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FIC: Sticky Trials [Gundam Wing, Trowa x Quatre]
Title: Sticky Trials
Author: Omnicat
Unofficially Adapted From: Masashi Ikeda & co’s Gundam Wing, including side stories.
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: All of the above, though nothing specific.
Warnings: Innuendo, dialogue only.
Characters & Pairings: Trowa x Quatre, mention of Iria.
Summary: Superglue, shirtless boys, and the only doctor around is a relative. Oh dear.
Author’s Note: Enjoy!
Sticky Trials
“The doctor is your sister.”
“Exactly. Do you know what that does to doctor-patient confidentiality, Trowa?”
“Nothing. But even so, one look from her dear little Quatre’s big blue puppy-dog eyes and she’d bury a body for you.”
“Look, I know I’m sounding like a prude, but... How are we even going to explain what happened?”
“Start by explaining it to me. Why would you grope me with a hand full of wet glue?”
“You groped me first, I just retaliated. There’s a puddle of it on the table and I was leaning on it with my hand without noticing, I was so distracted by you not wearing a shirt... There, see?”
“Aha.”
“How did it get there?”
“Well, we’re in a desert and you are wearing a shirt. Unlike you, I have had to do all the brain work myself.”
“As flattered as I am to know I distract you as much as you do me, Trowa, it only serves to aggravate our predicament.”
“Just let me do the talking if you don’t want to lie to your family.”
“I would love to lie to her, but what other explanation is there for my hand ending up here?”
“At least your hand went up, not down into my pants.”
“So the bright side of all this is that I get to keep my hand and will not be castrated in retaliation?”
“Actually the bright side is that you won’t have to wait months for another try, but yeah, that too.”
PSAN: Hope you liked it.
Author: Omnicat
Unofficially Adapted From: Masashi Ikeda & co’s Gundam Wing, including side stories.
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: All of the above, though nothing specific.
Warnings: Innuendo, dialogue only.
Characters & Pairings: Trowa x Quatre, mention of Iria.
Summary: Superglue, shirtless boys, and the only doctor around is a relative. Oh dear.
Author’s Note: Enjoy!
Sticky Trials
“The doctor is your sister.”
“Exactly. Do you know what that does to doctor-patient confidentiality, Trowa?”
“Nothing. But even so, one look from her dear little Quatre’s big blue puppy-dog eyes and she’d bury a body for you.”
“Look, I know I’m sounding like a prude, but... How are we even going to explain what happened?”
“Start by explaining it to me. Why would you grope me with a hand full of wet glue?”
“You groped me first, I just retaliated. There’s a puddle of it on the table and I was leaning on it with my hand without noticing, I was so distracted by you not wearing a shirt... There, see?”
“Aha.”
“How did it get there?”
“Well, we’re in a desert and you are wearing a shirt. Unlike you, I have had to do all the brain work myself.”
“As flattered as I am to know I distract you as much as you do me, Trowa, it only serves to aggravate our predicament.”
“Just let me do the talking if you don’t want to lie to your family.”
“I would love to lie to her, but what other explanation is there for my hand ending up here?”
“At least your hand went up, not down into my pants.”
“So the bright side of all this is that I get to keep my hand and will not be castrated in retaliation?”
“Actually the bright side is that you won’t have to wait months for another try, but yeah, that too.”
PSAN: Hope you liked it.
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Are you over your writer's block now, then?
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This is an older fic, actually, that I only now remembered to crosspost from LJ. The NEXT fic I post - which should be any minute now - is brand new though! :D
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