Disclaimer: GW does not belong to me. Never has done, never will.
As usual, many, many thanks to my English teacher…ahem, sorry beta reader Elf. This fic would be a mess without your help!
He’s watching me. I can almost feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. The fact that the tapping of the keys on his laptop have ceased was also a pretty big clue. I resist the urge to look over my shoulder and back at him though, instead shifting slightly on the sofa, flipping over a page of a book that I’m not really reading.
It’s only been about an hour since we finished dinner. Duo, idiot that he is challenged Wufei to a fight and the last I heard was the sound of their squabbling as they exited the room to continue their mock-duel outside. Quatre is upstairs in his room practising his violin. He asked me if I’d like to duet on my flute, but I declined, instead staying with Heero. Of course, every one knew better than interrupt Heero when he was busy; even Duo who never knew when enough was enough. At least he valued his life.
And so I curled up on the couch, intending to finish the rest of the novel that Quatre lent me. I’ve been around Heero for so long now that the constant tap-tap-tap of his computer keys doesn’t really bother me anymore.
But that was a while ago and now all is silent. Keeping up the appearance that I’m still reading; I strain my ears for some clue as to what he’s up to. Finally, my wait is rewarded with a small, “hnn,” and I hear him shut down his computer. A few minutes later, I feel the couch dip from his weight when he sits down next to me.
“Finish that report?” I ask, still not looking up.
“Hnn,” he says again. I feel a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, but keep my head lowered. The smile suddenly disappears though when I feel him touch a finger to my lips and I gaze at him from underneath my lashes. His brow is creased slightly as he studies me and I wonder what he’s thinking.
He moves his finger away, but then gently tugs my right hand from the book I’m holding. I watch as he closes his hand over mine, our fingers twining around each other and I squeeze gently. He stares intently at our joined hands and my eyes follow his gaze. His hand is smaller than mine and his tanned skin contrasts my own pale digits.
“We’re different, you and I,” he says after a while. “Different, but the same.” He untangles his fingers from mine and then turns over my hand, lightly stroking my palm. I allow a small sigh to escape my lips and he looks up at me. “Is this nice?” he asks. “Is this good?”
“Yes, Heero,” I reply, letting him touch me, letting him familiarise himself with my body.
“I could think of something that might feel even better,” he adds, his expression one of hopefulness.
“And what would that be?” I ask, indulging him with a small smile.
He seems distracted for a moment, but I don’t push him. I just wait for him to make his move. Eventually, he seems to come back to himself and raises my hand to his lips. “Touching you like this is nice,” he whispers. “But I think…touching you with my lips would be even nicer.” He releases my hand and leans up a little. Knowing what he’s about to do, I let my eyes fall shut and my mouth parts slightly as I wait to receive his kiss. I feel him coming closer, feel his hair brush across my face, his warm breath fanning over my lips…
We jerk apart guiltily when the door flies open. “Trowa, do you still have that book I loaned you?” Quatre asks as he steps into the room.
“Right…here,” I murmur, raising the object in the air. Quatre stares at Heero and I strangely and for some reason, I feel like fidgeting under his gaze.
I turn my head to look at Heero whose mask has fallen firmly back into place at the interruption and he’s glaring at Quatre. I manage to school my feature sin to my usual impassive stare as I rise to my feet, crossing the room and handing over the book.
“Are you sure you won’t be needing it any longer?” Quatre questions noticing where I marked my place.
“It’s fine,” I reply with a shrug. However much I like Quatre, I just wish he hadn’t disturbed us when he did. That and I want to escape this awkward situation. His expression is still a little unusual and I can’t tell what he’s thinking which worries me. Usually I can read Quatre easily; he’s so expressive.
“Well, if that’s okay with you,” he says hesitantly, glancing round my shoulder at Heero who still hasn’t moved from the couch. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to practise that duet we were working on before? It’s been so long since we last played together.”
“Maybe some other time,” I tell him, feeling some what saddened by the way his face falls at my reply. “How does after dinner sound?” I suddenly blurt out. I hate seeing Quatre sad in any way and I know I’ve been neglecting him lately.
Guess I really should try harder with this friendship thing.
“That’d be wonderful, Trowa!” he exclaims. “Don’t want that flute getting rusty now, do we?”
I refrain from mentioning that I’m far from out of practise as I remember the night when Heero listened to me play. The thought of Heero makes me look over at the couch from the corner of my eye and I’m startled to see that he isn’t there anymore. He must have slipped out through the kitchen. Odd, I think. I didn’t hear him leave. I jump when I feel a light tap on my arm.
“Trowa? Is everything alright?”
I look down at Quatre. His expression is concerned and he gently squeezes my arm when I don’t reply. “Trowa?”
“Yeah,” I answer, shaking my head as if trying to clear away my confusion. “Um, tonight. After dinner. I’ll see you then.” I gently pry his hand away and shrug apologetically before going off in search of Heero.