by Anne
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. Alicia Bloom Winner belongs to her parents, and as said parents are ex Gundam pilots and a tad overprotective, ask before you borrow. I promise to return the characters in one piece, more or less, when I'm finished, but hold no liability for any physical injury or psychological trauma sustained by them in my fiction.
Thanks to Misanagi for the quick beta.
The house was quiet when Quatre arrived home, except for the sounds of a solo flute. The melody was pure and clear, the notes rising and falling, the rhythm reminiscent of the gentle patter of rain on the roof, yet underlined by the steady heartbeat of calm that always made him think of Trowa.
Placing his briefcase on the floor, Quatre kicked off his shoes and quietly climbed the stairs, following the music, although he already knew where Trowa was. When Quatre reached Alicia's room he opened the door and peered inside. Trowa lowered his flute and smiled. Their daughter sighed in her sleep, her lips curving into a tiny mimic of Trowa's smile.
Quatre crossed the room, kissed Trowa gently and then bent over the cot. "She likes you playing to her," he said softly. "It calms her in the same way it has always done for me."
"Your violin calms her too," Trowa replied, wrapping his arms around Quatre's waist, pulling him close.
They stood for a moment, in each other's arms, watching Alicia sleep. Trowa had never needed his flute to serenade Quatre, even though they enjoyed playing together. Their song was from the heart, and expressed in a touch, a look, a kiss, and when they made love.
"I love you," Quatre whispered, leading Trowa from Alicia's room and towards the master bedroom. Caressing his husband's face, Quatre kissed him again, this time deepening it, Trowa already undoing Quatre's shirt, and slipping it from his shoulders.
Their serenade was mutual, it always had been. Pure and clear like the notes from Trowa's flute, the harmony from Quatre's violin adding to it a counterpoint to make a complete whole. It was a duet that would last them the rest of their lives, expanding on occasion to include family and friends, but still uniquely theirs.
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