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.