Closing his eyes, Quatre could feel a bead of sweat gathering on his forehead. Even though it was Thanksgiving, the five pilots were down in South America, and during a heat wave nonetheless. It was cooler today, but the heat from the ovens in the kitchen- and it was really a very nice kitchen, with all the 21st century appliances and comforts that futuristic After Colony yaoi lemon safe house kitchens tend to have- well, the heat and his hand running over the fabric of his khaki short shorts was getting Quatre really heated up.