13-Aug-2001
Title: Not-So-Under Cover
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GWAddiction, GWNation, Silent Passion
Category: shonen ai, lime, humour, fluff
Pairings: 1x3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This came from a mental image I got at 3am while desperately trying to get to sleep. I woke up, and it took me hours to remember the image, and it demanded to be written, so I took several breaks from scraping paint and made myself write this little piece of, er, fluff? And, of course, the apartment number has specific meaning. This fits into my universe. ^_^ I love my universe and I really *do* want to be an old lady in it. Ooo!!! *will have another fic up soon in this series, maybe I'll finally get the honeymoon lemons done!* Enjoy! And, er, sorry all you Quatre lovers, but I made him just a bit on the naive side in this. Er, maybe more than a bit? But, this is set before they're married. I haven't decided quite where in my timeline that is, though...
Quatre took a deep breath and knocked on the door to apartment number 143. There was a noise in the apartment like someone dropping a bowling ball, then a lot of rustling and more loud noises, including a couple shouts. A moment later, the door to the apartment opened and Heero appeared, mostly composed, wearing a white tuxedo shirt, a bow tie, and an angry smile. "Hello, Quatre. What the hell brings you to our apartment this fine evening?"
Stepping up a bit, Quatre leaned against the doorframe. "Just had a couple of things to ask. Hey, Heero, nice shirt. You going out some place?" He looked down, then blinked. He cocked his head to one side, then blinked again. He blushed furiously, then looked up, his chin tilted up as if to keep him from looking down again. "Um, Heero, you're not wearing any pants."
Heero's eyes widened and he looked down, then covered his lower half. Pants weren't the only thing he wasn't wearing. "Trowa!"
A moment later, Trowa appeared in a fluffy emerald green bathrobe and a black top hat. Heero immediately ducked behind the taller man and slid his arms around Trowa's waist.
Trowa gently trailed his fingertips along Heero's hands and smiled to Quatre warmly. "Hi. You interrupted something that has a position much like this. If you'd be so kind as to come back later, as in tomorrow before nightfall... but after lunch... we'd appreciate it."
Heero peeked out from behind Trowa's arm. "Yeah. I was quite happy with the position you interrupted, too. It was one we hadn't tried before. Leave, now, please?"
The Death Glare was enough to make anyone run away, So, Quatre backed away from the doorway and smiled. "Sure. Tomorrow. Bye!" The door slammed shut and more loud noises and yells could be heard behind the apartment door only a moment later. There was a scraping, then another loud bump, followed by another dozen or so smaller thumps.
Quatre nodded. "Heero was helping Trowa move the pool table, wasn't he?"
As he walked down the hallway, he pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "This is the last time I sell Girl Scout Cookies and Appliances door-to-door for my sisters. Maybe I can get Heero and Trowa to take order forms to work..." He paused. "No. Who knows what kind of mysterious stains they'd get on them? How Heero manages to spill cream from his coffee on almost every document I give him is beyond me. Though, he and Trowa *do* drink a lot of coffee..."
Quatre paused. "Hey, I wonder if Wufei wants to buy some cookies. He needs a new toaster, anyway. His little girl poured cake mix and ketchup in the last one... Oh, I hope she hasn't joined the Girl Scouts yet!"
Racing off, Quatre never heard Trowa groan loudly in the apartment, then say a moment later, "Do you think Quatre will take the cream excuse one more time about this party RSVP?"
Owari.
Extra note!: This is a sort of side story to the pool table lemon which is in production now. In fact, there are three Heero/Trowa lemons that I'm currently writing for you people. The honeymoon lemon will have two. ^_^ And, the cake mix in the toaster? That was my brother one morning back when he was three or four and I was almost a year younger. That same morning, we drew pictures with ketchup and mustard on the floor from the counter top, took all the Tylenol and shoved them into the grate in the fan above the stove, and held an egg tossing contest down the hall to the living room. The next year, we just put bacon in the camera instead of film right before we went to Niagara Falls. ^_^ Aren't little kids such brats? ^_~
(:./jennykim/moments4)
