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[ category: best het ] Title: Studies in
Trowa-ology Studies in Trowa-ology "Trowa, what are you doing here?" Hilde muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. She placed her hands on her hips and attempted to glare at him while he just raised an eyebrow in return. "I thought you might like to go out for a picnic," he said simply, leaning against the doorframe. "At one-thirty in the morning," Hilde said grouchily, holding back a yawn. "Trowa, I know you can get by on only four hours sleep a night, but the rest of us need a little more, honey." "I brought chocolate ice cream," he said, choosing to ignore her last comment. Hilde bit her lip and frowned. Damn him! Why did she have to let him know about her weakness for chocolate? "Did you bring sprinkles too?" she asked cautiously. "And chocolate syrup to top it all off," he told her, sending one of those tiny Mona Lisa smiles her way. Well, that about sealed her fate. She could never turn down an offering of chocolate, but coupled with a smile that made her weak at the knees... "All right, just let me get dressed in something more appropriate," she said, motioning for him to come inside. "Just make yourself comfortable, I won't be a minute." When she re-emerged from her bedroom, she found him still propped up against the wall, his eyes closed and his expression serene. "You know, when I say make yourself comfortable, I mean just that," she said wryly. "Something wrong with my couch?" He shrugged in response. "I'm comfortable enough as I am." "Oh yeah? Well I could think of a way to make you even more comfortable," Hilde told him with a slight smirk, stepping up close to him and snaking her arms around his slender waist. She leaned up on her tiptoes, but still found herself short of her intended target. "A little help here?" Trowa smirked down at her, but obliged Hilde, lowering his head a little so that she could reach him. "Why'd you have to be so damn tall anyway?" she murmured against his lips. "Why'd you have to be so damn short?" he countered, moving in that last little distance and capturing her mouth with his. Hilde sighed into the kiss, letting her hand slide up his neck and into the soft hair at the back of his head. Unfortunately, the kiss was all too brief and Hilde growled in disappointment when he pulled away. "Why do you always do that?" she huffed. "Give me kisses that make me want to melt and then move away?" "Always leave them begging for more, I think the phrase is," Trowa teased, giving her a light peck on the nose before taking her hand and leading her to the door. "Besides, I don't know how much longer the ice cream will last before it starts to melt. I know you'd hate to waste the chocolate." "Well what are we waiting for?" Hilde asked cheerfully, dragging him out of the apartment, quickly locking the door before pulling him down to the parking lot where he'd left his car. "Do I get to have a little sampler now?" she pleaded. "Not yet," Trowa told her, opening the passenger door for her and then making his way round to the driver's side. "You need to learn patience." "Patience my ass," Hilde grumbled, buckling her seatbelt. "You're going to be the death of me one day, you know that? It'll be right there on the autopsy report: 'Cause of death: Trowa Barton.' I should give you a taste of your own medicine and just torment you right back. I'll think of something, just you wait." She paused for a moment before adding, "Are you even listening to me?" "Mm-hmm," he replied, sounding rather vague, never once taking his eyes off the road ahead of him. "You can hear meee, but you're not listening to what I'm sayyy-iiing," Hilde announced in a singsong voice. "Hnn," was Trowa's only response. Hilde sighed. "Where are we going anyway?" "You'll see," he told her. Hilde lasted about another five more minutes before launching into yet another rant. "You wake me up at some ungodly hour to drag me out to who knows where on a picnic, yet you won't even talk to me?" "I *am* talking to you," Trowa murmured. "Trowa, dear, an ordinary conversation involves one person saying something and then the other person responding to them. Not one person talking while the other just grunts in reply." "I don't grunt," Trowa said indignantly. "Yes you do!" Hilde insisted. "With you it's all 'hnn' and 'hmm'. Lucky for me, I've gotten pretty good at translating them." "What do you mean by that?" Trowa asked, glancing at her briefly before looking back to the road. "What I mean is that you usually have a grunt for every occasion," Hilde elaborated. "For example, there's the classic, 'leave me alone hnn'. Then there's the 'I'm not listening to you, just pretending to hnn'. Sometimes you use the 'I can't think of anything witty or intelligent to say so I'll just say hnn,' but that one's pretty rare." Trowa stared at her, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I think you need a new hobby," he told her. "And then there's my personal favourite, the 'Oh God, Hilde, keep touching me right *there* hnn'," she said, thoroughly enjoying the blush that spread over his face upon hearing that last one. "But that one's a more drawn-out 'hnn' . Almost a moan really when you think about it." "Are you *trying* to drive me insane?" Trowa asked, shifting slightly in his seat. Hilde noticed this and her smile grew even wickeder. "Oh, that would be my other hobby," she teased, resting a hand lightly on his thigh and squeezing. "I have lots of hobbies when it comes to you." "Such as?" Trowa asked, trying to squirm away from her without taking his foot off the gas. "Wouldn't you like to know," Hilde whispered, moving closer and pressing a small kiss to the side of his neck. "I should write it up in a paper someday; 'Studies in Trowa-ology.'" "If you ever published that as a paper, I think you'd cause quite the scandal," he said dryly. "You're right. It's more of an erotic fiction kind of thing anyway." "Hilde, don't seduce me while I'm driving," Trowa warned. "You love it really," Hilde smirked, giving his thigh another squeeze before sitting back in her own seat. However much she enjoyed teasing Trowa and touching him in general, she had no desire to have him accidentally drive them off a cliff just because she couldn't keep her hands to herself. Huffing the hair out of her eyes, she leaned forward slightly and turned the radio on, fiddling about with the buttons and trying to find a decent station. "Hey, you changed the frequency," Trowa said, sounding a little annoyed. "Not everybody loves classical music," Hilde replied, rolling her eyes. " You need to listen to some *proper* stuff." "Like the headache music that you listen to?" Trowa asked archly. "It is not headache music!" Hilde protested. She had lost count of the times she and her boyfriend had had this argument. She'd also lost count of the times she had changed the frequency of his beloved classical radio to something that suited her tastes more. As the pounding beats began to pour out the stereo, Trowa just glanced over at Hilde and gave her a long-suffering sigh. "The things I do for you," he murmured, shaking his head in amusement. "What was that?" Hilde yelled, unable to hear him over the music. Trowa reached over and turned the sound down. "You'll go deaf by the time you're thirty," he told her, batting her hand away when she tried to turn the volume up again. "Jeez, are you my lover or my mother?" Hilde pouted. "Both it seems," Trowa told her, giving her a small smile before turning back to the road ahead. Some time later, he pulled up by a deserted beach and shut off the engine. He looked at Hilde who, dismayed by the lack of conversation had fallen back into a state of slumber. Trowa gently touched a finger to her cheek, tracing over the soft skin. "Hilde, wake up," he whispered. She didn't even stir. Trowa leaned in closer to her ear. "Hilde, we're here," he murmured. "Wake up." Still, he got no response. He shook his head in defeat before shouting out, "Hilde, the car's on fire!" *That* got a response out of her. "It's *what*?!" she shrieked, hey eyes shooting open and staring around wildly. "Oh, very funny," she said when she caught sight of Trowa's smirk. " I take it we're here?" "That's what I've been trying to tell you for the last five minutes," Trowa remarked calmly, getting out of the car. Hilde stuck her tongue out at him, but since he had his back to her, it didn't have much effect. Hilde unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, arching her back and stretching her muscles. "We're going moon bathing?" she asked with a grin when her gaze landed on the empty beach before them. "We're going for a picnic," Trowa reminded her, pulling a basket out of the back seat and taking her arm. "Come on." They walked along in companionable silence for a while before Hilde commented, "You know, it's kind of nice being on the beach when there's no one else around." "That's why I like it," Trowa replied vaguely. "That's my guy," Hilde teased, squeezing his arm. "Mr. Antisocial." Trowa just hmmph-ed in reply and Hilde grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Are we there yet?" "Almost," he said. "See that little cove over there?" Hilde looked to where he was pointing and grinned. "I'd yell at you for dragging me all the way out here just to eat chocolate with you, but since it' s so pretty and peaceful out here I suppose I'll let you off." Trowa just raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't say anything more as he led her to their destination. Once they got there, Hilde set about finding a comfortable spot, finally picking out a decent place to sit. Trowa dug out a couple of beach towels and spread them out. While his back was turned, Hilde took the opportunity to investigate the contents of the basket. "Trowa, you bought all my favourite food!" she squealed happily, pulling out two dishes before going straight for the tub of ice cream. She grabbed the nearest spoon and tore the lid off, scooping out a large dollop and guiding it to her lips. "You're the best," she told him through a mouthful of ice cream. "I brought dishes for a reason," he admonished, taking them from her. He practically had to wrestle the ice cream out of her arms, but once he set about scooping it into the dishes, Hilde turned her attention elsewhere. "Trowa, you're going to make me fat," she complained as she popped a couple of cherries into her mouth. "Hilde, you're not fat," he replied patiently, handing her one of the dishes. "In fact I'd even go so far as to say you have the figure of a stick, but you 'd only hit me if I did." "Damn right I would!" Hilde glowered. "Just be thankful that I'm surrounded by all this wonderful food. It takes the edge off my wanting to beat the crap out of you." "My girlfriend the Amazon," Trowa said, snickering. "Hey!" Hilde punched him on the arm. "I think we go well together: the Amazon and the Antisocial." She grinned and handed her spoon over to him. "Feed me?" she asked innocently. "Are you incapable of doing it yourself?" he asked. "Nah, I just like it better when you do it," Hilde replied. "Nooobody does it betterrr..." "Okay, okay, just stop singing!" Trowa said hurriedly, shifting closer and taking the spoon from her. "Are you saying I can't sing?" Hilde said accusingly. "Yes," Trowa replied flatly, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth before she could respond. Hilde glared at him before closing her eyes to better savour the taste in her mouth. "Mmm, that was nice. Cherry now please?" Trowa rolled his eyes, but obediently reached for a cherry, holding it to her mouth and biting his lower lip when she teasingly nibbled at his fingers. Noticing his reaction, Hilde grinned up at him and then accepted his offering, chewing thoughtfully. "More ice cream, please?" she requested, licking her lips. "What am I, your slave?" asked Trowa, trying to sound as though he was pissed off. "Yep," Hilde said happily. "Don't forget, I'm the Amazon woman and you' re my handsome male slave," she added with a giggle. "Isn't it a little early for us to start role playing yet?" Trowa commented idly as he guided another spoonful to her mouth. "Don't tell me you're bored of me already." "Nope, I just like the thought of you being my slave," Hilde said, her voice slightly muffled since she was speaking round the spoon. She jumped when some of the ice cream trickled down her chin. "Let me get that," Trowa murmured, lowering his head and lapping at her skin, cleaning away the ice cream before kissing his way up to her mouth. Hilde moaned at the feel of his soft lips crushed against hers, the fingers of his free hand gently stroking the small of her back. She sighed in frustration when he pulled away, but forgave him when he began feeding her again. "Aren't you hungry?" she asked after she'd finished her bowl. Trowa shook his head and reached for the other bowl. "I just enjoy watching you stuff your face," he said mildly, mock-glaring at Hilde when she thwapped him on the back of the head. "You know most boyfriends shower their ladies with compliments," Hilde announced. "You just insult me. I don't know why I put up with you." "Hmm, I've got a pretty good idea of why you put up with me," Trowa said, raising one eyebrow. "Oh yeah, that," said Hilde, trying not to blush. "It's your only saving grace, trust me." "Only the one?" Trowa asked sounding hurt. "Well, you do have more going for you than the fact that you're good in the sack," Hilde told him, snuggling closer to him. "And what would that be?" Trowa queried, snaking an arm around her shoulders and resting his chin on the top of her head. "Fishing for compliments, are we? Well, I don't mind since I do like to talk about you." "You like to talk in general, Hilde." "You won't get those compliments if you keep being mean to me." "You're right, I'm sorry. Have another cherry." "Mmm, that's more like it." Hilde chewed thoughtfully for a moment before speaking again. "Well, I like the fact that you're so bendy." "Bendy?" Trowa echoed, trying to hold back a laugh. "Bendy, flexible, whatever the Hell you want to call it," Hilde said with a glare. "I like watching you on those trapezes at the circus...especially when you don't wear a shirt." "So you like to ogle my body," Trowa said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Any other reasons why you like me?" "I like it when you let me pet the lions when you don't like anyone else touching them," Hilde added. "And you let me name that cute little lion cub too. That was nice of you." "It *was* nice of me, but couldn't you have named it something better than Bull's Eye?" "What's wrong with Bull's Eye?" Hilde asked irritably. "I thought it was very original. *Anyway*, reasons why I love Trowa continued...Oh yeah, I like it when you bring me chocolate like this even though it makes me fat." "Hilde..." Trowa began warningly, but she just brushed him off. "Hush, boy, I'm talking about you. Um, I like the fact that you always stand up for me and take care of me like the mother I never had. I like it when I hear you singing along to some of my music and the way you blush and deny it whenever I catch you in the act." "I do not like your music." "Sure you don't. So why do you sing along to it?" "Just because I sing along to it doesn't necessarily mean I like it." "Just keep telling yourself that." "Hnn." "See, there you go again! But that was more of an 'I'm in denial' hnn." "Whatever you say, Hilde." "Just nod and smile to at least look like you agree with me." Trowa just glared and shoved another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. "Ack! Trowa, you spilled that on purpose!" Hilde said accusingly, trying to brush the ice cream off of her blouse. "I bet it'll stain too." She unbuttoned her blouse, holding back a smile at the way he perked up in response to a glimpse of bare skin. "See something you like?" she asked teasingly. His only response was to pull her close, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Hilde rubbed against him, drawing a moan from his throat before deciding that it was time to show him who could really be the tease in this relationship. Placing her hands on either side of his head, she pushed him away, grinning at the confused expression on his face. "I think someone needs to cool down," she whispered, leaning up to gently nip at his earlobe, her smile widening when he shuddered in response. She pressed one small kiss to his cheek before jumping to her feet and shrugging out of her blouse. "Come on, I'll race you to the water!" she said, climbing out of their little cove and looking back at him. He was still sitting in the same spot looking slightly dazed and Hilde blew him a kiss. "You're not going to win any races by sitting on your ass all day," she told him. "On your feet, soldier!" When he still showed no signs of responding to her challenge, Hilde grinned devilishly and turned her back on him, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Once she got it undone, she pulled it off and aimed it at him like a slingshot, laughing hysterically when it hit him in the face. "Oh, so you're going to fight dirty, are you?" he asked, finally rising to his feet and stripping off his shirt and letting it fall carelessly to the ground. "Well I'll give you a head start. If I catch you before you can get to the water, you have to do whatever I tell you to for the rest of the night." "And what do I get if you don't?" Hilde asked breathlessly. "I have to do whatever you tell me to do," Trowa replied with a small smile. "A slave for the night, huh? I think I might have to take you up on that," Hilde said with a grin. "All right, lover boy, catch me if you can!" And with that, she set off in a sprint, laughing all the way. 'Yes, just you try and catch me, Trowa,' she thought to herself as she ran. But even if she didn't win this little bet of theirs, something told her that whoever came out top, there would be fun involved for both parties. 'I don't think there'll be any complaints no matter who wins. But I still wouldn't mind having a slave to bow to my every wish for a few hours...' End. |