Author: Honor A.
see part 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
[ Three Months Later ]
When Amee walked into the living room I was immediately suspicious. For
one thing, she was supposed to be upstairs doing homework (and thereby
giving certain adults some snuggle time.) For another, she was wearing
The Smile. The Smile meant trouble, and has since she was four months
The last thing was the most important -- the little wrapped box in her
With great ceremony she came forward and set it in Trowa's hand. Then
she stepped back, smiling expectantly.
He gave me a glance (I had no clue what she was up to) then looked at
the box. "There's nothing lethal in this is there?"
"Nope," Amee assured him brightly.
Giving her another glance askance, he shifted me so that he could have
both arms free and opened it. I saw his eyes go wide and his mouth worked
"What?" I demanded.
In answer he turned the box upside down, dumping something out onto his
I instantly recognized that key. Aw crap.
"It's the key to the house," Amee unnecessarily explained. "Quatre's been
too afraid to give it to you, so I decided it was up to me. Do you need
As tempting as it was to just curl up in a ball and die of embarrassment,
it would send all the wrong signals to Trowa so that option wasn't available
to me. I glared at her instead. "Amee... "
"Don't growl at me. That key has been sitting on your dresser for three
weeks. If I hadn't done something, it might have stayed there until
you were both old and grey!"
I upped the glare.
"Fine," she sighed. "I know when I'm not wanted." She stuck her tongue
out at me before leaving the room. The door might have closed just a tad
too hard behind her.
The silence left in her wake was rather... strained. I cleared my throat
a little and peeked up at Trowa. He was watching me thoughtfully, frown
tugging at his mouth. "Have you really been hesitating over this?"
Confession time. "I... want you to move in. I just wasn't sure how you'd
feel about it."
Between one heart beat and the next he pinned me onto the couch and kissed
me aggressively. After a stunned moment (surely this means he likes the
idea? Maybe?) I responded just as fully. When he finally released me a
small eternity later, we were both panting. "Trowa?"
"The only thing I hated about our relationship was when I had to go home,
and you're wondering about asking me to stay?"
You know, put it that way, and all my insecurities sound really stupid.
"So... do you need help moving in?"
"I'm not going to turn any help down," Trowa assured me as he closed in
for another kiss.
Judging from this kiss... he definitely likes the idea.
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