Part Nine

"I'm telling you, your writing's hot!"
Quatre laughed.
"You haven't even read the book."
"I know, I know,"Trowa replied, resting his chin on his palm. He then pulled something out of his pocket, and lied it in a pile infront of Quatre. When the blond had finally straightened it out, he saw a golden locket.
"El corazon?" he asked, smiling.
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Hilde spotted the two talking and laughing, and almost threw up. They were just too damn cute. It was sickening.
She had to wait until the right moment to grab the backpack and get the map. Then she would have 'El Corazon' and Dorothy could screw herself.
The German smirked, before hiding in the shadows.
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Quatre clipped the necklace together, and grinned. Trowa heard a new song start to play, and got up.
The blond looked at him curiously, before tucking the locket under his shirt. The brunette held his hand out to Quatre again, and said seductively,"Dance?"
Quatre's eyes widened, and he shook his head.
"Oh no, no no no no...."
He was cut off by Trowa pulling him up. He latched onto the chair, attempting to keep where he was. The brunette frowned, and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. When the blond still didn't budge, he sighed.
"Quatre..."
"Trowa, I *can't* dance."
"I'll teach you."
"I'll embarrass you."
Trowa chuckled.
"No one as beautiful as you could *ever* embarrass me."
Quatre flushed, and considered the pros and cons. While he did he accidentally loosened his grip on the chair. Trowa noticed this and pulled him one last time, successfully pulling Quatre away from the chair.
"Trowa!"
The banged boy dragged him out to the dance floor, and turned him around.
"Just one dance little one."
Quatre swallowed, and nodded slowly. Trowa smiled, and pulled him close, swaying his hips to the song, and Quatre couldn't help but flush more. Trowa's hands were on his hips, and were helping him follow along with the brunette.
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Hilde noticed them get up, and smirked. She then got down on her hands and knees, and started to crawl to their table.
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"Husband, women are not weak. Men are. Women have to go through God damn labor, and also through cramps. We also have to deal with a lot of pain just to make men happy!"
"Men have to fight!"
"Women have to deal with men thinking they're the only ones fighting!"
"Men are men!"
"Oh that's a really good reason!"
Wufei's mind searched for a good reply, but his mind couldn't think of anything. Meiran snickered, before dabbing her face with a napkin.
"Men don't whine about going into labor and having cramps."
"Women don't whine about having to eat meatloaf instead of spaghetti."
"But I hate meatloaf!"
"We were out of spaghetti!"
Wufei pouted.
"Is it your time of the month?"
Meiran turned an interesting shade of red, and she clenched her napkin.
As this was going on Hilde crawled under their table, setting her beret down and reaching for Quatre's backpack, which was just ut of reach. She bit her lip and reached harder.
Suddenly a napkin fell on her arm and she paled. She was then met with a really pissed off Meiran.
"I lost my backpacko..?"
Before Hilde knew what was happening, she saw stars. Meiran started ranting.
"Ugh, how could you! Women are more dignified! Weakling! Argh!!!!"
Wufei sat at their table, dabbed his face with a napkin, and raised his hand.
"Check please."
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Trowa spun Quatre around, before pulling him back to his embrace, arms around Quatre's waist. The blond had his arms around the brunette's neck, and his cheek against his partners.
Trowa pulled Quatre into a dip, and the blond laughed, before his eyes locked with the banged boys. The green eyed boy slowly pulled Quatre back up, eyes still locked together.
Trowa raised one hand to the back of the blond's head and pulled him forward, crushing their lips together. Quatre's eyes slid shut, enjoying the warmth that washed through him like a tidal waved. The brunette deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to run along Quatre's full lips. The blond gave him access, allowing Trowa's tongue to claim his mouth.
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