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Restaurant Behavior

Nazarri

 


    Heero was seated on the left side of the u-shaped booth.  He
looked up silently as the three other pilots approached.  Wufei stood next to Heero hoping that he would scoot in toward the back, but Heero didn't budge.  With a snort, Wufei went to the right side and slide all the way around to the back of the booth.


     "Good evening, Heero."  Quatre greeted his friend as he
slide into the booth next to Wufei.  "It's good to see you."


     Heero just nodded slightly in response.  Trowa took the spot
next to Quatre, which placed him directly across from Heero.
  

   "Where's Duo?" Quatre asked.  Nervously wondering
what sort of mischief he was already up to.  Knowing Duo, it could be anything.

     "He's here." Heero answered rather evasively as he
seemed to sink slightly down in the seat.

     Quatre shrugged and started chatting at Wufei.   Neither one
noticing Heero's odd behavior, but Trowa did.   Trowa immediately
noticed that Heero was not looking directly into anyone's eyes.
He wasn't looking for Duo either, which meant he knew precisely
where he was.  Even if Duo was in the bathroom, Heero's protective eyes
watched the door until the mighty braided one came back out.

     Trowa looked down at the white tablecloth, it was long and hung
all the way to the floor.  He now knew where Duo was and smirked as
he watched Heero's face trying to keep from revealing his
pleasure.  Trowa pushed his foot forward, just slightly, under the table.  His
foot came in contact with a large object he knew to be Duo.  With the
toe of his shoe, Trowa poked Duo's butt.  He suppressed a grin as
he felt Duo swat his intrusive foot away.

     Quatre felt the rising sexual tension rising.  He stopped in mid
sentence as he turned to look at Trowa, who was now watching Heero
intently.  Quatre blushed with a clear understanding of what was
happening under the table.  He cleared his throat as a waiter
appeared.  Before the man could even ask, Quatre told him what they
needed immediately.  "Three hot teas and two coffees."  The
urgency in the young man's voice sent the waiter away quickly.

     Wufei looked at his comrades and knew something up.  Quatre was
blushing and smiling, Trowa stared across the table at Heero, and
Heero seemed oblivious to the world.  He looked down in the seat next
to Heero; this is when he discovered the white knuckled fist resting
on the leather seat gripping the end of a thick braid.
"Maxwell…" he hissed furiously.  Before thinking his actions through, wondering
what sort of joke Duo was playing, he lifted up the tablecloth and
looked under the table.

     Slowly raising his reddened face, Wufei sputtered.
"He's…servicing….Yuy… under…the….table!"

     Quatre sighed, "I think it's sweet.  He couldn't
wait to get home."

     "We can't take him anywhere." Wufei looked around to
see if anyone noticed Duo's unseemly behavior.

     "No one can see, Wufei, relax." Quatre tried to reassure
his friend.

     "Yes," Trowa nodded.  "And with his mouth full,
he's being quiet."

    "Well, there is that!" Wufei snorted.  "I suppose it
is a small price to pay for a quiet dinner for once."

     At that moment, Heero shuddered silently with release.  His
friends watched with a morbid sense of fascination.

     Duo poked his head out from under the tablecloth licking his
lips.  "Hey Wufei!" he winked.

     "Are you quite finished?" Wufei asked while arranging
the napkin in his lap.

     "Yeah!  Let's order dessert!"

     Quatre smiled patiently.  "Duo, we haven't had dinner
yet."

     Duo grinned at Heero "Well, I've already had mine."

     "Disgusting!" Wufei cried.  "How am I supposed to
eat after that remark?"

 

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Or {Rei-chan says this is just some idle stupidity}
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     "He's…servicing….Yuy… under…the….table!"
     

"Don't worry so much Wufei." Quatre smiled
reassuringly.  "He'll get to you in a minute!"

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Or
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      "He's…servicing….Yuy… under…the….table!"
 

     "Why should it bother you?" Trowa asked.  "He's
my husband and I don't mind."

     "Yeah!" Quatre chimed in.  "He's my
boyfriend!"  Quatre lifted up the tablecloth.  "Hey Sweetie, I'm next, okay?"  Duo
gave him thumbs up and kept working on Heero.

     "Because he's carrying my child," Wufei exclaimed.
"And I think this sets a bad example for the bab
y!"
 
 
 

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