Author: hostilecrayon
Pairing: 3x4
Rating: PG
Warnings: The servants just won't go away!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is owned by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino.
Notes: Written for an OLD drabble prompt from lil_1337 for Quatre and Trowa, not so domestic bliss.
Time Alone
Trowa was sitting in the drawing room, quite happy to have some time to himself. He went a little crazy without it, needing the time to reflect. He'd barely been in there fifteen minutes though before a maid sheepishly knocked and entered to dust.
He uncoiled his legs from the chair and made his way through the house; this time finding solstice out on the patio with the warm sun shining on his face. He had just started to settle in when the gardener came to trim the bushes. He sighed imperceptibly.
He'd been interrupted five times when he finally decided to take a shower. Surely they wouldn't bother him there.
So when the maid came in to make sure he had fresh towels, all he could think to do is yell, "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
The maid made a little squeak and all but ran from the bathroom.
He was barely dressed when Quatre entered, a little frown marring his otherwise perfect features. "Trowa, love? Marlene said you were upset. Is something wrong?"
"Quatre, I love you, but if I see one more maid or butler or gardener, I'm going to explode. I can't get any peace here."
Quatre's frown deepened. "But they're just doing their jobs..."
"Heart, I was a nomad. I've never had a servant wait on me in my entire life. I need time to myself now and again. But with all of these people crawling around, I can't relax. It's unnerving."
Quatre just looked dumbfounded, and Trowa exasperatedly took him in his arms and held him close. "Love, I know how to use a microwave. I can make my own sandwiches. I certainly can make sure I have clean towels all by myself."
Quatre pulled back, wide-eyed. "I can't fire them, Trowa. They've worked for the Winner households for years."
"I'm not asking you to fire them. Just... can we possibly make a room off-limits? Is that too much to ask? Well, that and maybe keep them out of the bathroom when I'm naked in it." He grinned lightly.
"Well, I guess we could manage something."
Trowa kissed him on the nose. "Thank you." He kissed him on the lips this time, putting a little fire in it. "You think we could maybe have some alone time right now?" Trowa quirked an eyebrow at him while his hand snaked up under Quatre's shirt.
"I think that could be arranged," he said between gasps.
They spent the next few hours making good use of their alone time.
OWARI
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