see!! here it is!!! part two!!!!!
Quatre watched with wide, blue eyes as Trowa walked up to the diving board
in graceful stides of a nobleman. His dark blue swim trunks were slung low
on his lean hips. The muscles of his leonine body rippled as he bounced on
the diving board. His swandive was flawless. He let the cool water of the
deep rush over him, removing the tightness and heat from his body. He
plunged ever downward until, at the last second before collision with the
bottom, he jerked in a sharp arc and swam all the way underwater to the
steps in the shallow end.
Trowa came up with a splash and stood, motioning for Quatre to come to him.
Delicately, he entered the cold, 3ft. water that barely came up to trowa's
hips and his stocmach. He stood just below Trowa's shoulder. Trowa
wrapped him in his arms, gently rubbing his chilled flesh. Having lived
int he colonies, Quatre had had little experience with the uncontrolled
temperatures of Earth.
Once Quatre adjusted to the cold water, Trowa took his deadened hands in
his. "Ready?" he nodded and he pulled him gently, so that he floated belly
down. "Kick your feet." The two began their daily ritual. It was part
therapy and play, for both of them. For Quatre, it was getting him out of
the sun to get some color back in those pale cheeks, learning how to swim,
and strengthening his muscles. For Trowa, it was exercising and
strengthening his heart; not physically, but emotionally. His heart, and
indeed his soul, was emotionally crippled. But interacting on a very
personal basis with sweet, innocent little Quatre was an exercise of sorts.
Therapy for the soul. Learning how to love and live.
After a few laps of this in the shallow end, Trowa held Quatre around the
waist, supporting him. They had done this so many times together, they
were in tune with eachother. The events never changed from day to day; it
was always the same. Trowa waited for Quatre to take a deep breath and he
put him under the water. He held him there a few minutes then pulled him
up into his arms.
Quatre lay his head on his shoulder, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling
of sweet, fresh air in his lungs. Eventhough he was used to this by now;
he no longer panicked, at least, he still didn't like it. It had helped
him in his endurance, and now he could hold his breath for 3 minutes,
whereas in the beginning, he could only hold it for 60 seconds. The only
good thing about this part of their routine was that Trowa cuddled with
him, allowing him to rest and catch his breath. He snuggled closer,
enjoying the feel of their bare, wet skin gliding against eachother.
Trowa froze when he felt the warm, wet friction caused by Quatre's
movement. In his naivete, Quatre had made Trowa more solid that a rock
more times than the most coy and flirtatious of lovers ever had. But
instead of just down there reacting to that petite, golden body, his heart
reacted too. It did funny little flip flops and tried to fly out of his
body. It was...unusual. He'd never felt this way about anyone. Then
again, he'd never had anyone as innocent as Quatre. That's the lie he told
himself; he was only reacting this strongly because Quatre was still so
pure. He'd never been tainted, so Trowa would be the first to spoil him.
That's all it was. The chance to claim the first victory.