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misanagiYears and Eternity
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: 3x4, background 1x2.
Warnings: AU. Sequel to Fallen. Quatre's POV
Summary: A snapshot of their lives five years later.
Wordcount: 480
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darthanne. Merry Christmas!
Thanks a lot to Anne for the beta (yes, I'm evil and make her beta her own gift ficlet)
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"Happy fall day!" Duo said and raised up his beer.
Trowa and Heero held their glasses up too and waited for me to join them. We clanked our glasses and then took a swig of our drinks. The slightly bitter taste of the beer still bothered me a little but it was refreshing when cold so I'd learned to go with it. Trowa had amused himself making me taste all the different flavors. I had soon learned that I liked sweet and sour a lot but would rather stay away from spicy and bitter.
"Five years, man." Duo leant his elbows on the table. "Five years and you still cringe with the first sip of beer."
"I drink it anyway," I said and shrugged.
Trowa put his arm around me, pulling me close. "I like that."
Duo laughed. "Of course you do. Being he's so sensitive and all…"
"It must be a fallen trait," Heero commented, effectively erasing the smug look in Duo's face.
I hid behind my glass, hoping I wasn't blushing; another wonderful human trait I'd discovered and still had some trouble controlling. Trowa seemed to be better at it than me but he refused to give me pointers. I had asked Heero once too for advice but he just gave me a weird look.
The rest of the night was spent chatting and drinking. Duo and Heero had become like family to Trowa and me and we got together at least once a week. It was comfortable being around people who understood. A little after midnight we left the bar and went our separate ways home.
Trowa's apartment had become my home too. Little by little I had added small things I liked; a painting I bought from an artist on the street, some DVDs of movies I enjoyed, the beer glasses Duo and Heero gave us as a house warming present…
As soon as the door was closed Trowa pressed me up against it and kissed me. I put my arms around him, letting my fingers trail small circles on his back. He liked that. We found our way to the couch where he laid down with me on top of him. He always kept a part of his body touching mine, his lips, his hands, his chest or hips. He knew I liked to feel him and he never denied me that pleasure.
It had been five years and I had never been more grateful. Being able to smell Trowa's hair, see the full green of his eyes, hear his voice as I woke up, taste his lips and touch him all over was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.
And he touched me and kissed me and held me and loved me in return. And I would love him back, just as fiercely, for the rest of our lives and then beyond.
- The End -
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: 3x4, background 1x2.
Warnings: AU. Sequel to Fallen. Quatre's POV
Summary: A snapshot of their lives five years later.
Wordcount: 480
Written for
darthanne. Merry Christmas!Thanks a lot to Anne for the beta (yes, I'm evil and make her beta her own gift ficlet)
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"Happy fall day!" Duo said and raised up his beer.
Trowa and Heero held their glasses up too and waited for me to join them. We clanked our glasses and then took a swig of our drinks. The slightly bitter taste of the beer still bothered me a little but it was refreshing when cold so I'd learned to go with it. Trowa had amused himself making me taste all the different flavors. I had soon learned that I liked sweet and sour a lot but would rather stay away from spicy and bitter.
"Five years, man." Duo leant his elbows on the table. "Five years and you still cringe with the first sip of beer."
"I drink it anyway," I said and shrugged.
Trowa put his arm around me, pulling me close. "I like that."
Duo laughed. "Of course you do. Being he's so sensitive and all…"
"It must be a fallen trait," Heero commented, effectively erasing the smug look in Duo's face.
I hid behind my glass, hoping I wasn't blushing; another wonderful human trait I'd discovered and still had some trouble controlling. Trowa seemed to be better at it than me but he refused to give me pointers. I had asked Heero once too for advice but he just gave me a weird look.
The rest of the night was spent chatting and drinking. Duo and Heero had become like family to Trowa and me and we got together at least once a week. It was comfortable being around people who understood. A little after midnight we left the bar and went our separate ways home.
Trowa's apartment had become my home too. Little by little I had added small things I liked; a painting I bought from an artist on the street, some DVDs of movies I enjoyed, the beer glasses Duo and Heero gave us as a house warming present…
As soon as the door was closed Trowa pressed me up against it and kissed me. I put my arms around him, letting my fingers trail small circles on his back. He liked that. We found our way to the couch where he laid down with me on top of him. He always kept a part of his body touching mine, his lips, his hands, his chest or hips. He knew I liked to feel him and he never denied me that pleasure.
It had been five years and I had never been more grateful. Being able to smell Trowa's hair, see the full green of his eyes, hear his voice as I woke up, taste his lips and touch him all over was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined.
And he touched me and kissed me and held me and loved me in return. And I would love him back, just as fiercely, for the rest of our lives and then beyond.
- The End -
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Date: 2006-12-20 05:31 am (UTC)