Promises, Promises
Quatre took a deep breath and then another trying to bring his breathing and heart beat back under control. He could feel the post-coital bliss lethargy spreading up from his toes to suffuse his whole body, bringing with it a feeling of satisfaction and a sense that all was right with the world.
Blowing out a breath that made his bangs flutter despite being soaked with sweat he rolled onto his side and lay there grinning at Trowa. Despite their vigorous romp and the endorphins coursing through his veins Quatre wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss the sated smile off of Trowa's lips. It was crazy, but he felt like even if he spent every minute of every day touching, teasing and tasting Trowa it wouldn't be enough.
Maybe it was the newness of the relationship or the post sex high talking, but right now he was willing to commit his life to doing just that.