September 21, 2000
Uh…in response to a line challenge… Hope this was what you had in mind…
"Dad!" shouted Gabby, glaring at her father as he snapped another picture of her with a Polaroid camera. "Will you STOP taking my picture, PLEASE?!" She looked at her other father, exasperated. "Father, talk some sense into your husband."
Trowa smirked as Quatre pretended to hide the camera behind his back. Really, he was more excited for his daughter's junior prom than she was. Taking care not to overexcite the smaller blonde man, he plucked the camera out of his loose hands and held over his head.
"That is not funny--! Give me the camera, Trowa-darling, I need to take another picture, she looks so pretty in her blue dress…"
Gabby rolled her eyes. "Dad! My date is going to be here any second! Aren't you going to give me a kiss good luck?" Quatre paused, and smiled sweetly.
"Date? I thought you were going with a friend…" The brown- haired man stiffened, recognizing some remnant of Zero System Quatre beneath the sweet voice.
"Well, I *am* going with a friend, they just kind of…became more," she snapped, flustered. "And they're late!" Their blonde daughter looked anxiously at the clock.
"Well, you do know that you should never have unprotected sex with these high school boys?" nudged Quatre, wringing his wrists.
"And—"
"Please, Father, Dad! I'm sixteen years old already! Give it a break! If you two want to tell me about the birds and the bees, you're a bit late." She couldn't stop looking from the clock to Quatre, hoping he wouldn't make a big deal out of it…
"Well, there are *some* things I know—"
Gabby clapped her hands over her ears and began to hum "Bohemian Rhapsody" loudly.
"—like always use a condom and LOTS of lube—"
Trowa just shook his head. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"—keep all your clothes on—"
"DADDY!" Gabby shrieked, feeling her temperature rise. She had even less of a hold on her temper than her father.
"—and that includes not wearing skirts that could be mistaken for wide belts—"
"Guess who's here?" Trowa could barely keep the smile from his lips. Gabby smiled, her entire face lighting up.
"My date's here, Daddy, got to go! Love you, mwah," she kissed his cheek, ignoring him as he continued to rant.
They were almost down the driveway and out to the car when Quatre remembered something else. He sprinted to the door, and stuck his head out--
"And don't touch what you don't have—"
--just in time to see Gabby and a tall, curvy brunette exchange a tonsil-probing kiss.
Trowa caught his lover as he fainted on the front steps.
Quatre came to a few minutes later, fanning himself dramatically. "Oh my…I need some tea…"
"I'll get some."
"Trowa?"
"Yes love?"
"Was that--?"
"Yes, Quatre."
"Oh. Just wondering."
Ariana, Bianca and Charmstreak
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