Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I can't ever get enough of you ❯ I can't ever get enough of you ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series. I do not own the song //I can't ever get enough of you// because it isn't mine It belongs to Darren Hayes and whoever wrote the lyrics etc. (Too lazy to go check *sweatdrops*)

Warnings: Mild lemon, sap, song fic

Pairings: 3x4

Rating: NC17

Author: Ryouga.

Authors note: //Indicates song lyrics// I also took out the last 3 verses because of repetition. ^^;;

Summary: Quatre realizes just how much he loves Trowa and reflects on no matter how much they are together that he can't get enough of his emerald eyed beauty.

Date: January 3rd 2004

Title: I can't ever get enough of you

I can't ever get enough of you 1/1

//Well I know that I have only ever held your hand

But just one touch is more than enough to understand

There's a master plan

And although I know I don't believe in destiny

Maybe it found me//

I smile at you as we lay here together on the couch holding hands. It's only the second time we've made love since we started seeing each other. We haven't said anything to anyone about going further. You were too shy to say anything and I was too. I guess they'll eventually find out and knowing Duo, he'll tease the living daylights out of us, but it's something that we have chosen not to talk about until we are both a little more comfortable with the subject.

I gaze up into your emerald green eyes and you smile at me, softly kissing the tip of my nose as you gently thrust into me. Just one touch and I know that there's a master plan designed for you and I. I find it amusing though, because I have said that I don't believe in destiny, but somehow I think it found me; and that destiny is you.

//Now my world is filled with so many things

but nothing compares to the touch of your skin

there's a symphony and a melody that plays

whenever you're around

I think I've been found//

My world is filled with so many things and so much going on around me; with Winner enterprises and the odd mission, but when I'm with you, the time we spend together and the touch of your soft, warm skin against mine is enough of a distraction for me to leave the worries and stress of life behind. Another thrust and I moan your name loudly, oddly enough remembering the first time you and I met. You returned to my home with me after our joint surrender and I felt there was something there, something special between us when we played that symphonic little duet.

We were so much in harmonious synch; the rhythm we shared flowed through us so smoothly, so naturally thatI knew that we had found kindred spirits within each other. My heart sank as you had left my humble abode and I wished so very hard that we could meet again; and we did. That symphony still echoes in my heart and soul every time you are near. I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it, because it reminds me of us

//I can see the sun

And I can feel the rain

I can hear the wind call your name

I can feel your love

But there's one thing I can't do

I can't ever get enough of you//

It seems that it was made possible in life for me to see the sun, feel the rain when it falls; even hear the wind as it whispers your name to me whenever we're apart on separate away missions. I can even feel the strength of your love in the depths of my heart. I thank it for that wonderful gift.

Although, there is one thing that I think life must have over looked when it so selflessly gave you to me, because it seems that I just can't seem to get enough of you, no matter what I do. The way you hold me, kiss my longing lips so tenderly, so lovingly, the way you caress my cheek and wipe away my tears when I am upset. All these things make me want to love you even more.

//Now I know that in the past I've been much too keen

But your eyes are the kindest that I've ever seen

I guess there are some things you just know

There's a voice inside telling me to hold on

And never let you go//

I have to admit our start was a little rocky at first. I came across as a little too eager to see you and it almost pushed you away, but we talked and we worked things out. Your eyes were, back then, and still now, the kindest I have ever seen. I guess there are some things that you know from the start, things that you just have this feeling about and I was right. You were worth backing off for.

There's a little voice I hear inside myself, telling me that I should hang onto you, keep you around forever, never to let you go and frankly my heart agrees. Some how I don't think you'd mind if I never let you go. Strange things to think about in the midst of lovemaking I know; but I can't help it. You make me feel so loved.

//There's a tune that plays

It's a sacred sound

It's a symphony I hear whenever you're around

Now my world is filled

With a whisper of love and a promise of tomorrow.//

Even now as I look into those scorching green orbs they strike a chord within my heart and I am once again reminded of our musical moment together, remembering the rapid beating of my heart as you played the flute, it was as if no one but you or I existed within that moment of time; and I am happy to say that my world abounds with whispers of love and promises of tomorrow.

Life's long journey will see us together throughout the years to come and I certainly don't want to change anything that has happened or that may happen along the way. Living is made up of hardships and trials, heartaches and joys, but love is a strength that can combat those enemies, just as we and our Gundams fought against the enemy and struggled through the tribulations of heartbreak and despair. We pulled through, we survived, and so will our love.

//I can see the sun

And I can feel the rain

I can hear the wind call your name

I can feel your love

But there's one thing I can't do

I can't ever get enough of you//

Even as the sun filters through the dark clouds on the rainiest of days and the wind blows tumultuously about, I can still hear it calling your name and no matter where you are, I know that the same wind that calls your name, will always bring you back to me. You take my hand, grasping it in yours and I can feel the strength of your love in my own heart; it warms me.

Empathy, I have realized through trial and error, and the strength of your love as it permeates through into my heart, can be a blessing or a curse; and control is the key, but it's so hard when we are lying here together, whether we are naked or clothed, it doesn't matter which, to keep my hands to myself and I wish that there could be more Trowa Bartons to love and hold close. Maybe a clone or two will do nicely. Then again... maybe not. I'd rather not have you enough than have too much of what isn't really you, because the original is always the best.

//When we make love I lose track of time

I can't count all the colors I see in your eyes

And while your heart beats in mine, it's true

I can't ever get enough of you//

The clock on the wall chimes and we both glance up together. It seems that time is nonexistent in our own little world of us, lying here, making love, not a care in the world. The light catches your eyes, it plays upon the emerald green reflecting your emotions, and I lose count of all the colors that flicker across the surface before you close them, reaching down to take my lips with your own. The clashing of bodies, passionately intertwined, yours thrusting into mine causes me to see stars as you connect with my sensitive spot and I cry out loudly as your hand, at the same time envelopes my hardened erection, which now longs to be freed from its encumbered state.

All power to make sense of anything has left my body and I am well beyond my limitations of control. I can sense the built up passion arise in your heart and soul as you near your peak but you hang on waiting for me to reach the summit first. Our hearts beat together, one in harmony with the other and I pull your hips down to meet mine one final time I can feel myself heading for completion, and you look into my eyes as we go over the edge together, crying out in ecstasy, the sensations running wildly through our empowered bodies. As we plummet back down to earth you gaze lovingly into my eyes, and I know then that it's true, Trowa Barton.

I can't ever get enough of you.

Owari