Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Contemplation Indigo ❯ Tranquilla Nox ( Chapter 13 )

Tranquilla Nox

By DRL

(For Dee)

I sigh contentedly and shift slightly against Trowa's body, settling myself even more comfortably, if such a thing is possible. It is a few minutes to midnight, and as Christmas Day draws to a close, we have finally retired to bed after a magical day spent in the company of our best friends. I shiver a little and open my eyes a fraction to look over at the fireplace. The fire is almost out now, and the glow from the dying embers gives little warmth. No matter, I have all the warmth I need right here, and once again, I snuggle deeper into Trowa's embrace.

"Are you cold darling?" He asks, sensing my thoughts as he always does.

"No, I'm fine."

A little white lie, but if I say yes he will go and fetch a blanket, or worse still, suggest that we get into bed, and I want nothing to break the spell of this moment. We are sitting in a large, gilt Louis XVI arm chair, which has been given a completely kitsch makeover by being re-upholstered in faux leopard skin fabric. We have a similar one in our library, and Trowa adores it so much that I recently commissioned a local antiques dealer to find me another just like it. I then had it upholstered in the same fabric and placed it before the fireplace in our bedroom, replacing one of the chairs we had there previously. Needless to say, it proved an immediate hit with my husband and we soon replaced the second arm chair and sofa from the old suite with corresponding, leopard skin upholstered antique pieces. The thing Trowa likes best about the chair is that it is capacious enough to accommodate both of us quite comfortably if we snuggle up together, which we never need any encouragement to do. We are doing so right now, and as usual, I don't want it to end. Trowa is seated with his legs outstretched to the fire, feet crossed at the ankles, and I am seated next to him, my feet drawn up beside me in the chair. I have my arms around him and he has his around me, and we hold each other tightly. My head lies on his breast and I listen to his precious heartbeat, the inexorable pounding that affirms my Trowa's existence, and ultimately my own, because without him I would surely die.

When we first came up to bed we sat together before the fire, which was a litte livelier then, discussing the day. As I mentioned previously, we had celebrated Christmas with our friends. Wufei and Treize have been staying with us while Wufei recovers from a recent operation, and Heero and Duo drove over for the day. Trowa and I live in the suburbs of the same city that Heero and Duo live in, so it was a relatively short journey for them. We had a wonderful day, and those of us who are not Christians threw ourselves wholeheartedly into the spirit of the feast for the sake of those among us who were. We sang carols, roasted chestnuts, mulled wine and ate a traditional turkey dinner with all the trimmings. We all ate and drank far too much, which is just as it should be.

When it came to gifts, a month or so ago, when we realised that we would all be able to spend Christmas together, Duo suggested that we play a game he called 'Secret Santa'. How the game worked, he explained to us, was that we place all of our names in a 'hat'. Then we each draw one name and kept this name secret from everyone else. We then each had to buy an apt Christmas gift, either humorous or serious, for the person whose name we had drawn, once again, keeping it secret. As four of us were actually residing under the same roof, and the other two were doing likewise, certain precautions had to be taken to ensure that the secrecy was maintained. As most of us have access to almost unlimited financial resources, we also took the added precaution of setting an upper price limit, otherwise the game could spiral out of control very easily as imaginations began to run riot. It was all a great deal of fun, from the drawing of the names, to the purchasing of the gifts, to the elaborate procedures that we all underwent to ensure that our particular gift remained secret. It all worked extremely well, considering that it was Duo's idea. None of us had discovered who our secret Santa was (and if anyone had they weren't saying), despite concerted efforts on both Duo's part and mine, I freely admit it. There was, however, no prize for guessing who it was that gave Wufei a pair of sunglasses whose metal frames and case were encrusted with both precious and semi-precious gemstones. Wufei still suffers quite badly with light sensitivity after his eye operation, and when the gift was unwrapped and the glasses revealed, all eyes turned to Duo.

'What?' Was all he had to say, and he publicly denied all knowledge of the glasses, but he later confessed to me that he was indeed responsible. Duo is a successful conceptual artist, and he confided that he is currently working on a series of sculptures that depicted life-sized models of ordinary, everyday items forged from metal, plated with precious metals and decorated with precious stones, so what Wufei actually has is a work of art rather than a fashion accessory. The dubious anonymity of the giver is preserved for the present, since the sculptures have not yet been shown publicly, but they are due to be unveiled at a show which opens early in the new year, so all will be revealed at that time. Duo never shows his work prior to a show, not even to us, but the glasses are quite beautiful and a wonder to behold, so I can only guess at what the other pieces must be like. I also suspect that this particular gift will turn out to have a value way in excess of our price limit, but I think we will let that pass.

I drew Treize's name, and it took me all of about ten seconds to come up with an idea of what to buy for him. He is quite fanatical about fine wine, and I bought him a 200 year old bottle of Chateau Lafite Bordeaux, the only one in existence, I was reliably informed. I should certainly hope so, considering the price I paid for it (which was once again in excess of our agreed price limit, but Trieze is worth it). I still have no idea who bought me my gift, and Trowa refuses to tell me whose gif he purchased, although I have my suspicions, and I fully expect to wheedle it out of him eventually.

I still have one more gift to give however, and I think I had better stir myself before we both fall asleep in this chair. I reluctantly disentangle myself from Trowa's embrace and move toward the bedroom door. Before opening it to leave the room I look back over my shoulder, and in answer to the enquiring arch of his exquisite eyebrows, I say "I'll be back soon my love." I am as good as my word and within a few minutes I return. Trowa has risen from the chair in my absence, and he is standing by the bed when I re-ener the room. He has something in his hand, which he places on my nightstand and then crosses the room towards me. I attach no particular significance to this and I smile warmly at him as he approaches.

"Come to bed now darling," He says, "You must be so tired."

"Okay Trowa," I concur, "But open this first." I thrust a small, wrapped package into his hands. "I know we agreed not to but…" I look contritely up at him, waiting for admonishment that I know will never come. Trowa never gets angry at me for anything.

"Oh Quatre!" He says with mock exasperation, but he smiles as he takes the package and he opens it excitedly. "What is it?" He asks rhetorically, since he will shortly have the answer to this selfsame question, and for this reason I forebear to reply. I simply watch, searching his face for approval - or otherwise. He removes the coloured wrapping to reveal a small, velvet-covered box, which can only contain a ring, so I am undone almost immediately. Trowa raises the lid of the box, and his face lights up with delight.

"What a beautiful thing." He says emphatically, and he carefully removes the ring from the box. He inspects it minutely, turning it around and around, as though he can scarcely believe his eyes. He then holds it out to me.

"Here, you put it on for me." He says, and I recall he did the same thing when I gave him the engagement ring he now proudly wears, but thereby hangs another tale.

I take the ring from him, take his left hand and slid the ring onto the third finger. It sits snugly above his engagement ring, which in turn sits atop his wedding ring. The ring was deliberately designed to compliment the other two rings it would be worn with. It is a plain gold band with a wide channel cut all the way around it. Brilliantly cut bagillion diamonds are placed one beside the other, filling the centre channel. Trowa is quite right of course, it is a beautiful thing. Very simple, but very striking. He holds his hand up before his face, admiring the ring, and the stones sparkle vibrantly as he angles it this way and that to catch what light there is in the dimly lit room.

"It's an eternity ring." I explain, "It means we will be together for all eternity. I meant to give it to you for our anniversary, but I was already giving you the yacht as an anniversary/birthday present, not that you couldn't have had the both of course, but I thought I would save the ring for Christmas. Then Duo came up with the secret Santa idea, and I unless I picked your name, I wouldn't be able to give it to you. Even if I did pick you the price limit would have had me scuppered right there. So I decided that whoever I picked, and I'm not saying I did nor I didn't pick you," I add quickly, "I would give it to you anyway, even though we agreed we wouldn't, so here it is." I realise that I am babbling, but I am just so glad that he likes it, and I can tellthat he does, even though he has not said very much. I can just 'feel' it.

"Thank-you so much my love," He says, taking me in his arms and holding me tightly against his firm body. "It's absolutely beautiful." He looks down at me with eyes filled with warmth and love, and brushes his lips lightly against mine.

"I'm so glad you like it." I tell him (not to mention relieved, but I don't add that bit). You see, Trowa is not much of a one for jewellery, which is why the only pieces that I have ever bought for him (and the only ones he ever wears) are his engagement ring, his wedding ring and now this. I have bought him watches in the past, but only very simple ones, functional rather than decorative. "Let's go to bed now." I take his hand and lead him to the dressing room. We disrobe and re-emerge dressed only in matching satin dressing-gowns, which we discard at t he foot of the bed before sliding beneath the sheets. As I clamber into bed, I catch sight of something on my nightstand. On closer inspection I see that it is a small, wrapped package, and I immediately realise that Trowa is guilty of the same transgression as I am. I pick up the package and look around at him with a wry smile. "Trowa, we agreed."

"Weeell…" He says, and has the grace to look sheepish.

"What is it?" I ask just as unnecessarily as he had, and I eagerly unwrap the package. The box inside is small and flat, around 4"x 4" square. I raise the lid…, and gasp involuntarily. Inside are a gold tie-pin and a matching pair of cufflinks. The motif is in a shape of a shield with a beautifully designed and elegantly calligraphed monogram engraved on it. It does not end there, however. The engraved monogram has been picked out in tiny, sparking stones of an unusual, deep aquamarine hue. The stones sparkle as brilliantly as diamonds, but as I say, they are blue in colour. They are extremely small, and it is quite obvious that the craftsmen who cut and set the stones must possess considerable skill. The set is unbelievably beautiful. I look round at Trowa, speechless in my joy.

"The stones are blue diamonds," He says, "I chose them because they match your eyes. They are extremely rare and difficulty to find. I had the same idea as you and they were supposed to have been for our anniversary, but the jeweller couldn't find enough matching stones to complete the set until now, so it became a Christmas present. I hope you like them."

"Like them?" I throw my arms around his neck. "I love them. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you." I say effusively, kissing him between each 'thank-you." I release him, take up the box again and look closely at the design on the shields. 'It's a 'Q' and a 'T'!" I exclaim. The monogram was indeed formed from the letters 'Q' and 'T', elegantly and intricately intertwined with each other.

"It was meant to represent 'Quatre and Trowa', our hearts entwined with each other." Trowa tells me. "The shield was originally designed as a heart, with the 'QT' monogram engraved on it, but I realised that it might look a little odd in meetings and things if you wore them to work, so I substituted the heart for a shield to make it look more business-like. This way it will look just like an ordinary coat of arms or something."

"A coat of arms," I agree, "But definitely not ordinary. I like your heart idea better though." I admit. "I wouldn't have minded wearing it."

"I know you wouldn't darling." He replies, "But we don't want to give any excuse for people not to take you seriously. Now let's get some sleep, it's been a long day and it's very late." He lies down and pulls me gently down with him and I comply, although sleep is the last thing on my mind.

He lays on his back and I on my side beside him, looking down at him, my head resting on my hand, which is in turn propped up by my elbow. The lamps on both of our nightstands are still lit, and in the glow of the lamplight he looks as though he has been sculpted from the smoothest marble. As I look at his perfectly proportioned facial features I am overwhelmed with feelings of love and complete adoration for him, my husband, my lord, my life. I would do anything, give anything for this man, anything at all.

I trace a line across his brow, down the side of his face and along the outline of his jaw with the tip of my finger, then follow it with a line of tiny kisses. I continue kissing my way down the length of his throat, and he aids and encourages me by raising his chin and exposing the whole of the porcelain-smooth area to my eager lips. I move further down the mattress and pull the sheet from his body, so that the whole of his magnificence is exposed to my rapt gaze. As my eyes roam across the skin of his torso, golden in the lamplight, the darker aureoles of his nipples seem to wink at me, and I lower my head and graze one of them lightly with the tip of my tongue. The sharp intake of breath that this draws from my Trowa excites and encourages me, and I repeat the action. He draws a sharp breath again, and this time he arches his back off the bed, as if chasing my retreating tongue. I dip my head once more and draw the hardening little bud into my mouth, sucking at it and nipping lightly at it with my teeth, laving it with my tongue. I hear Trowa moan lustfully and he threads his fingers through my hair, as if to hold me in position. I leave him wanting for the time being however, release the tortured nipple and move up the mattress again. Wrapping my arms and legs around his body, I clasp him firmly to me and claim his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He immediately opens unto me, and my tongue dips deeply into the honeypot that is his mouth, tasting freely of the sweetness therein. Trowa in turn entwines his legs with mine, crushing our lower bodies together so that our rapidly hardening organs are locked together between our bodies. I break the kiss only long enough to draw a quick, ragged breath, and then I am upon him again, hard and passionate. As we kiss I work my hand between our bodies and take hold of his erection. I break the kiss, disengage myself from his embrace, turn myself about on the bed and lay down again, my head level with his groin and his with mine. This way we can give pleasure to each other simultaneously.

He begins by taking my sex in his hand, lifts it aside and caresses my heavy sac with his tongue. This draws a gasp of pleasure from me, and I lie with my head against his thigh, his sex in my hand, pumping slowly up and down, content to relish his caresses for a moment or two. Then I swivel my gaze to the thick rod of flesh in my hand, focussing on the swollen tip and the clear bead of gel oozing from its tiny slit. Almost of its own accord, my tongue darts out to receive it, more sweet honeydew from my precious honeypot. I then take the tip into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it to moisten it all over, before releasing it into the cool air of the room. I then cool it even further by blowing lightly across the mushroom-shaped head. I hear a groan from below, and I smile to myself. I then take his whole beautiful organ into my mouth, as far as it will go. Regrettably, I am not able to take him down completely, but I do my best. I suck hard on him, trying to give him as much pleasure as I am receiving from him. I am being sent to heaven by his attentions, even as I am attempting to do the same for him. He began by caressing my sac with his tongue, then he took the entire thing into his mouth, sucking hard until I whimpered with pleasure. He then turned his attention to my own shaft, alternately taking it into his mouth and sucking, then pumping hard with his fist.

While all of this is very pleasant, coming this way is not my intention. With Trowa's firm shaft still in my mouth, I shift my position slightly, so that instead of lying beside him, I am kneeling on all fours above him. I am still able to suck on his lovely cock, but Trowa now has a different task to perform. He takes his cue immediately, releasing my engorged penis and seizing the globes of my ass, which are now presented before him in all their naked glory. He gently kneads them one in each hand, then easing them apart, he runs his tongue along the cleft, pausing to probe the tiny pucker of my entrance with the tip. This he does several times, eliciting moans of pleasure from me, even as I continue to lick and suck at his erection. He then moistens a long, slender finger and pushes it slowly into me. I stifle a small cry, not from pain, but rather than have Trowa think that it is, I suppress it. He inserts and withdraws the digit a few times, then adds another, gently easing and stretching the tight orifice. He adds a third finger, working slowly and carefully to prepare me, and when I deem myself ready, I release his throbbing shaft and turn myself about on the bed once more.

Trowa smiles up at me as I reach for the tube of lubricant that I know to be under the pillow (we keep a tube under each pillow for convenience). Trowa lays outstretched on the bed, and I settle myself astride his legs, gazing down on his prostrate perfection. I flip the cap, squeeze the tube and apply a liberal coating of the slippery gel to Trowa's cock. I then raise myself slightly, position him at my entrance and then lower myself gently onto him. The only cries to be heard this time are cries of sheer pleasure, the pleasure of being filled to capacity by my love. I gyrate my hips in a circular motion a few times, just to accommodate myself to his girth, then I proceed to ride him, raising and lowering myself upon him. He aids me by raising and lowering his hips in synch with my motion, the springiness of the mattress also helping in this respect. I ride my magnificent stallion proudly, his thick, rigid member slipping in and out of my body with ease, and I watch as he writhes in ecstasy beneath me, and listen as I hear my name mingled with the heavy, ragged breaths emanating from him

After a while he stills my motion with a hand on each of my thighs. Still buried deep within me, he raises his upper body and gently lowers mine to the mattress. Our positions are now reversed, me lying on the mattress and he above me, looking down at me with eyes that shine with love. He is on his haunches before me now, knees slightly parted, and my legs are spread wide, my thighs resting on his. He now takes control of things, and I know that he will soon bring me to the climax that I already feel fast approaching. He hooks his hands under my knees, brings them up to my chest and then begins thrusting into me, gently at first, then harder and harder, until I begin to whimper with pleasure. I close my eyes and see nothing but stars, a galaxy of stars swirling around in the nebula that is my befuddled brain at this juncture.

"Oh god Trowa, harder, please, harder!" I cry, and he hears me and obeys. He lowers his head to mine and catches my lips in a searing kiss, momentarily silencing my entreaties. As he pounds into my body, a thin film of sweat breaks out on his back. I run my fingers through this by-product of his labours and I chant his name again and again as I spiral upward towards Nirvana. Finally, he reaches down, seizes hold of my erection and pumps at it, squeezing and pummelling at it mercilessly, until it finally erupts, thick, hot gouts of come spilling forth, liberally coating both his body and mine, and I scream his name as my passion reaches its zenith. At the same time I feel him shudder above me as he releases the warm jets of his own climax into my receptive body.

I think I must have either blacked out or fallen asleep for a short while, because after having felt Trowa's climax, the next thing I am aware of is of lying in bed beneath the bedclothes with Trowa lying beside me, smoothing my damp hair back from my forehead. I blink owlishly at him as I attempt to focus my hazy vision.

"Trowa, what happened?" I ask weakly, my mind in complete confusion and my brain evidently still disengaged.

"Nothing angel," He replies, "You're just very tired and you should get some sleep." I reach for him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head in his chest, listening for the comforting heartbeat that will lull me to sleep.

"I love you so much Trowa." I murmur sleepily.

"Merry Christmas darling." He replies, and that is the last thing I hear before sleep knits up this particular 'ravelled sleeve'.