Continue to Part 5
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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, everyone
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 features into
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 somewhat 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.