Oh my, that *is* a perfect combination. This is, yes, utterly perfect. Thank you so much! I love this. It's just as--if not more so--atmospheric and beautiful and sensual as Tinto. There's something--I find it hard to articulate well--but it's got to do with Trowa showing Quatre the culture you're so familiar with, but is exotic to both Quatre and me as a reader. It's fantastic and you write so beautifully. Thank you! !

*blushes* Thank you! I'm so happy that you liked it! I wanted to add another cultural element, since you wanted a seuqelt type of thing, and another type of drink seemed to fit. I'm just really glad that you liked it! *hugs*

Oh. My. God.

I adore Tinto Y Cafe Con Leche, and this...this is so hot. I love the way you wove the cold/hot imagery throughout the piece and the image of Trowa laying on the bed in only his open shirt...*shivers*...that's definitely a "keeper." *files image away in head to play with later*

Thank you! It makes me really happy that you liked it. I have a thing for guys with wet open shirts, so yeah, I had to use it. ^_^

Something else seems a little ardente. Very hot.

Thank you! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. ^_^

-something canon-ish with Heero/Trowa/Quatre-

It turned out romantic after all...

Understanding

Heero was waiting in the hangar when Wing Zero, Sandrock and Deathscythe returned. Duo jumped out in his Gundam first and left the hangar immediately, giving Heero a wink. Quatre was next. His suit was still shutting down when he jumped out. He stopped in front of Heero, gave him a sad smile and said, "Take care of him," before leaving the hangar. Heero was about to follow Quatre when Wing Zero's cockpit opened.

It was evident, just by his posture and the look in his eyes, that Trowa had regained his memories. Heero waited until Trowa landed in the catwalk to approach him. They smiled at each other. A small smile many would have missed but that was all the communication needed between them.

Trowa's eyes then started searching the hanger, the smile slowly slipping away.

"He left," Heero said. "He doesn't feel he deserves you."

Taking a step closer to Heero, Trowa put a hand on Heero's shoulder. "I wasn’t his fault."

"I know," Heero replied, and saw the question in Trowa's eyes. "I got to know him," he explained. "And then I understood what you said in Antarctica, about being able to love two persons equally."

The smile returned to Trowa's face, this time hopeful.

"I know what you see in him," Heero continued. "And I see it too."

Leaning closer, Trowa pressed a soft kiss on Heero's lips. "We should go to him. He needs us right now."

Heero nodded as they made their way out of the hanger. They needed Quatre too.

Quatre was next. His suit was still shutting down when he jumped out. He stopped in front of Heero, gave him a sad smile and said, "Take care of him," before leaving the hangar.

Oh, Quatre! *is all heartachey* This is great! It's such a concise look at what I find so compelling about these three characters and the complex weave of relationships among and between each other. There's all the fear and guilt and shame and need and friendship and love and understanding and acceptance and experience, and it is *so* much for three 15 year old boys to bear. It's good they get to bear it together.

Thanks so much for the fabulous ficlets, Mis! <3<3<3 *hugs you* *hugs the boys too*

I'm so happy that you liked it. I love this pairing (threesome) very much but this is the first time I've tried writing it, so it means a lot to me that you think it worked.

I think one of the reasins I love this series so much is all those emotions and the things the pilots have to go through.

Thank you for the wonderful comment! *hugs back*

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