Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Standard Disclaimer: Don't own GW on it's wonderful characters. Ain't that a @#$%!
Has descriptions of sex acts, so not for the kiddies at all. And this fic supports 4 x D, so be afraid. Set one year after the series ended and before Mariemaia.
*Denotes personal POV



Bitter by Kuno-baby


Chapter one


Dorothy softly grunted as her date for the evening sloppily kissed all over her neck and her naked breasts. He thrust wildly into her body, but Dorothy was not moved. She vaguely felt a tingly sensation inside her womb as he made love to her, but it wasn't enough for her to completely enjoy the experience.

*Pathetic. He actually thinks he's doing such a great job. My hand can do better.* Dorothy felt slightly bored.

This pitiful display of emotion wouldn't have happened if she hadn't saw him tonight. Quatre Raberba Winner. Even after a year, even after stabbing him viciously, he'd welcomed her with open arms. His forgiveness made her want to retch and curse him at the same time. No one can be that pure and forgiving, can they? It didn't seem possible. How dare he make her heart beat fast just at the sight of him! Why did his opinion matter anyway? She should have never went to Relena's stupid birthday party knowing he'd probably be there.

"Ooh, Dottie!" her date cried out on top of her. He was all sweaty and repulsive to her now. He grabbed a handful of her beautiful long blond mane as he continued thrusting.

*I hate the name Dottie, you prick!* Dorothy pulled her hair free from his grip and pushed roughly at his chest.

He really wasn't much of a lay, but some demon had possessed her into taking him home with her. He wasn't even her type. He was too thick, boarding on fat and his black hair looked greasy like he was. Not much in the brains department or sadly the endowment department, either. Big, hairy ape. She closed her eyes and in a moment of weakness, pictured a pale blond with soulful blue eyes. He had an endearing face and...Quatre!

Dorothy climaxed instantly. She gave a shout of satisfaction as she raised her hips off the bed, jerking against him. She dug her nails cruelly in his back as she shuddered her release. Panting breathlessly on the bed, she no longer cared for the company and roughly pulled him off of her. In his shock and disbelief, he just stared as she climbed naked out of bed.

"What? Why-" he mumbled, still very hard and close to completion.

"I'm bored with you. Finish up and get out." Dorothy snapped, putting on her white terry clothe robe she always laid at the foot of her bed. Tying it up, she looked coldly at the man in her bed.

"You bitch! You can't do that!" he gawked at her. Angry, he scrambled off the bed.

"Thomas, was it? I think I can. I don't care if you cum on my sidewalk, just get your stuff and leave." said Dorothy, jerking her thumb in the direction of her door.

Thomas grabbed his discarded clothing from off the floor as he loudly, openly cursed her. He flushed under her icy glare as he hurriedly put on his pants and shoes. Wanting to get away quickly, he bundled the rest of his things in his arms.

"You're one cold ass bitch. It sure as hell wasn't your looks that got me in your bed tonight, whore." Thomas sneered, looking at her face and more importantly her unique, forked eyebrows.

"With a performance like that, tiny, I'm surprised you ever get laid at all. Get out!" Dorothy smirked.

Cursing her again, he stomped out of the room. She followed to make sure he left and the minute he stepped out onto her porch, she slammed the door in his face. Locking up tight to be safe.

Dorothy sighed as she went back to her room. Her normally pristine sheets were in disarray. Disgusted with herself, she pulled her soiled sheets and pillow case of the bed. Dumping them in her laundry hamper, she headed straight to the shower. Not caring if the water was hot or not, she stepped inside. Dorothy rubbed soap vigorously over her body, washing the shame away.

"Quatre." Dorothy whispered, softly. She leaned her head against the yellow-white mixed tiles as the water cascaded down her hair and body.

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"What?" Quatre jerked awake from his bed. He looked around his room and saw it was still night time. His bedside clock said 1 am. Groaning, he flopped back onto his pillows. It didn't take long to realize he was physically aroused. Blushing, he knew he'd probably been dreaming about her to get in such a state. Dorothy Catalona. In a way, she scared him and excited him in the same breathe. He'd never seen such a tough case before of a person trying to be something they're not. Okay, she was sarcastic and opinionated to an embarrassing level, but she was also sweet. Try as he might, he hadn't put her completely from his mind. Well, being stabbed by the person is one way to make an impression.

"Uh!" Quatre gasped as he felt such emotions hit him. Being an empath was a gift and a curse. He felt rage and disgust and he knew it had to do with Dorothy. Or maybe he just needed the excuse. Seeing her again tonight had brought forth a sexual awareness and wariness for him. Unconsciously, his hand rapped around his hard member.

She'd been painfully polite and had stayed far away from him all evening. But there eyes had met numerous times and held. Finally, she'd just turned her back on him and left with some guy she'd met at the party. Why he'd been disappointed, he didn't know?

Hand moving faster, Quatre moaned loudly. He lived in a huge mansion, so he wasn't worried about being heard. His chest was tight, his breathing heavily. He moved his hips restlessly against the mattress Adding more pressure, he grabbed his thick erection, jerking fiercely in tune with his thrusts. Picturing her in his mind, he gasped as his seed erupted, warm and wet on his belly, again and again.

"Dorothy!"

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"Damnit, Chloe! That's the third pair this month. I'm going to throw you out on your ass if you keep this up." Dorothy growled, as she looked at her chewed up patten leather shoes. Bite marks littered the toe of the new shoes. No matter how she carefully put away her shoes in her closet, Chloe always found a way.

Chloe, the cat, as she liked to be called, blinked up at her mistress. She was only a six month old kitten. A beautiful grey, persian mix, she was the apple of Dorothy's eye. Though, at the moment, it didn't seem like it.

Knowing the shoes were unsalvageable, she tossed them in a nearby waste basket. Chloe, the fink, rubbed herself against her mistresses legs in apology. Dorothy sighed to herself. *Who the hell can stay mad at a kitten?*

Bending down, she picked up the fluffy kitten in her arms and snuggled her close. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, you pest."

"Ms. Dorothy, you have a visitor in the study." her elderly butler called from the doorway.

Knowing he'd only let in people she wanted to see, she nodded. He was always professional and efficient. Recommended by Relena and her right hand man, Pagan, Mr. Oran was a godsend.

With Chloe in tow, she followed behind her butler. When he opened the study's door, Dorothy stiffened at the sight of a smiling Quatre Winner in the room. Dressed casually in a white workman shirt and regular blue jeans, he looked like a regular joe, not a multi billionaire heir. He looked hot!

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dorothy asked in shock.

Quatre genuinely smiled happily. "Nice to see you too, Dorothy."












That's the first chappie. I like these two, they are such opposites, but they work. And believe me, Quatre's in for a hard, difficult time with this chick. Hope you liked it. Bye!