Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bathe in Candlelight ❯ Prologue

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Dorothy stood in front of a door



Bathe in Candlelight
By: Sakura Lena Yuy

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor any of its characters, gundams or anything else.


Dorothy stood in front of the door. She looked aimlessly at this door, wondering whether to knock or run back to her room. But then again Dorothy Catalonia never ran away from anything. Just as she raised her hand to knock, she pulled away and turned away for the door.

"Spineless," she muttered under her breath.

Dorothy realized that she wouldn't be able to sleep, again. So she decided to walk around and see if sleep would follow her. As she walked around the mansion, she began to wonder what was wrong with her.

'All this for a boy you nearly killed, good going Catalonia.' Dorothy thought to herself, as she remembered the plans that her and Relena made.

~~Flashback~~

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Dorothy looked at the young Prime Minister with a puzzled face.

"Please Dorothy, it's quite obvious. "

Dorothy snapped her head and looked directly at Relena with daggers in her eyes.

"I can't Relena. I nearly killed him, there is no way I could ask for forgiveness."

Relena smiled, "Then you don't know Quatre Raberba Winner at all. He'll forgive you in a heartbeat."

Dorothy shook her head, "That's what I'm afraid of."

Relena placed a caring hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you want his forgiveness?"

"Because he'll just give it too me, he is that kind. But what I need is something more than forgiveness, I need to feel...in place."

Relena just nodded, she understood that Dorothy not only wanted forgiveness, but acceptance and much more. Then Relena gave Dorothy a warm and much needed hug.

~~Present~~

Dorothy found a small lounge room, it actually look homely compared to the other large empty rooms. She took a seat in a big chair that faced the window. Although the room was shrouded in complete darkness the large French windows allowed the moonlight in freely. The night sky was illumined with stars and the full moon. Dorothy sighed, the site before her was truly beautiful but she still felt empty. In a few days she would be leaving the Winner Mansion, and back to Romafeller to maul over documents.

'This was a complete disaster. Why did I even agree on this? Why can't I get him out of my mind? I have never acted this way, and I am not some silly little schoolgirl giggling over some crush. I am have always been in control and now I look like a complete fool.'

Dorothy placed her feet on the edge of the chair and hugged her knees. She rested her chin on her knees and just wished that this wasn't going on.

She was lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the door open, nor did she notice the young blonde watching her intently. 'God she is so beautiful, but she looks so sad.'

Every fiber of Quatre's being wanted to comfort her, sooth her, and hold her tight. But at the same time he feared the rejection that she would give him. Ever since she arrived she had been giving him the cold shoulder, and barely registered his presence. But that didn't bother him, because she was a strong woman, and she didn't dare show any weakness.

'Why can't I tell her, what holds me back,' he questioned himself, 'Nothing! Winner, go show her you care.'

Dorothy shook her head, 'I should just leave,' although she hated the idea of leaving him. But it was the only rational idea she had come up with in days. Suddenly she felt a strong hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to come in contact with a pair turquoise eyes.

"Quatre," she whispered.

He smiled while looking deeply into her blue-gray eyes, and then he knelt down in front of her. "Why?"

"What?"

"Why are you here?"

Dorothy turn her face away from him, but Quatre took her face into his hands and made her look directly at him. Dorothy swallowed a lump that was building in her throat, and now she knew that it was time.

"I needed to."

Quatre look into her eyes, begging for a direct answer, something tangible, something he needed to hear.

"You gave me forgiveness, just as I asked for; but as time pass I realized that there was something else."

Quatre mind was racing, after all this time he would hear it. He had waited patiently for her; he didn't want to push her too far in fear that she would run away. 'Please, Allah let this be happening.'

"Well once I got that forgiveness, I needed something else. Problem was I didn't know what that was. Not till now. Before I was empty, alone, depressed, and uncertain about life."

Quatre nodded for her to continue, and he stood up when he noticed her shift. Dorothy walked toward the window and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. Quatre stood near her, and waited for resume talking.

"Then I met up with Relena again. God did she help. Well to be quite frank she told me to come here. She told me to stop hurting myself, and to live." Dorothy turned her face slightly to look at Quatre.

"I couldn't get you out of my mind. I tried to erase you from my memory but I couldn't. I didn't know if you were a sweet dream or a nightmare that would taut me forever. And when I finally decided that I didn't need love, you came back. And everything changed."

Quatre moved closer to her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulder and she leaned into him. She felt his heat and muscular body through his silk pajamas. He felt her soft and slender body against his and sighed at the feeling.

"I need you. I need you more than the air I breathe, without I am nothing." Dorothy whispered as her hands brushed against his thighs.

"Dorothy," he hissed softly into her ear, "I need you, too."

Dorothy's eyes widened in surprise, he loved her too. She turned around to face him, and looked into his eyes. "Quatre Raberba Winner, I love you."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist. He titled his head downward and placed a simple kiss on her lips. Dorothy licked her lips in anticipation as Quatre captured her lips once again. This time he pulled her even closer to his body, which caused her to release a small moan. He took this opportunity to push his tongue through her parted lips. Quatre began to explore the concave of her mouth and enticed her to join him. Once they pulled apart Dorothy looked at Quatre, her eyes full of passion. He noticed this and picked up Dorothy then carried her up to his bedroom.

"We don't have to," he whispered as her set on the bed, "I happy that you told me, and I would under..."

Dorothy placed a finger on his lips to stop him from speaking any further. "I want to, I really do."

He gave her another kiss before he got up and began to light a number of candles that surrounded the room. Dorothy sat on the bed waiting for him, and smiled when he lit the last candle.

"Why?" she questioned him and motioned her hand around the room.

Quatre laughed softly, "Well I always dreamt of seeing you bathe in candlelight. Just before I make love to you."

Dorothy smiled coyly as she slipped off her nightgown to reveal her naked form. Quatre instinctively began to peel off his pajamas as he headed toward the bed. He gently pushed her down into the bed. They began to kiss again, as their hands began to roam all over each other becoming accustomed to each other flesh. Each took their time feeling and learning about each other's body, taking slow and small steps that would eventually lead to complete and utter ecstasy.

Quatre began to kiss the hollow of Dorothy's neck, which enticed a soft moan from her lips. He left small butterfly kisses all along her collarbone, and then he began to descend to the snowy mounds. Dorothy began to run her fingers through his silky locks, reflexively bringing him closer to her body. He ran his fingers over her pink nipples, before placing his mouth over one. Quatre lapped softly at the small pebble, which caused it to harden. He continued to gently suckle on one, as his fingers attended to the other. Once he felt Dorothy gripe his hair uncontrollably, he moved to the next one, giving it as much attention as the first.

Dorothy moan wildly and softly called his name, as he continued his ministrations. He began to descend even further than before. Quatre placed soft, wet kisses on her flat stomach before carrying on with his downward direction. Then he placed a gentle kiss on her heat, and began to lap delicately at the entrance. This action caused Dorothy to lose her composure completely. Dorothy felt every time Quatre's cool tongue darted forward and into her heated sex; this repeated action made Dorothy scream in ecstasy. Once Quatre felt her climax, he placed gentle kisses on her inner thighs before returning to her face.
Dorothy began to gently nibble and kiss on Quatre's ear and proceeded downward to his chest. Her hands began to roam to his waist and his thighs. When she hesitated to touch him further, he took her hand and placed it on his swollen member. Dorothy wrapped her fingers around the velvety flesh and began to gently rub it. Quatre released a soft groan of pleasure, and held onto her even tighter. Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. Dorothy looked way warily, but Quatre brought her to look back.

"You didn't do anything wrong, I just want this to last."

Dorothy smiled, and Quatre kissed her again as he placed himself between her legs. He slowly entered into her tight passage and stopped when he came to her barrier. He looked down at her, but Dorothy nodded for him to continue. With one swift motion he broke her barrier and she release a gasp of pain. Quatre immediately began to sooth her and waited for her to accustom to his length. Once he felt her body relaxed he began to thrust slowly.

Quatre continue his steady rhythm, while Dorothy clung on to him tightly. Lost in each other, their moans filled the room and the sweat on their bodies' glisten in the candlelight. As he continued his motions, Quatre soon lost control and grabbed Dorothy's waist and pushed even further. Dorothy arched her back at this action, but it only served for him to enter even deeper. Just as Quatre neared his release, he felt Dorothy's muscle tighten. With a few final thrusts he rode out his release into her willing channel, while Dorothy continued to cling on his shoulders.

Quatre manage to lie down next to her, so he wouldn't crush her. Breathless, yet content they looked at each other. Quatre brush Dorothy's soak bangs from her face, and Dorothy ran her fingers across his face.

"I love you," Quatre stated.

Dorothy smiled again.

Quatre wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Dorothy rested her head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

"Stay with me."

Dorothy shot up and looked down at him. "Do you mean that?"

Quatre nodded, his eyes revealing how serious he was.

"I would love to but..."

Quatre propped himself on his elbows and looked into her eyes. "You don't have to stay immediately. I guess what I mean is that I want to be with you, and I would love for you to be around more often."

Dorothy looked at him. He looked even more gorgeous in candlelight. His body glisten and his golden locks resemble a fiery orange. "I guess we could visit each other. And you do come down to earth, for business."

Quatre smiled and look intently at her. Her ivory skin turned into a golden tan with the lighting and her pale mane was a golden orange. "Well, I do have a meeting with Preventer a week after to return to earth. If you don't mind perhaps I could join you on your flight back to earth. For business of course."

Dorothy slapped his arm playfully. "Mister Winner, are you trying to seduce me?"

"I thought I already did." He answered huskily.

Dorothy raised an eyebrow; "Well it would take more than a little "business" to seduce me."

Quatre smiled slyly "A duel."

Dorothy laughed, "Don't you remember the last one, I do believe I won."

"Ah, but, I won the second."

Dorothy raised an eyebrow again.

"Because I got you to confess your love, and that was the most complex duel of them all."

Dorothy couldn't help but laugh, but Quatre quickly suppressed it with a kiss. Then he pulled her back down to bed.

"You still owe me a duel, Winner."

"Fine. In the morning."

"Kidding."

"Fine. Go to sleep."

As Quatre whispered those final words, Dorothy had already drifted off to sleep. And they slept soundly in each other's arms that night.