Quatre/Trowa POVs in this part.
Hungry Heart Part 6
His arms tightened around me when I kissed him, his mouth welcomed mine just like it used to.... Did he know me yet? Would he have even gone this far with a stranger? I didn't know... I could only hope he wouldn't...
I had to remind myself that I didn't know what he'd been through, how much he had changed from the Trowa I remembered.
Who had he lost? That man in the pictures? I could only be happy if that was the case- though I hurt for him.
"I'm sorry," it was so hard to pull away from him. I wanted him so very badly... but I needed him to know it was me...
"I'm sorry you lost someone you loved. But- you found someone who loves you."
"Quatre?" He whispered and his voice was so full of hope that my heart skipped a beat. "I keep thinking I'm crazy- I see you everywhere- I want to find you too much..." The pain in his voice tore at me. "Did I find you?" One of his hands cupped my face, fingers tracing over my cheek, trying to see in the dark. "Are you really here?"
Find me? So he had been looking...
"Yes," he shivered under my hands as I turned my head and pressed a kiss into his palm. "You've found me, Trowa. I'm here."
He reached up, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Quatre..." He pulled me down to his mouth, kissed me hard. "I've missed you..."
"I know," I told him as his fingers slid out of my hair, down my back and clutched at my waist. "I missed you too. So very much."
He shuddered as I put my head down on his chest, heard the hitch in his breathing. For a moment his arms were so tight around me that I couldn't breathe.
I tilted my face up, sought for his mouth, tried to soothe him the best that I could, prove to him that I was here. His arms relaxed a little, and I caressed him, unbuttoned his shirt, ran my hands over his warm skin, remembering how he liked to be touched. His hands slid under my shirt, tugged it off and then...
It had been so long... too long... we couldn't be gentle, we couldn't wait... I wanted to flip the lights on- wanted to see him... but at the same time I didn't want to move that far away from him, didn't want to take my hands off of him for even a moment.
His body welcomed mine, his legs locked tight around me, my name on his lips as I made him mine again. He collapsed when I finally finished with him, his breathing evening out, body relaxing against mine.
Softly I said his name and received only a slight murmur in return. I flipped on the light and he barely stirred, not that I was surprised. I had noticed the shadows under his eyes at the bar, and he'd had quite a few beers on top of that.
I couldn't stop touching him. I had to brush his hair out of his eyes, caress the shape of his lips, kiss the curve of his cheek. I had never expected to have him like this again- and even as I delighted over him, I worried how long it was going to last. Was there someone waiting for him at home? Could I keep him with me?
I didn't know how I could let him go again...
A general sense of being uncomfortable finally drove me out of bed to fetch a washcloth, take out my itchy contacts, and make sure I had locked things up for the night. When I slid back into bed, Trowa automatically reached for me, pulling me into his arms. I curled up in his embrace and hoped that tomorrow I could figure out someway to persuade him to stay with me...
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My head ached. Why did I have a headache? I cautiously cracked open one eye only to have it flood with light. I closed it again and rolled away from the light.
Something shifted against my back, murmuring a faint complaint.
That got my eyes to open. For a moment I blinked at the unfamiliar clock on the stand next to the bed. This wasn't my hotel room... I shifted again- something was wrapped around my waist and legs, pinning me to the bed...
"Trowa, quit moving," the softly voiced complaint behind me made me freeze. At that moment my brain finally woke up.
I looked over my shoulder. A tousled blond head was resting on my back, a tan arm was wrapped around my waist, one of his legs was thrown over mine. I tried to roll over, but he made a faint growling noise and tightened his grip.
Well, if I had any doubts left this morning, which I didn't, that would've settled it. This was definitely Quatre.
I reached down and lifted his arm up carefully, rolling just enough so that I was on my back and could wrap an arm around him too. He growled again and snuggled down on my shoulder.
His hair had come loose from its band, so I eased it out of the way- how had he gotten it so long?- and let my fingers trace the shape of his face. So different- and yet so familiar. Now I could call myself an idiot for missing the obvious- he couldn't be anyone else.
He opened his eyes and gave me a sleepy smile. "Glad you're here."
I traced his eyebrow, gazing into the blue I remembered so well. "I am too. Go back to sleep." I kissed his forehead and he curled up even closer.
"Missed you." He said and closed his eyes again.
I watched him sleep, watched the rise and fall of his chest, felt his breath whisper over my skin. I had so many things I wanted to say to him- to ask him- I had thought if I ever did find him that they would come bursting out of me like a flood, that I'd demand answers...
Now that the moment was here- I was happy to just watch him sleep beside me, rememorize the lines of his face, be amazed that I had found him and in such a way...
The sunlight moved across the bed and Quatre still slept. I was half-dozing myself, content and warm, when I glanced at the clock, wondering idly what time it was.
There was a scrap of newspaper blocking one of the numbers, and as I picked it up to move it, I read it without thinking.
Q I understand and I'm so glad. Please let me know that you're okay. T
So... he had seen it. Seen it and kept it. But why didn't he contact me? Why not offer me that small comfort?
I crumpled the paper in my fingers as doubt washed over me. Quatre had seen the ad- and not responded. If I hadn't had run into him I never would've found him...
But, if he meant to stay hidden, why bring me here? Why reveal himself to me?
"Trowa?" Quatre yawned, lifting his head up from my shoulder. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Unhappily I showed him the paper I held. "I think we need to talk."
TBC...
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