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Sweet Dreams, Trowa	By : greengal48 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Het - Male/Female Views: 1040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. Nor am I making money from publishing this! It’s purely for fun. I do, however, own Pramjeet Jafar and all the other original characters. Enough said.

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AN: This just came to me while I was writing Being Human. Pramjeet Jafar was in my other Gundam Wing fan fic Tempting Fate. I’ve made OCs for each of the GW boys but so far only Heero and Trowa has been published with one. Perhaps I will make a story for the rest of them. As always, don’t hold your breath. No need for you dieing on my account. Anyways, I now unveil …

Sweet Dreams, Trowa

“Catherine, can you do something for me?” Relena, framed by a vid-phone box, flashed her warmest smile and silently prayed that the brown haired beauty would reply with a favorable answer.

“Of course, Lena.” Catherine tilted her head questionably which made her purple star earring twinkle. “What can I do for you?”

The Prime Minister of Earth’s smile broadened, “I’ve heard through the grapevine that Trowa has been having nightmares again. He needs to rest. I’ve sent him home to you. Can you make sure he rests?”

Catherine blinked her big brown eyes in shock. Trowa had been having nightmares about his past off and on ever since the end of the war. He had insisted on returning to the Cinq Kingdom because of them. Slowly, all of his memories had returned. It didn’t mean the end of his nightmares. He had weathered them by himself, stating they were his to worry about.

“I don’t know what I can do, Lena, but I’ll try.” Catherine saw Relena paused as if not sure about what she wanted to say. Her hesitation made Catherine start to worry. “Lena?”

Regaining her smile, Relena asked in a highly calm manner, “Who’s Pramjeet?

“She’s a fellow circus worker,” she said confused. “She joined a couple of months before Trowa returned to you. They’re pretty good friends. Why?”

“Oh,” Relena shrugged, “Quatre believes she can help.” A mischievous smile spread over her lips, “Have you ever played matchmaker?”

~::*::~

Trowa sighed feeling a lot of tension leave him. He was home, back with the very people that made him feel … normal. Well, as normal as possible. He had always considered himself as two people. The first and foremost was his solider self. Years of training couldn’t be forgotten despite the deep freeze induced amnesia. The second was what he would call the silent performer. This side was his public mask. Only Quatre and Catherine had been able to see past it.

Warm hellos were called as he made his way towards Catherine’s trailer. His path took him through the animal’s cages. Rudy, the lion, who had replaced the original lion he had first met, was pacing in his cage. He caught Trowa’s attention with a threatening growl. Trowa headed for Rudy and stuck his hand into the cage. A few heart beats went by as man and beast sized each other up. Slowly, Rudy nudged Trowa’s hand before allowing him to scratch the choice spot behind the ear.

“Mysterious kid…”

Trowa turned to face Catherine while still scratching Rudy’s ear. “Hi, Sis.” Rudy pulled away as she hugged Trowa. He dropped the bag to return the hug. More tension left him. She had that affect on him. He had never understood the comfort of a big sister until he met Catherine. “I missed you, too.”

Catherine pushed out of his arms chatting excitedly. “I hope your hungry cause I’ve made a huge welcome home dinner! I know you’ve just returned but…”

He smiled warmly, “Don’t worry, Sis. I wouldn’t want to miss dinner.” Trowa followed her enjoying the one sided conversation when something caught his eye.

In the practice space set aside for the tumblers was a young woman balancing on her hands on top of a four foot wide pale blue ball. She had her feet resting on her head. The most focused look was on her pretty face. Pramjeet Jafar had been trying to balance on that ball weeks before Trowa had left. Gracefully, she moved one leg to hover in a bent L. The ball wobbled a bit but she regained control.

The new position put the willowy contours of her body in plain view. Pramjeet had chosen to wear a sports bra and some very short shorts. Her hair was pulled into a braid that was draping over her shoulder. Long, curvy legs now positioned so delicately in the air beckoned to be touched. He wondered just how flexible those luscious legs were and how wide he could make them spread. Blood began to rush to his groin.

“Trowa?”

Pramjeet’s head turned towards the voice. Catherine tugged on Trowa’s shirt. He didn’t take his eyes off Pramjeet. Instead he dropped his bag and rushed forward as she lost her balance. The ball rolled to her side making her flip onto her back before bouncing off the ball right into Trowa’s open arms. They crashed onto the ground with Pramjeet on top of him.

“Hi,” she giggled breathlessly. A rose tent was gaining strength in her cheeks. “I’m so sorry about that, Trowa.”

He became acutely aware of his hands. One was on her back between the shoulder blades. The other was on her thigh. Both areas were warm and slick with sweat. Brown eyes locked with dark green as they debated as what to do next.

Catherine trotted over after her shock wore off. She had never seen Trowa move that fast. “Are you two alright?”

Pramjeet quickly moved off Trowa. “I’m fine!” she announced in a guilty tone.

Trowa suppressed a sigh as he stood up. He was enjoying the moment. “I’m alright as well, Catherine.”

Those who were close enough to hear or see the commotion gathered around to offer their assistance. Everyone fussed over Pramjeet’s bloody knee. Trowa backed away from the crowd… from Pramjeet. He had always held her at arm’s length. He had considered his attraction to her as wrong. She was a lady in every way: graceful, kind and beautiful. Silently he scolded himself for saving her… for touching her.

Catherine watched Trowa slink away and frowned. She was having second thoughts about tonight’s dinner.

~::*::~

The table was set. Dinner was presented. Trowa stood at the table and counted two places set. Yet, Catherine, at the last minute, said she had to go out and grab something “really fast.” She had begged Trowa to dress up for the occasion. When she left, she was still in her jeans and t-shirt.

“What are you up to, Catherine?” he whispered. A soft knock at the trailer door brought Trowa back to reality. “Are you ready to…” he started to say. He expected to see Catherine on the other side of the door. Instead, Pramjeet stood wearing a light peach knee length summer dress with a white sweater. Her hair was loose. A light dusting of make-up graced her face. “Pramjeet…”

She was always amazed how lovely her name sounded when he said it. “Hello, Trowa.” Pramjeet bit her lip as she stole a look. He had dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white button up shirt which was tucked in. The top two buttons were undone giving a glimpse of his defined body. Forcing herself to focus on his visible eye, she asked, “I’m not late, am I?”

Confusion flickered across his face so fast that she barely registered it. It was replaced with a charming smile, “You’re just in time.” He bowed slightly and offered her his hand. Catherine’s giggle was heard as he shut the door. Trowa made a mental note to thank his big sister for this opportunity.

Dinner was spent with idle chit chat about what happened while Trowa was away. Every now and then, he would pinch himself to make sure that the young woman sitting across the table wasn’t an illusion. The faint smell of peaches was present ever since she had stepped into the trailer. The scent increased when the two of them were cramped into the small space of the kitchen washing dishes. He had to focus a little harder to what she was saying instead of what wonderful sensations her mouth would cause if kissed.

Once the left-overs were put away, Trowa and Pramjeet plopped onto the couch to continue their conversation about circus life. Yet, neither of them talked. Trowa watched her sit stiffly and shuffle her feet. A sign that she was nervous but didn’t want to leave.

Deciding it was now or never, Trowa asked, “Would you like to stay the night?” Her initial reaction of shock was expected. However, Pramjeet standing up and heading for the door was not. Trowa was off the couch and blocking her path in a heart beat. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Oh, boy. Trowa…” she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Pramjeet looked up at him, hoping he would let her leave. Trowa showed no signs of backing down. “I’m not going to be a one night stand. I’ve heard stories about how you can charm the panties off anyone.” She shook a warning finger at him, “I’m not that kind of girl!”

Trowa groaned and rolled his visible eye. “Rumors, Pramjeet,” he said softly. “I’m not that kind of guy. I will not lie and say I couldn’t charm anyone.” That made her roll her eyes. Trowa continued before she could get a word in. “I can but I don’t. I don’t just bring anyone to my bed. Only those whom I’ve wanted.” He added begrudgingly, “My bed has been very empty.”

It took a few moments for the words to sink in. Even though she understood, she still had to ask, “Are you interested in me as a girlfriend?”

Smiling, Trowa answered, “Yes … and possibly more.”

Again, Pramjeet took a few more moments to think it over. She stepped forward, closed her eyes and offered her lips to him. It was the silliest and most romantic thing he had ever seen. He delicately brushed her lips with his own feeling how soft they were. The sensation made his blood rush to his groin. What had been a dull ache all evening quickly turned into painful throbbing that insisted speeding things up.

Pramjeet snuggled closer to Trowa’s body. His six foot, well toned frame dwarfed her five foot three height. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tip-toes to press her lips more firmly against his. Her long thin fingers threaded themselves into his hair. She could feel his hesitation and wondered if she was being too bold for him. Pramjeet pulled back only to have Trowa’s arms wrap tightly around her body crushing her to him.

His tongue licked along the seam of her mouth. Both moaned as she opened her own to let him in. The smell of peaches was intensifying due to the rise in her body heat. A musky sent was mixing with it. Pramjeet smelled good enough to eat, which was exactly what Trowa wanted to do. He swept her off her feet without breaking contact with her mouth. Each step to his bedroom caused the seat of his jeans to rub against him causing him to walk faster.

Once in his room, he set her down on her feet. He pushed the sweeter off her shoulders kissing the exposed skin. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it free of his pants. It, too, landed on the floor. Pramjeet’s fingers lightly traced patterns over his chest and stomach. Trowa’s breath froze in his throat as her exploring reached the top of his pants.

“Not yet,” he whispered huskily and pulled her hand back to his shoulders. “Ah,” he whispered in a soft soothing voice at Pramjeet’s frown. “You will have a chance to play with me later. I’ve been hard all night and don’t want to be finished right now.”

Her blush darkened, “Sorry. I only wanted to know how you felt.”

A lustful grin slowly spreads across Trowa’s lips, “Have a little more patience, Pramjeet.”

His smile broadened at the small trimmer in her at the sound of her name and promise of future events. He kissed her, distracting her from his hands at her dress’s zipper. The cool air against her bare chest made her gasp against his mouth. Moaning followed when his hands cupped her breast. Abandoning her lips, Trowa kissed his way to Pramjeet’s dark nipples. She arched to him, balancing on one leg as the other curled instinctively around his waist.

“Trowa… Please…” she begged when her senses couldn’t take anymore of Trowa’s teasing hands and lips. He wasn’t moving anywhere blow her waist, which was where she wanted him. “Touch me.”

Trowa whispered seductively in her ear, “How?”

His hands had stopped stroking her skin. Mouth was so close to her ear she could feel the heat radiating from them. The lack of stimulation was frustrating but not as much as his question. “What do you mean how?” Pramjeet glared into a calculating green eye. “You of all people should know how!”

“Yes,” he admitted with a surprisingly calm voice. “I know how but not how you like to be touched.” He traced her full bottom lip, “Tell me, Pramjeet. Tell me how you want to be touched.” Confusion mixed with uncertainty swirled in her beautiful brown eyes. Trowa thought she might end the evening right then and there. His heart skipped a beat when she closed her eyes.

Pramjeet could feel his body tensing. He wanted an answer. How could she give such an answer? She could count on one had the number of times she had sex. None of them had truly fulfilled her. Something inside of her encouraged her that Trowa could. Trust him to do all that she asked.

“I…” she stammered, not opening her eyes. “I want you to touch me all over… especially between my legs.”

A hungry groan escaped his lips. “Gentle or rough?” he asked as he pushed her dress and panties over her hips to pool at her feet. The soft curves of her body had all of his attention: full breasts with dark peaks at the ready, flat stomach begging to be caressed, slender thighs teasing what was left of his control. “So beautiful…” His gaze stopped at the naked juncture between her legs causing him to swallow hard.

“Are you going to just look now?” Pramjeet stifled a laugh as Trowa physically shook himself back to reality. Shyly, she took his hand and led him to the bed. Placing a hand on his chest to keep him from joining her, Pramjeet asked, “Will you please strip? It’s not fair just having me in the nude.”

Trowa smirked and bowed his head a little. Straightening, his hands slowly unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. A new wave of heat rushed to his already painful erection as Pramjeet licked her lips in anticipation. She was curled on top of his bed watching his crotch like a starved person would a steak as it was cooked. The look was beyond intoxicating. It was maddening. Trowa dropped his pants and boxers and crossed the distance between him and Pramjeet in seconds.

Her moan of disapproval was silenced as his mouth crashed into hers. The two of them tumbled onto the bed. “Guide me, Pramjeet,” he begged between kisses. “Tell me what you want.”

He had expected her to stutter and clam up at his request. Instead, Pramjeet slid his hand down her body slowly and in between her legs. An impish smile graced her lips as she seductively whispered, “Play with me. Make me ready for you.”

“Play?” he asked as he slipped a finger into her. Pramjeet’s eyes rolled back into her head. “I’ll do more that just play.”

The puzzled look that popped onto her face when his words finally sunk in quickly changed back to her look of sheer pleasure as Trowa’s tongue flicked at her clitoris. His veil of hair was tickling the inside of her legs as his mouth worked her. Her taste was better than he had guessed. Trowa eagerly lapped at her, forgetting about only arousing her enough for entry. Pramjeet wiggled and moaned until her senses couldn’t take it anymore. She bowed off the bed holding Trowa’s head firmly against her. He felt each quake and after shock.

Desperately needing air, he untangled her fingers from his head. Her eyes were still shut, mouth slightly open for air. Skin flushed and glistening from the sheen of sweat. The sight of her euphoria was more than enough for Trowa. He needed no more “guidance” as he claimed her lips.

Pramjeet was caught completely off guard as Trowa thrusts into her. She was so slick from his “playing” that nothing but pleasure was gained from it. His tempo was slow as if savoring each sensation and sound. For Pramjeet, it was sweet torture. “Please Trowa,” she begged softly. “You’re teasing me to death!”

“Can’t have that, now can we?” he playfully whispered in her ear.

Trowa granted her wish and promptly forgot all he had intended to do to her. Pramjeet’s soft mewing rapidly graduated to loud moaning. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts along with her legs clamping around his waist. It wasn’t long before the two of them climaxed with Trowa giving a roar that even Rudy would have been proud of.

~::*::~

The hustle and bustle of the circus could be heard outside Trowa’s window. Birds were chirping and the imitation sun was shining. He smiled and stretched but didn’t roll out of bed. Instead he clasped his hands behind his head. It was a beautiful morning and he felt so relaxed. Well… more relaxed than he had in months! Nightmares did bug him but he couldn’t remember what they were about.

Movement at his side snapped him out of his thoughts. Pramjeet Jafar tried to snuggle her naked form under what little blankets she had. Most of them were bunched around Trowa. He relinquished his hold on them and watched with a satisfied grin as she cocooned herself with what she was given.

“Are you interested in me as a girlfriend?”

Smiling, Trowa answered, “Yes … and possibly more.”

Trowa placed a kiss on Pramjeet’s cheek before slipping out of bed. Once dressed, he made his way to the kitchen to make breakfast. He figured he would feed her before talking about what he meant about “possibly more.” Once again, Trowa was snapped back to reality when he found Catherine flipping a pancake into the air. She deftly caught it and smiled at him. “Good morning sleepy head.”

“Yes, it is.” Trowa kissed the top of Catherine’s head. “Thank you.” He didn’t need to see the blushing smile she had. He knew. Details about how Catherine knew about his feelings about Pramjeet and why she set him up would have to wait for another time. After all, it was a good morning and he was about to spend it with the two women who mattered most to him.

~::*::~

Ta-da! Fluffy, huh? I guess I needed a balance for what I did in chapter 12 of Being Human… Thanks for reading and don’t forget to review!
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