Quatre hums, quietly pleased, for a moment before his mouth opens; his left hand goes to rest against Trowa's neck, as he repositions himself so his left knee is on the far side of Trowa's legs. There's not a whole lot of space between his knee and the laptop, but more than enough.
He moves his left hand back into the short-cut softness of the hair at nape of Trowa's neck, when a very familiar and discreet beep makes itself known. Quatre freezes, and very distinctly does not swear.
He pulls back slightly, breathing against the side of Trowa's jaw. "Of course," he says, moving back. "Pelle told me that the earlier time had opened up this afternoon. Sorry."
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Date: 2011-01-29 08:15 am (UTC)He moves his left hand back into the short-cut softness of the hair at nape of Trowa's neck, when a very familiar and discreet beep makes itself known. Quatre freezes, and very distinctly does not swear.
He pulls back slightly, breathing against the side of Trowa's jaw. "Of course," he says, moving back. "Pelle told me that the earlier time had opened up this afternoon. Sorry."