[Behind The Curtain] Trowa and Quatre
Trowa: *shrugs* I've been thinking.
Quatre: Thinking about what?
Trowa: *quietly* about the job.
Quatre: What about it?
Trowa: *shrugs* I....I want a different one. not directly, there's no rush and i'm not going to resign but ...i don't like it any more.
Quatre: *softly* I know. *pause* So what can we do about it?
Trowa: *realises that sounds like a petulant five year old
Quatre: raises an eyebrow* I changed degrees, you're allowed to change jobs, Tro.
Trowa: *looks up, lays myhead back down* How did you know?
Quatre: I can feel you. I know you've been restless there, not enjoying it for some time.
Trowa: *shrugs* its a job. Its not a bad job as such. *quietly* I've done far worse. and i'm not going to leave you and Kev in a lurch
Quatre: We both have. That doesn't mean you can't do something you don't enjoy. *smiles* You wouldn't be. We both have other income, I have my tutoring and his living expensees are covered by his scholarship. We'd manage.
*strokes your hair* Have you thought about what you might like to do?
Trowa: *nods* I know we could manage..but I like being able to dtake you out to dinner once in a while. *shrugs* I don't know what I want.
Quatre: I don't care what we do as long as we're together. Besides, I could always take you out for dinner occasionally. *slowly* Sometimes you know what you want when you see it. *pauses for a moment* You miss Preventers, don't you?
Trowa: *shakes my head* You need that money for books and stuff. *nods quietly* I ..I know its dangerous, but I need to do something. I feel twitchy
Quatre: *nods very quietly* You're not the only one who misses it.
Trowa: *looks up sharply**smiles slightly, teasing* Adrenaline junkie.
Quatre: *slight grin* Okay, I admit to it. *Slightly wistful* I miss piloting, that adrenalin rush in battle. Facing up against someone. Being out in the field. It was one of the reasons I got out of law. I could see myself being buried in paperwork and in the same position I would have been in if I'd stayed with WEI.
Trowa: *quietly* So do I. Not the fighting as much, but at preventers I was making a difference. Before ...Before the gundams I wasn't.
Quatre: *shakes my head* You make a difference by being you, Tro. Don't sell yourself short like that. *traces a pattern with my fingers down your chest* So we think about another job for you and keep our eyes open for something suitable. *thinking aloud* But something in the meanwhile perhaps....*looks up at you slightly sheepish* You know the other thing I miss? I used to do it when I'd feel like this,when I needed some kind of rush.
Trowa: *shrugs* I enjoyed beijng able to fight, but it was better with a reason. *leans into your touch* I can stay where I am in the mean time. Its not a bad job. What do you miss?
Quatre: *looks down, slightly embarassed* My bike. I lost track of the amount of speeding tickets I got on it. *slight grin* It was amusing though when I'd take off my helmet and the cops realised who I was. I suspect my public image, the one WEI liked to promote wasn't exactly that of an ex gundam pilot adrenalin junkie.
Trowa: *snickers at that one* I'm surprised it never made the press.
*eyes you* who was your press person anyway? they were good. *soberly* we can get you one if you want. Or we can build one.
Quatre: *shrugs* I wouldn't care if it had, but I suspect someone at WEI dealt with it. By that stage I was past caring
Trowa: *reaches up and kisses you* I've got the tools at WorldEx. We could get the parts.
Quatre: *looks at you* Build one? *feels a rush of excitement at the thought* What if we built two? I'm not sure Kev would want one but he might ride with one of us. I'm not a good as a mechanic as you are but I'm no slouch. I could help.
Trowa: *grins* get all greasy ...and grubby,,,
Quatre: Clean off afterwards, in the shower.
Trowa: *nods* we could do two as well. *feels rather warm and fuzzy inside at that thought.* Kev could ride pillion passenger.
Quatre: *nods* I'm on break, I could work on it *frowns* Where though? thinks Aunt Ruth has that space in her garage, I could ask her if you'd like, or you could. She was hinting the other day that you don't visit enough.
Trowa: We could do that. Borrow tools from work, and work at Aunt Ruth's. *hesitates* I think i should go and see her more.
Quatre: She said that you are welcome anytime. She worries about you.
Trowa: *kisses down your chin* I'll see if I can go this week. She should worry about you and kev more. you two need feeding up. Both of you
Quatre: *shakes my head* So do you, my love. So do you.
Trowa: *doesn't mention i've been worried about how thin both of you have been since I got back**pats my stomach* and lose my girlish figure? *smirks* besides, how would I do half the stunts I do with a belly, hmm?
*realises it doesn't really matter*
Quatre: *snorts* Your figure is anything but girlish *lets my eyes wander appreciatively up and down you, lingering on your groin*
Trowa: *quietly* I miss Cathy sometimes.
Quatre: I know, love. *softly* No regrets though? Of what you left behind?
Trowa: *shakes my head **realised i have been tearing up a little* No regrets. I'd rather be here with you.*smiles* but I sometimes miss the Circus. Flying. Cathy.
Quatre: *leans down and kisses you softly**smiles* We've both given up things to be here but I think we are where we are meant to be, and who we are meant to be with. I've made my choice and it was the right one.
Trowa: *nods* this is the right one, but both of us lost things. Pays your money and makes your choice i guess. *pulls you down for another kiss**smirks* want me to show you what I don't have to miss?
Quatre: *leans into the kiss, deepening it* [Please.] *is already tugging at the bottom of your shirt*
Trowa: *smiles into your kiss* [my pleasure.]