Log - And something only you can give
WHO → Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner
WHEN → August 20th, this evening
WHERE → Petunia 209
WHAT → Quatre calms Trowa down when he comes after his meeting with Dorothy.
STATUS → Completed
WARNINGS → Shonen-ai
Quatre was tearing up some lettuce for a cobb salad. The chicken was cooking and the vegetables already cut. The blonde was humming to himself, trying to forget his earlier encounter with Dorothy.
It was at this point that Trowa returned from work after his own encounter with Dorothy. He walked in the door and immediately dropped his bag on the floor, glad after the fact that he hadn't taken his computer with him. He leaned against the door and sighed.
He walked out of the kitchen and tilted his head to one side. "Trowa, dear, what's wrong?" He asked softly.
"Let me guess...Dorothy was the thing you want to tell me about?"
"Oh no... You ran into her, didn't you?" he asked walking over to his tall boyfriend.
Trowa nodded. "While I was at work. She came in looking for something for class."
He winced. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Trowa said with a sigh. "I'm mostly annoyed that she asked about my family."
He wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist. "She's nosy."
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre. "I saw that."
"What did she tell you?"
"That you and she used to date. Other than that, not much else."
"We did."
Trowa nodded. "I don't mind. It was whatever you wanted to do."
"I thought it was normal to date a girl in high school." Quatre said looking up.
"I did too. I dated a girl as well."
"I wonder why she asked about your family."
"I don't know. I told her my full name and the next thing she asked was if I was from that Barton family."
He frowned. "Barton is a pretty common last name Trowa. Not many people outside of the circles Dorothy and I run in even think to ask... But, the fact is that she wouldn't have bothered to ask unless someone pointed you out to her."
"Then someone else who also knows about the Barton’s pointed me out to her."
"But... I don't know of anyone who would do that. The only other person who knows the Barton’s is Zechs Marquise, Heero's former roommate. But, he doesn't like Dorothy."
Inside, Trowa was thinking that he didn't think anyone could like Dorothy. "It could be that he said something to get her to stop bothering him about something."
"He could have Trowa. I don't know Zechs that well. All I know is that he was taken in by the Khushreanda's when he was ten. The Khushrenada's are cousins to the Catalonia's."
"That's more than I know about them," he remarked. "Grandfather didn't include me much in politics if he even bothered much myself." Which Trowa suspected that he did.
*himself not myself
Quatre nodded and pulled away. "Come on, dinner's almost done."
Trowa nodded. "Alright."
"I made something light."
"Sounds good." With how annoyed he was, he probably wouldn't be able to eat something heavy.
He turned and leaned up, kissing Trowa.
Trowa kissed Quatre back. "I didn't tell Dorothy about us."
"Oh good. I'm not looking forward to her finding out."
Trowa nodded. "I'm not looking forward that either. She seems like the type who will try and find out."
He reached up and ran his hands across Trowa's shoulders. "Calm down." He whispered softly, "She doesn't know where we live." Quatre rubbed the taller man's shoulders.
Trowa nodded, relaxing into the touch. He was rather annoyed. "I know," he said softly.
He continued to rub Trowa's shoulders, trying to get him to calm down a little bit.
Trowa sighed slightly though not as if he were annoyed, calming down a bit.
Once the blonde felt Trowa had calmed down, he pulled away. "Better?"
Trowa nodded. "Yeah...thanks."
He smiled happily and kissed Trowa.
Trowa kissed Quatre back.
Quatre pulled away from the kiss and smiled. "Come eat."
Trowa nodded and took Quatre's hand.
He intertwined their fingers together and squeezed gently.
Trowa squeezed Quatre's hand back and lead him in the direction of the kitchen.
"I made a cobb salad for dinner."
"Sounds good," Trowa said with a smile.
"I'm glad you approve." He said smiling, "And how about I give you a full back massage after dinner, complete with some massage oil I got from India."
Trowa smiled slightly. "That sounds nice."
"Good." He said with a smile.
Trowa kissed Quatre on the cheek then went to get plates for dinner.
"We can go out for some cheesecake at Marguriette's after dinner?" He suggested.
Trowa nodded. "Okay. That's fine."
Quatre smiled. "Now lets eat." He said cheerfully.
Trowa nodded. "Okay."
The blonde hummed as he plated the salad for both of them. He was glad that Trowa had relaxed.
Trowa got the silverware and two glasses of water and brought them over to the table.
He brought the plates to the table and set them down.
Trowa set down the water and silverware. He then sat down at his chair.
"What do you want to drink?" he asked softly.
"I brought some water out, but if you want something else as well, we can have some tea."
"Do we have any V fruit juice? I thought I bought some the other day..."
Trowa nodded. "I'm sure we do. I doubt we drank all of it already."
He nodded in response and opened the fridge. He retrieved the bottle and brought it over to the table.
Trowa smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He replied sitting down.
Trowa took a sip of his water and started eating.
With a smile, the blonde began to eat his dinner.
Trowa continued to eat, finally feeling more relaxed.
After he finished his food, Quatre sat at the table, watching Trowa, an unknown emotion in his bright blue eyes.
Trowa glanced over at Quatre, studying him.
He flushed and looked down at his cup.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Okay."
"Did you enjoy dinner?"
Trowa nodded. "I did."
"I'm glad."
Trowa smiled slightly.
He smiled back and then stood up, taking his plate into the sink.
Trowa got up, taking his dishes up as well.
"I’m glad you enjoyed dinner."
"Thank you for making it."
"I sometimes cook when I get in a bad mood."
Trowa nodded. "I usually run...but I was at work at the time."
"It makes sense." He replied softly as he cleaned up the mess.
Trowa came up behind Quatre and kissed his head.
"Why don't you go sit down on the couch. I'll do this."
Trowa nodded. "Okay." He headed over to the couch.
As soon as he finished cleaning up, Quatre came out into the living room.
Trowa was reading a book for class.
Quatre smiled. "Put that book down."
Trowa nodded and put his book down.
"I'll be right back." He said vanishing into his room.
"Okay."
He returned a few moments later, carrying a bottle of oil.
Trowa smiled seeing what Quatre had gotten.
"Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach."
Trowa nodded and removed his shirt. He paused for a moment before taking off his undershirt since he was mildly self-conscious about his scar, but he did it anyway and laid down.
The blonde watched Trowa and then walked over. He straddled his hips and then leaned in, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "It's okay."
Trowa nodded. "Okay."
"If you want me to stop, just say so..."
"It's fine."
Quatre nodded and opened the bottle. The smell of jasmine wafted up at them. He poured some oil onto Trowa's back and set the bottle down. He then began to work the tension out of his back.
Trowa shivered a bit at the feelings on back. He wasn't used being touched on his back, but it felt kind of good, so he didn't say anything.
He moved slowly and carefully, not wanting to do anything to spook Trowa. Quatre continued to rub his shoulders, a gentle smile on his face.
Trowa sighed happily. Soon it didn't feel so weird anymore and he closed his eyes.
He noticed Trowa's relaxation as he continued to massage his back.
Trowa let out a sound that was suspiciously like a purr.
He let up and looked at Trowa curiously. "Was that a purr?"
Trowa blinked. "I'm...not sure."
With a chuckle, Quatre resumed massaging Trowa's back.
Trowa sighed relaxing.
He smiled as he leaned over retrieving the bottle of oil. He poured some more onto Trowa's back and carefully began to massage the middle of his back, where the scar was.
Trowa shivered again as Quatre massaged over the scar. It didn't hurt, but again he wasn't used to it.
"It's not bothering you, is it?"
"No, it doesn't."
"That's good."
Trowa smiled, closing his eyes.
Quatre smiled as he watched Trowa relax. He was glad. There was just so much tension building in Trowa and he could feel it. His nimble hands continued to move across his back.
Trowa sighed happily.
"I'm glad you like this."
"I do," Trowa whispered.
His hands moved, massaging the lower part of Trowa's back.
Trowa arched a bit into the touch. It felt good.
He moved his hands up, running them along the entirety of Trowa's back.
Trowa sighed a bit, nearly forgetting about what had happened with Dorothy.
Quatre began to work the kinks out of Trowa's neck, taking care to be gentle.
Trowa let out a soft sound that could have been a purr again, starting to fall asleep.
"Hey now. Don't go to sleep." he whispered into Trowa's ear.
"Okay, I'll try not to."
"I'm finished anyways."
Trowa chuckled. "Okay then."
Quatre smiled and then slipped off Trowa.
Slowly, Trowa sat up, stretching a bit.
"Feel better?"
Trowa nodded. "I do. Thanks."
"I'm glad."
Trowa smiled and kissed him.
Quatre returned the kiss. "Now get dressed."
Trowa chuckled. "Alright." He began to put his shirts back on.
Quatre smiled and went to wash his hands.
Trowa watched Quatre as he was getting dressed again.
He wiped his hands off on the towel and walked into the living room.
Trowa, now dressed again, stood up.
WHEN → August 20th, this evening
WHERE → Petunia 209
WHAT → Quatre calms Trowa down when he comes after his meeting with Dorothy.
STATUS → Completed
WARNINGS → Shonen-ai
Quatre was tearing up some lettuce for a cobb salad. The chicken was cooking and the vegetables already cut. The blonde was humming to himself, trying to forget his earlier encounter with Dorothy.
It was at this point that Trowa returned from work after his own encounter with Dorothy. He walked in the door and immediately dropped his bag on the floor, glad after the fact that he hadn't taken his computer with him. He leaned against the door and sighed.
He walked out of the kitchen and tilted his head to one side. "Trowa, dear, what's wrong?" He asked softly.
"Let me guess...Dorothy was the thing you want to tell me about?"
"Oh no... You ran into her, didn't you?" he asked walking over to his tall boyfriend.
Trowa nodded. "While I was at work. She came in looking for something for class."
He winced. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," Trowa said with a sigh. "I'm mostly annoyed that she asked about my family."
He wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist. "She's nosy."
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre. "I saw that."
"What did she tell you?"
"That you and she used to date. Other than that, not much else."
"We did."
Trowa nodded. "I don't mind. It was whatever you wanted to do."
"I thought it was normal to date a girl in high school." Quatre said looking up.
"I did too. I dated a girl as well."
"I wonder why she asked about your family."
"I don't know. I told her my full name and the next thing she asked was if I was from that Barton family."
He frowned. "Barton is a pretty common last name Trowa. Not many people outside of the circles Dorothy and I run in even think to ask... But, the fact is that she wouldn't have bothered to ask unless someone pointed you out to her."
"Then someone else who also knows about the Barton’s pointed me out to her."
"But... I don't know of anyone who would do that. The only other person who knows the Barton’s is Zechs Marquise, Heero's former roommate. But, he doesn't like Dorothy."
Inside, Trowa was thinking that he didn't think anyone could like Dorothy. "It could be that he said something to get her to stop bothering him about something."
"He could have Trowa. I don't know Zechs that well. All I know is that he was taken in by the Khushreanda's when he was ten. The Khushrenada's are cousins to the Catalonia's."
"That's more than I know about them," he remarked. "Grandfather didn't include me much in politics if he even bothered much myself." Which Trowa suspected that he did.
*himself not myself
Quatre nodded and pulled away. "Come on, dinner's almost done."
Trowa nodded. "Alright."
"I made something light."
"Sounds good." With how annoyed he was, he probably wouldn't be able to eat something heavy.
He turned and leaned up, kissing Trowa.
Trowa kissed Quatre back. "I didn't tell Dorothy about us."
"Oh good. I'm not looking forward to her finding out."
Trowa nodded. "I'm not looking forward that either. She seems like the type who will try and find out."
He reached up and ran his hands across Trowa's shoulders. "Calm down." He whispered softly, "She doesn't know where we live." Quatre rubbed the taller man's shoulders.
Trowa nodded, relaxing into the touch. He was rather annoyed. "I know," he said softly.
He continued to rub Trowa's shoulders, trying to get him to calm down a little bit.
Trowa sighed slightly though not as if he were annoyed, calming down a bit.
Once the blonde felt Trowa had calmed down, he pulled away. "Better?"
Trowa nodded. "Yeah...thanks."
He smiled happily and kissed Trowa.
Trowa kissed Quatre back.
Quatre pulled away from the kiss and smiled. "Come eat."
Trowa nodded and took Quatre's hand.
He intertwined their fingers together and squeezed gently.
Trowa squeezed Quatre's hand back and lead him in the direction of the kitchen.
"I made a cobb salad for dinner."
"Sounds good," Trowa said with a smile.
"I'm glad you approve." He said smiling, "And how about I give you a full back massage after dinner, complete with some massage oil I got from India."
Trowa smiled slightly. "That sounds nice."
"Good." He said with a smile.
Trowa kissed Quatre on the cheek then went to get plates for dinner.
"We can go out for some cheesecake at Marguriette's after dinner?" He suggested.
Trowa nodded. "Okay. That's fine."
Quatre smiled. "Now lets eat." He said cheerfully.
Trowa nodded. "Okay."
The blonde hummed as he plated the salad for both of them. He was glad that Trowa had relaxed.
Trowa got the silverware and two glasses of water and brought them over to the table.
He brought the plates to the table and set them down.
Trowa set down the water and silverware. He then sat down at his chair.
"What do you want to drink?" he asked softly.
"I brought some water out, but if you want something else as well, we can have some tea."
"Do we have any V fruit juice? I thought I bought some the other day..."
Trowa nodded. "I'm sure we do. I doubt we drank all of it already."
He nodded in response and opened the fridge. He retrieved the bottle and brought it over to the table.
Trowa smiled. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He replied sitting down.
Trowa took a sip of his water and started eating.
With a smile, the blonde began to eat his dinner.
Trowa continued to eat, finally feeling more relaxed.
After he finished his food, Quatre sat at the table, watching Trowa, an unknown emotion in his bright blue eyes.
Trowa glanced over at Quatre, studying him.
He flushed and looked down at his cup.
"Quatre?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Okay."
"Did you enjoy dinner?"
Trowa nodded. "I did."
"I'm glad."
Trowa smiled slightly.
He smiled back and then stood up, taking his plate into the sink.
Trowa got up, taking his dishes up as well.
"I’m glad you enjoyed dinner."
"Thank you for making it."
"I sometimes cook when I get in a bad mood."
Trowa nodded. "I usually run...but I was at work at the time."
"It makes sense." He replied softly as he cleaned up the mess.
Trowa came up behind Quatre and kissed his head.
"Why don't you go sit down on the couch. I'll do this."
Trowa nodded. "Okay." He headed over to the couch.
As soon as he finished cleaning up, Quatre came out into the living room.
Trowa was reading a book for class.
Quatre smiled. "Put that book down."
Trowa nodded and put his book down.
"I'll be right back." He said vanishing into his room.
"Okay."
He returned a few moments later, carrying a bottle of oil.
Trowa smiled seeing what Quatre had gotten.
"Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach."
Trowa nodded and removed his shirt. He paused for a moment before taking off his undershirt since he was mildly self-conscious about his scar, but he did it anyway and laid down.
The blonde watched Trowa and then walked over. He straddled his hips and then leaned in, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "It's okay."
Trowa nodded. "Okay."
"If you want me to stop, just say so..."
"It's fine."
Quatre nodded and opened the bottle. The smell of jasmine wafted up at them. He poured some oil onto Trowa's back and set the bottle down. He then began to work the tension out of his back.
Trowa shivered a bit at the feelings on back. He wasn't used being touched on his back, but it felt kind of good, so he didn't say anything.
He moved slowly and carefully, not wanting to do anything to spook Trowa. Quatre continued to rub his shoulders, a gentle smile on his face.
Trowa sighed happily. Soon it didn't feel so weird anymore and he closed his eyes.
He noticed Trowa's relaxation as he continued to massage his back.
Trowa let out a sound that was suspiciously like a purr.
He let up and looked at Trowa curiously. "Was that a purr?"
Trowa blinked. "I'm...not sure."
With a chuckle, Quatre resumed massaging Trowa's back.
Trowa sighed relaxing.
He smiled as he leaned over retrieving the bottle of oil. He poured some more onto Trowa's back and carefully began to massage the middle of his back, where the scar was.
Trowa shivered again as Quatre massaged over the scar. It didn't hurt, but again he wasn't used to it.
"It's not bothering you, is it?"
"No, it doesn't."
"That's good."
Trowa smiled, closing his eyes.
Quatre smiled as he watched Trowa relax. He was glad. There was just so much tension building in Trowa and he could feel it. His nimble hands continued to move across his back.
Trowa sighed happily.
"I'm glad you like this."
"I do," Trowa whispered.
His hands moved, massaging the lower part of Trowa's back.
Trowa arched a bit into the touch. It felt good.
He moved his hands up, running them along the entirety of Trowa's back.
Trowa sighed a bit, nearly forgetting about what had happened with Dorothy.
Quatre began to work the kinks out of Trowa's neck, taking care to be gentle.
Trowa let out a soft sound that could have been a purr again, starting to fall asleep.
"Hey now. Don't go to sleep." he whispered into Trowa's ear.
"Okay, I'll try not to."
"I'm finished anyways."
Trowa chuckled. "Okay then."
Quatre smiled and then slipped off Trowa.
Slowly, Trowa sat up, stretching a bit.
"Feel better?"
Trowa nodded. "I do. Thanks."
"I'm glad."
Trowa smiled and kissed him.
Quatre returned the kiss. "Now get dressed."
Trowa chuckled. "Alright." He began to put his shirts back on.
Quatre smiled and went to wash his hands.
Trowa watched Quatre as he was getting dressed again.
He wiped his hands off on the towel and walked into the living room.
Trowa, now dressed again, stood up.