Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Realization ❯ Chapter 1: Trowa's Surprise ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SilverLemnear 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 914 | Visits: 405 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 914 | Visits: 405 | Status: Completed
Chapter 1: Trowa's Surprise
I don't know when I noticed it, but my love for Quatre had grown strong, more than I thought it could. The young Arabian won my heart with one glance of his deep Prussian blue eyes. His soft blonde hair beckoned me to feel it, to stroke my hands through it. His innocent face, much like that of an angel, made me real warm and safe, like he was a savior of my soul. But, the only problem was........did he feel the same for me.
As I returned to the base one day, I noticed him in the kitchen through a small window, cooking a huge feast for the rest of the Gundam pilots. I only watched with awe. His slender figure hidden within his baggy white shirt and kaki pants teased me with curiosity. His hands busily worked with the roast, tenderizing it and setting it in the pan.
"Trowa-san! Welcome home!" he said with a cheerful smile upon his face.
I jerked slightly.
"He noticed I was here...." I thought. I raised my hand slightly to wave to the cheery Arabian.
"Won't you come and help me?" he asked with an inquiring look.
Hesitantly, I walked into the kitchen, stopping at the table.
"......What do you need help on?" I asked, trying to avoid eye contact. "I'm not that great of a cook...."
"No worries Trowa-san!" ^.^ Quatre happily spouted. He garbed my hand and dragged me to the counter.
"His hand.......it's so soft......" I said to myself. I suddenly felt weak in his grasp. Then, his hand slipped from mine, I sighed with disapproval.
"Watch me, and learn" with those words, he shifted behind me and placed his hands on mine again, moving them towards a head of lettuce. He aided my hands in chopping it up and placing it in a salad bowl. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
My hair shaded the blush that had tinted my face and I nodded slowly. He smiled with a wink and moved over to the stove, continuing to work on the roast. Hours passed with me talking rarely with fear of my voice cracking in a response. Quatre was such a great cook; I love his food more than that of the fine chefs at the restaurants he takes us to on special occasions. Some people might think that I love it only because I would do anything to make him happy, but in truth, I think I love it because it was made by him, his hands, his kind intentions, plus it tasted good.
That night, the other pilots, Quatre, and I sat at the table to dine on the lovely dinner Quatre had prepared. I eagerly ate my portion. After our meal, I headed to the shower room, for I had had a hard day of working at the circus (those lions are so rough at times!) and I needed a shower badly. As I took my clothing off, I stared at a mirror. A confused face stared back at me, like that of a kitten that had been scolded.
"Why would Quatre want such a pitiful excuse for a male figure...." I ranted to myself. "I'm no good for such a perfect person, such as Quatre..." I sighed and entered the bathing room. Not long after I had sat down, I heard a noise near the entrance. I shrugged, thinking not much of it; the water felt too good and subsided my thoughts. The hot, steamy, water was so relaxing on my skin, but soon, aside the water; I felt another presence behind me. I glanced down slightly and I noticed a pair of familiar hands, caressing my sides.
"Q...Quatre!?" I shouted as his hand's goal became apparent.
"Yes Trowa-san?" he giggled with a smile across his face.
"W..What do you.......think you are doing!?" I stammered with a slight trace of pleading. He ignored my question and traveled his hands down, fondling my sex. A part of me begged that he stop what he was doing, the other cried for this action to continue. I lifted my head slightly and stared in a near by mirror. The look on Quatre's face was rather exciting to me. He seemed to be enjoying this! Out of all the pilots, he came to me, Trowa Barton. What was it he saw that made his lust for me just as great as mine for him? I didn't care, I allowed the angel-faced pilot to do as he pleased. My body longed for his touch, in all honesty, needed it. His hands played my body like an instrument, as if I were his violin, and he the violinist (sappy as it is, the feeling was extraordinary. Oh god..Quatre..). Soft moans of desire flowed from my mouth, from the depths of my soul. These feelings were so new and arousing to me, which made me think if Quatre himself had ever felt them before.
"Q..Quatre....why me?" I managed to speak under the intense sensation that was rocking my entire world. He lifted his charming face and stared at me (those eyes, those heavenly eyes...).
"Trowa-san.....you always seem so sad..I don't want to see you that way anymore, is that understood?"
"a..h....yes...Quatre" surprised by his reply, I must have had a dumbfounded look upon my face, for Quatre had only giggled and lowered his head again. My moaning resumed.
I don't know when I noticed it, but my love for Quatre had grown strong, more than I thought it could. The young Arabian won my heart with one glance of his deep Prussian blue eyes. His soft blonde hair beckoned me to feel it, to stroke my hands through it. His innocent face, much like that of an angel, made me real warm and safe, like he was a savior of my soul. But, the only problem was........did he feel the same for me.
As I returned to the base one day, I noticed him in the kitchen through a small window, cooking a huge feast for the rest of the Gundam pilots. I only watched with awe. His slender figure hidden within his baggy white shirt and kaki pants teased me with curiosity. His hands busily worked with the roast, tenderizing it and setting it in the pan.
"Trowa-san! Welcome home!" he said with a cheerful smile upon his face.
I jerked slightly.
"He noticed I was here...." I thought. I raised my hand slightly to wave to the cheery Arabian.
"Won't you come and help me?" he asked with an inquiring look.
Hesitantly, I walked into the kitchen, stopping at the table.
"......What do you need help on?" I asked, trying to avoid eye contact. "I'm not that great of a cook...."
"No worries Trowa-san!" ^.^ Quatre happily spouted. He garbed my hand and dragged me to the counter.
"His hand.......it's so soft......" I said to myself. I suddenly felt weak in his grasp. Then, his hand slipped from mine, I sighed with disapproval.
"Watch me, and learn" with those words, he shifted behind me and placed his hands on mine again, moving them towards a head of lettuce. He aided my hands in chopping it up and placing it in a salad bowl. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
My hair shaded the blush that had tinted my face and I nodded slowly. He smiled with a wink and moved over to the stove, continuing to work on the roast. Hours passed with me talking rarely with fear of my voice cracking in a response. Quatre was such a great cook; I love his food more than that of the fine chefs at the restaurants he takes us to on special occasions. Some people might think that I love it only because I would do anything to make him happy, but in truth, I think I love it because it was made by him, his hands, his kind intentions, plus it tasted good.
That night, the other pilots, Quatre, and I sat at the table to dine on the lovely dinner Quatre had prepared. I eagerly ate my portion. After our meal, I headed to the shower room, for I had had a hard day of working at the circus (those lions are so rough at times!) and I needed a shower badly. As I took my clothing off, I stared at a mirror. A confused face stared back at me, like that of a kitten that had been scolded.
"Why would Quatre want such a pitiful excuse for a male figure...." I ranted to myself. "I'm no good for such a perfect person, such as Quatre..." I sighed and entered the bathing room. Not long after I had sat down, I heard a noise near the entrance. I shrugged, thinking not much of it; the water felt too good and subsided my thoughts. The hot, steamy, water was so relaxing on my skin, but soon, aside the water; I felt another presence behind me. I glanced down slightly and I noticed a pair of familiar hands, caressing my sides.
"Q...Quatre!?" I shouted as his hand's goal became apparent.
"Yes Trowa-san?" he giggled with a smile across his face.
"W..What do you.......think you are doing!?" I stammered with a slight trace of pleading. He ignored my question and traveled his hands down, fondling my sex. A part of me begged that he stop what he was doing, the other cried for this action to continue. I lifted my head slightly and stared in a near by mirror. The look on Quatre's face was rather exciting to me. He seemed to be enjoying this! Out of all the pilots, he came to me, Trowa Barton. What was it he saw that made his lust for me just as great as mine for him? I didn't care, I allowed the angel-faced pilot to do as he pleased. My body longed for his touch, in all honesty, needed it. His hands played my body like an instrument, as if I were his violin, and he the violinist (sappy as it is, the feeling was extraordinary. Oh god..Quatre..). Soft moans of desire flowed from my mouth, from the depths of my soul. These feelings were so new and arousing to me, which made me think if Quatre himself had ever felt them before.
"Q..Quatre....why me?" I managed to speak under the intense sensation that was rocking my entire world. He lifted his charming face and stared at me (those eyes, those heavenly eyes...).
"Trowa-san.....you always seem so sad..I don't want to see you that way anymore, is that understood?"
"a..h....yes...Quatre" surprised by his reply, I must have had a dumbfounded look upon my face, for Quatre had only giggled and lowered his head again. My moaning resumed.