06-May-2000

Warnings: SAP ALERT!
Notes: Now, i NEVER do songfics, so I'm going out on a limb here but the song was in my head allllllll day long and I was annoying the heck out of my mates and so I just wrote it out... if it's bad, please tell me!
Feedback: yes, thanks!
Disclaimers: GW belongs not to me, but to a wonderful gentleman with a name I can't recall. But i do not intend to use this story for my own profit, so please don't sue ^_^

Heart and Soul by Erin Cayce

Quatre frowned slightly in concentration as he flipped the omelette. Cooking for himself was not something he'd been much used to until he'd become a pilot, and suddenly found himself spending days at a time alone without any servants. Thank Allah for take-out, or he would have starved in those early weeks.

~I fell in love with you Heart and Soul~

Trowa bent and pressed a tiny open-mouthed kiss against the back of Quatre's golden slender neck. Sliding his arms around the girlishly slender waist produced a contented sigh from the boy. "Is that for me?" he asked.

"You? Hah! Not after what you said about my cooking last time. It's for Duo."

"Well, it *was* a little--crispy, my love. Even you admitted that." Trowa pretended to pout as he drew away. "Apparently, Duo really *will* eat anything!"

~the way a fool would, madly!~

Quatre, grinning, swatted Trowa's tempting backside with his spatula. "Maybe you're just too picky."

"Hmm. Apparently not. I'm in love with you, aren't I?" he teased.

~because you held me tight~

Quatre stuck his tongue out childishly--and the temptation was simply too much for one Trowa Barton. Swooping in gracefully, he caught Quatre up against him and nipped playfully at the pink little tongue with his lips, taking it into his mouth and grazing it with his own.

~and stole a kiss in the night.~

Suddenly a little breathless, Quatre held him tightly, curving golden lashes swooping down to hide the deepening shade of his eyes as he leaned in. The spatula, forgotten, dropped to the floor.

~Heart and Soul~

Trowa was the one to pull away. He leaned his forehead against the other boy's, and brushed slightly reddened lips over the tip of Quatre's pert nose. "You're lovely," he whispered.

~I begged to be adored.~

A faint flush coloured the pale cheeks of Sandrock's pilot. "Really?" he asked with sudden shyness. "Trowa, sometimes I'm not sure... "

Trowa frowned. "Not sure of what?"

"Well... of why, when I asked, you came... "

~Lost control and tumbled over-board, gladly!~

The taller boy felt the special smile that Quatre always drew from him stretching his mouth, and buried his face in Quatre's bright hair to hide it. "How could I possibly resist?" he whispered. "You gave me a chance to feel again. It was as if I'd been starving, and suddenly you offered me life."

~that magic night we kissed~

Petite hands stroked his back sympathetically. "Quatre," he murmured, finding the delicate shell of one tiny ear and breathing his confessions into it the same way he had that first night...

~there in the moon-mist.~

"I wanted you so much, for so long," Quatre said, trying to keep the serious mood but suffering under the assault of Trowa's mouth on one of his most sensitive spots. "I couldn't believe it when you admitted you'd wanted me, too."

~Oh! but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling.~

Trowa felt that smile coming again. "Poor darling, you could barely sit still, but you didn't want to push me. I'd never imagined that *I* would have to be the one to make the first move... "

~Never before were mine so strangely willing.~

Warmth flooded Quatre's face as he remembered, and his arms tightened around Trowa's waist as he groaned with still-fresh embarrassment. "I practically melted in your arms. Oh, you must have thought I was going to--to--"

"Jump me right there?" Trowa supplied, nipping sharply and eliciting a startled laugh.

"No!"

"Mmm." Trowa tilted his beloved's chin up, and stroked his perfect smiling mouth with tender fingers. "Too bad," he noted briefly, before kissing him.

~But now I see what one embrace can do.~

"I'd never--" Quatre's mouth moved eagerly against his. "Imagined--" Teeth grazed the indenture above his upper lip. "It could be so--" An enticing little sigh accompanied the new press of their bodies.

"Yes," Trowa agreed.

~Look at me~

"Oh, angel, my beautiful angel." What words came pouring out of the little one's mouth! But Trowa knew with utter certainty that Quatre meant each and every one--and that knowledge sent delightful thrills through him, warming the darkness inside and bringing the little's one's light just a little farther in. *Look at me,* Trowa thought, holding his beloved so close against his chest that he could feel their quickened heartbeats battling. *Doing what I'd thought would forever be denied me. Loving... loving him... *

~it's got me loving you madly, that little kiss you stole~

Quatre pulled back, and looked up at him with such seriousness and fathomless devotion in his eyes that Trowa actually caught his breath in amazement. "I love you," the blonde boy said to him, and sealed the pact with one last kiss.

~held all my Heart and Soul!~

Duo poked his head in. " 'Scuse me," he sang. "If you two are finished being mushy, can I get my omelette?"

Quatre, blushing, pulled away from Trowa, who felt a sudden yearning for the inviting warmth that stood not a foot away, seperated from him only by an insanely grinning Shinigami. Then Quatre made a little noise of dismay.

"I think it burned," he said sheepishly.

Duo shrugged. "So? Where d'ya keep the plates?"

"You--really *will* eat anything."

"Short of motor oil," was the cheerful reply. As he passed Trowa on the way to the cabinet, Duo gave the taller boy a surreptitious poke in the ribs. "Nice catch," he winked.

To hide his flaming cheeks, Trowa fled the kitchen.

To his eternal delight, Quatre was right at his side.

The End

(:./erin/heart)