Quatre opened bleary eyes with considerable reluctance. His mouth was dry and tasted like the floor of a chicken coop, his stomach was sour and burbled unsteadily, and his head felt like it had been stomped on a couple of times by an OZ mobile suit.
He groaned, covering his eyes to try to block out the cheery morning sunlight which was burning sadistically through the window. "Ooohhhhh... I swear, I am never drinking again."
There was a sound on his left. Quatre glanced over, and his eyes bulged.
"Whoa, what a night," mumbled Duo. He tugged at his arms, which were pulled up over his head-- his wrists were firmly handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. "Hey, Q-man, how 'bout uncuffing me now?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Quatre opened his eyes with a start. Just... a dream? Thank heavens...
To his left, there was a noise. Then a low voice growled "I'm going to kill you." Quatre eeped and looked to his left, despite his better judgement.
Heero glared at him from beneath the covers, then deliberately pulled out the pin on the hand grenade he was holding.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Quatre awoke, startled. Another dream? Wow, that was scary...
Something rustled on his left, and then a voice cried, "My honor! My virtue! Nataku!!!"
Quatre squeaked in fright, his eyes darting to the left as he pulled the covers up to his chin. Oh, nooo!
Onyx eyes glared back as a very naked Wufei reached for his sword. "You die," he snarled.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Quatre awoke as a hand shook him, and a familiar voice called, "Quatre, wake up!"
Quatre opened his eyes to see a worried-looking Trowa leaning over him. "You were having a nightmare," the Heavyarms pilot said.
Quatre breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed at his gritty eyes. "What a night," he mumbled.
"Well, it's over now," Trowa said. Quatre opened his eyes again-- and gaped in shock.
Trowa held a tray of food, and was dressed in what appeared to be the Playboy Bunny outfit-- complete with high heels, pantyhose, and the little bunny ears and tail. "Breakfast," he purred, lipsticked mouth quirking up in a smile.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Quatre awoke as a hand shook him, and a familiar voice called, "Quatre, wake up!"
Quatre's eyes popped open wide. "That was scary! What a night! Do I even own a pair of handcuffs? What happened to the grenade? I hope Wufei gets over it... And Trowa, never wear that outfit again!"
Trowa's visible eye blinked, confused. "Eh?"
Quatre paused. Then he rolled back over, burying his face in the pillow. "Wake me when everything's normal again," he murmured into the cotton. Then he began to snore.
Trowa stared down at his blond lover, then shrugged and went back to sleep.