Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter ❯ Chapter 3

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Standard Disclaimer: Gundam Wing's not mine.
*Denotes personal thoughts
Warning! Has lemon inside, so it's not for the kiddies. But seeing the rating, I'd hope people would already know that.

Bitter by Kuno-baby

Chapter 3

"Quatre, open up buddy. You've got some explaining to do."

Quatre groaned into his pillow as a loud voice rang out through his bedroom door. Pounding heavily at the door, Quatre recognized Duo's impossibly chipper voice. No one had the right to be that damn chipper in the morning. Looking at his alarm clock, he groaned again. Eight a.m.

Rubbing his eyes, he yawned as he climbed out of bed. Opening the door, he was greeted to the sight of a smirking Duo, frowning Heero, stoic looking Trowa and an indifferent Wufei.

"Good morning. What's the deal with the morning wake up call?" Quatre asked, moving aside to let his friends file in.

"We missed you last night, Quatre. But I can see you were doing other things." Duo smirked mischievously. He leaned against Quatre's dresser table while the others sat around chairs scattered in Quatre's spacious bedroom.

"What do you mean?" wondered Quatre, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"Check your neck." Trowa smiled, before gesturing to his neck.

Hopping up, Quatre went to his dresser to look in the mirror. Looking at his reflection, he didn't see anything until he turned his head side to side. He had a reddish bruise on the left side of his neck...a hickey! Dorothy had given him a hickey! He blushed as he saw his friends laughing at him through the mirror.

"So...what were you doing last night, Q? As if we couldn't guess." Duo sneered, folding his arms, enjoying the show.

Quatre put his hand over the mark and went to pull on his robe he left hanging up on his closet door.

"Maxwell, leave him alone. What he does in his private life is none of our concern." Wufei said, giving Duo an exasperated look.

Quatre smiled at Wufei for that. Wufei, although friends with Duo, didn't have any problem putting his friend in his place.

"Hey, we're all friends here. If Cat's got a lady friend, more power to him. It's just he's never dissed his friends before over a woman. She must be hot stuff." Duo teased.

Quatre busied himself tying and retying his robe's belt to avoid the question. He ran his hand through his tousled blond hair and avoided eye contact.

"Dorothy didn't show up either last night. Know something about that?" Trowa asked, lifting his brow and smiling.

It got quiet in the room as the four men witnessed Quatre's blush reddened even more.

"What? You and Dorothy?!" Duo exclaimed in surprise.

"Why are you surprised, Duo?" Quatre asked his friend.

Duo shook his head in amazement. "Well, for starters, she stabbed you! How the heck do you get past that?"

"As I recall, Heero tried to kill Relena when they first met. I don't see the difference. He's changed and so had Dorothy."

Heero grunted at that, but otherwise kept silent. Trowa and Wufei openly chuckled while Duo reluctantly shrugged.

"So are you two an item now?" Trowa questioned.

"Um, that's kind of complicated." Quatre sheepishly said.

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Dorothy sighed as the phone rang again and again. After hearing two messages left on her machine from her mother, she refused to answer her phone. Whatever the old woman had planned, she wanted no part of it.

Sitting in front of her vanity mirror, she ran her hand down her slender, long neck and grinned at the love mark Quatre had left her. She knew she'd made one in return and probably shocked his little tail off. Shy Quatre with a hickey? How naughty.

After dreading being alone with him, the dinner date had been extremely romantic. Obvious attraction aside, she was pleased he was such an easy person to communicate with. And of course that good night kiss...

One kiss shouldn't have turned into a make out session, but it had. She's been shocked that night after he left to see he'd branded her. What disturbed more was the fact she'd returned the favor. This wasn't supposed to happen. What happened to her staying away from him? This couldn't continue.

A soft knock at her door broke Dorothy from her inner thoughts. "Come in."

"Ms. Dorothy, I've just received a call from your mothers physician, Dr. Marlon. There has been an emergency and they need you come over. He said it's really important." Mr. Oran said from the doorway.

Dorothy said nothing for a few moments before she acknowledged what he had said. Getting up from her vanity, she sighed aloud.

"I'll be right over. Could you please call Dr. Marlon and let him know I am on my way."

"Of course." Mr. Oran nodded and closed the door. He shook his head sadly. Only in her service for a year, he'd learned quickly how evil and manipulative her mother was. He hoped this wasn't another scheme to spite her daughter.

"I must be cursed, Chloe." Dorothy said, looking at her kitten lying at her feet.

Chloe sensing her stress, jumped into Dorothy's lap and started rubbing her body against Dorothy's chest. Dorothy smiled to herself, stroking the kittens soft fur.

"At least I know you love me."

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Dorothy arrived at her mother's mansion in record time. She dressed carefully in a proper burgundy dress and matching head band. Dark colors always conveyed her mood and any visit to her mother was stressful.

When she came into her mother's bedroom, she was stunned. Fredricka looked half dead. Vain to a fault, Fredricka would never willingly let herself be seen as anything but picture perfect. She was lying in bed, used tissues all over the covers. Her hair wasn't combed or carefully styled like usual. Seeing her mother's labored breathing and pale complexion, Dorothy raced to the side of the bed, throwing her purse down at the foot of it.

"Mother? What's wrong with her?" Dorothy asked the doctor sitting in a chair next to the bed. She put aside all her animosity toward her mother, becoming greatly concerned with her health.

"Dorothy, you came. I'm glad." Fredricka wheezed, grasping her daughter's hand softly.

"Your mother has come down with new strain of pneumonia. It's unfortunate it's a powerful one and quite deadly. I wouldn't be so concerned if your mother were younger and in better health, but her history with respiratory illness is a problem. It's hit her real hard." Dr. Marlon said.

Dorothy cut her eyes at Dr. Marlon before looking back at her mother. She never liked Dr. Marlon. He had a sleazy quality to him and he always seemed to undress her with his lusty brown eyes. He gave off a high creep factor, but he wasn't her physician so she had no say. Highly revered or not, she would have fired him on day one.

"What are you doing to make her better?" Dorothy asked

"D-Don't worry, dear. He's taking good care of me. I called you here because I've had an epiphany. A change of heart. I-" Fredricka broke off coughing. She coughed a few minutes before tiredly sitting back.

"Dr. could you give us a minute?" Fredricka asked, smoothing the collar her high necked pink nightgown.

"Of course." He said, getting out of his chair. But not before letting his eyes crawl over Dorothy's figure, making the hair rise on her neck.

Fredricka inwardly smiled as Dr. Marlon left the room. Her little performance was working wonderfully. Dorothy was falling for it hook, line and sinker. As worldly as she claimed to be, Dorothy was still a naive child where she was concerned.

"Dearest, I haven't been a good mother, I know. I've been selfish. But I want to change that. I-I was so scared I was dying. Silly, I know, but I never get sick. I thought if I died, who would mourn me? Not my daughter. You're my only child and we're not close. I want to change that." Fredricka said, taking exaggerated deep breaths.

Stunned, Dorothy was speechless for the first time in her life. As a child all she'd wanted was her mother's love. But being repeatedly rebuffed had been her first life lesson. If your own mother couldn't love you, who could? She was suddenly very weary.

Fredricka went in for the kill. Practiced in the art of false tears, she began to cry, holding Dorothy's hand tightly.

"You'll only have one mother and I one daughter. Please, give me another chance." Fredricka sobbed.

A warning flashed in her head to be cautious, but Dorothy ignored it and reached out to hug her mother. Rubbing Fredricka's back, she nodded her head. "I-I can do that."

*Yes! So gullible. I'll have to work quickly if I'm going to marry the girl off to Winner. He can't lose interest before I trap him into marrying her.* Fredricka smiled, as he patted her daughter's back.

Pulling away, Fredricka noticed the bruise on the young girls neck. She'd bet it was from that Winner boy. Better still for her plans. Pretending not to notice, she smiled as she wiped away her crocodile tears.

Newly reconciled, the two women talked for hours before Fredricka fell asleep. Promising Dr. Marlon she'd visit the next day, Dorothy left the bedroom for home.

"I'll walk you to the door, Dorothy." Dr. Marlon offered silkily.

He walked her downstairs, standing entirely too close with his hand on her back. She seethed when his hand caressed her lovingly as it headed south.

"Remove the hand or I'll remove it for you, permanently." Dorothy snarled.

Dr. Marlon flushed and quickly took his hand away. And older gentleman in his early fifties with snow white hair and a full waist line, he reminded her of a perverted Santa Claus. Pushing pass him, she reached the front door and stormed out. He slammed the door spitefully behind her.

It was only when she got to her car door did she realize she'd left her purse behind.

"Damn. Too much excitement today. I've gotten absentminded." she murmured. She walked back to the front door and let herself in.

Running up the stairs, she slowed down hearing loud laughter coming from her mothers room. She leaned in close to overhear.

"Gullible, I tell you. I knew she'd fall for it. This sickness idea was brilliant, David." Fredricka chuckled.

"Near death bed reconciliations are always dramatic. Honey, she's starving for love. All you have to do is milk this for all it's worth.Work your way back in before hinting at a relationship with Quatre Winner. If not, find a away to con him into marrying her. I heard he's very honorable. Once she's married off, you can start dealing with the Winner's. A few smart business deals will keep you rolling in the dough and comfortable all of your days, Freddie." Dr. Marlon snickered.

"Give us a kiss, David. You're a genius."

"I know."

As they laughed, Dorothy felt tears streaming down her face. She'd never been so humiliated and it was her own fault. She'd let herself be vulnerable and got conned again.

Throwing open the door violently, Dorothy was greeted to the sight of her mother passionately kissing Dr. Marlon on the bed. Startled, the couple broke apart. The abject horror on their faces filled Dorothy with malevolent glee.

"You evil bitch! I'll never forgive you for this!" Dorothy screamed.

"Dorothy, I was-" Fredricka pleaded, trying to climb out from under Dr. Marlon's body.

"I've tried everything to get you to at least care for me, but you're incapable of it. You'd need a heart to love someone other than yourself. You're dead to me now. If I ever see you again, mom it'll be too soon." Dorothy tearfully said. She swept her purse off the bed and ran from the room.

Fredricka screamed for her to stop from the bedroom, but Dorothy kept on running. She ran like she was chased by the devil and in a way she was.

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Quatre rang the door bell to Dorothy's house later that evening. Although their relationship was sort of in the air, he wanted to see her often. The guys, especially Duo and Trowa, had teased him unmercifully. When he said it was complicated, he meant it. Dorothy was an enigma to him and probably herself. He never knew what was going on in her mind.

The door opened and her butler, Mr. Oran answered with a dour expression on his face.

"Mr. Winner, I'm afraid Ms. Dorothy isn't up for visitors at the moment." the butler said.

Noting the look, Quatre became instantly concerned. "What's wrong?"

"She's..indisposed." Mr. Oran said. He moved to block the young man's entrance inside.

Frowning now, Quatre stepped forward over the threshold. "I want to see her. What's happened to her? I'm a friend, sir. Please?"

Sighing, Mr. Oran moved back to let Quatre into the foyer. "Follow me."

Taking Quatre upstairs, he paused outside a door. Quatre, even more concerned now, opened the door and couldn't believe his eyes. Dorothy was sprawled upside down on the bed, with empty wine bottles littering her floor. She groaned when the hall light hit her face and threw her arms over her eyes in protection. It was a truly disturbing scene for Quatre to encounter.

"What in the world? Dorothy?" Quatre said, kneeling by her head. Her hair was so long it reached the floor and Quatre had to push it aside to get close enough. She was half dressed, wearing a burgundy dress and nothing up top but her white bra. Blushing, he turned to Mr. Oran for answers.

"Her mother's to blame. Dorothy came home hysterically crying and locked herself in her room. She started drinking two hours ago and as you can see, she's consumed a lot." Mr. Oran sighed.

Quatre picked her up, turning her the right way before laying her down on her pillows. She wearily cracked open her eyes to see him.

"Go away Winner. I-I don't need any lectures from you saintly boy." Dorothy said, rolling onto her stomach and closing her eyes.

"I'll go start a batch of coffee. I'll leave her to you." the butler said, shutting the door.

"What happened to you, Dorothy? What did your mother do?" he gently rubbed her back.

She said nothing as she clenched her eyes shut, but tears leaked through. Shifting to sit on the bed, Quatre wiped her eyes and continued rubbing her back. His concern was too much to deal with and Dorothy began to loudly cry. Immediately, Quatre lifted her in his arms.

"What happened? You can tell me anything, Dorothy." he said.

"My mother hates me and always will and I don't know why. She tricked me again. She'll never change." she whispered, hiding her face in his neck.

She explained to him about her visit with her mother and the fake reconciliation Fredricka conned her into believing she wanted. She talked of the anger she felt and the sadness her own mother cared more about money than she did her.

Quatre became enraged as he listened to Dorothy's sad tale. *That awful woman wasn't fit to be anyone's parent.* He wasn't one to hate, but at moment he was so disgusted with Fredricka Catalonia, he felt he might change his mind. Too be so cruel wasn't human.

"I'm so sorry, Dorothy. It's not your fault your mother is the way she is. You deserve so much better than her." he said.

"It is my fault. I let myself get taken again. I am a gullible fool like she said."

"Don't ever say that again or think it. You have a kind heart. I'm sorry she's abused it so." Quatre replied. He felt such a feeling of protectiveness flood him and knew he was steadily falling in love with her.

She snorted. *Kind heart? Only to someone like him.*

They stopped talking after that and when Mr. Oran came back with the coffee, they were asleep. He smiled as he closed the door. He prayed this young man would not hurt Dorothy. She had been hurt far too much.

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Dorothy rolled over and snuggled into the chest she was currently using as a pillow. Jerking awake, she moaned as the worst headache in man kinds history pounded in her brain. Damn hangovers! She'd never drink again. Looking up, she smiled at Quatre sleeping face before grimacing from her headache. He looked like an angel. Maybe he was. He consistently tried to cheer her up and told her she was a good person. Maybe he knew something she didn't know. Although if he was an angel, he didn't sleep like one. He slept with his mouth partly open, snoring softly. Well, that was something to tease him over when he woke.

***************

When Quatre woke, the bed was empty. He listened and heard water running in the bathroom. She was in the shower. He tried not to picture her naked in there with only a door separating them. He blinked at a scratching noise at the other door and went to go investigate. Opening it, Chloe ran inside the room. He smiled down at her.

"I guess I'm on your territory, huh? You're probably wondering what I'm doing here?" Quatre said.

Chloe watched him closely before brushing her body against his leg. She purred loudly while she rubbed.

"Guess that means I have your approval to stay?" Quatre smiled when she meowed her answer.

Coming out of the bathroom, Dorothy waltzed out wearing nothing but a skimpy pink towel. Her hair was wet and plastered to her face and neck, while water beaded all over her rosy skin. Quatre visibly swallowed and felt an instant reaction below.

Walking slowly toward her, she moved to meet him halfway. He couldn't take his eyes off her and gently reached out to caress her face. She leaned her head into his hand before pushing it gently away. Stepping close, she put her arms around his shoulders. Her towel was pressed tightly between them.

"What are you doing, saintly boy? Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Dorothy smirked. She caressed his soft hair at the nape and smiled when his breathing changed.

"I'd be a great liar if I said I wasn't attracted to you, Dorothy. I always have been and seeing you again just makes me think about you more." Quatre said.

"Yeah, I know. I can feel how attracted to me you are." she said, pulling a bit of his hair.

He had the grace to blush before he bent down to take her lips. He kissed her soft lips while he let his hands rove over her back, before one slid around front. He gently touched her breast, squeezing delicately and was rewarded when Dorothy moaned into his mouth. He whispered love words into her mouth, his breath warm and sweet. Rubbing her hands over his neck and shoulders, she smiled when Quatre bit her lips softly. Pushing the towel away it fell to her feet and Dorothy stood unashamed or embarrassed in front of him.

Quatre stared down at her. Did she realize she was driving him insane? Seeing the naughty smile on her face, he knew she did.

The sight of her pale breasts and dark pink nipples stirred him like no other. He sighed and reached for her again. His arms slid over her hips and in a swift graceful movement he lifted her into his arms.

Dorothy wound her arms around his neck as she nipped at his ear lobe. He practically threw her on top of her bed as he eased her down and released her. He stepped, pulling off his pale blue t shirts, and unfastened his jeans. Saying nothing, Dorothy watched him undress, laying down with her legs slightly apart. Hearing him suck in his breathe made her grin. She was turned on even more by the sight of his sculpted body. He was even more beautiful unclothed. The golden hair that was sprinkled over his chest narrowed to a straight line down his flat belly, then brushed out at his groin. His sex was swollen, thrust out from his groin, and all she could do was fan herself in anticipation. He was definitely nothing like that sorry gentleman she'd brought home the night of the party.

He sat down beside her, pressing her onto her back. He clamped his arms on either side of her, holding her still.

"Dorothy, touch me," he said against her lips.

Slowly she raised her hands to caress him over his chest. She could feel the steady pounding of his heart beneath her palm. He was so warm, his flesh smooth. She opened her mouth and kissed him, taking control. His hand moved to stroke her throat, then upward to caress her chin.

"Quatre." she moaned. It was an relentless assault but oddly exciting. She probed his mouth, touching her tongue to his. She ran her fingers along his jaw line, back circling his neck before clutching his hair in her hands. Suddenly, Quatre grabbed and pulled her hands away from him. He pulled them up over her head, trailing deep kisses over her neck and chest.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice husky now. He kissed her breasts, lovingly stroking them before cupping one. His mouth closed over her, lips tugging gently at her, teeth nipping at her flesh. Her cries drove him wild with lust. He slipped his arm beneath her, arching her back upward to caress more deeply.

"Who'd ever think you were such a tease?" Dorothy whispered, digging her nails into his shoulders.

"I learned from the best." His jerked at her nails dug deep and groaned out loud. Sliding a leg between her legs, his hand lightly touched her belly.

She felt him exploring her, stroking her inner thighs, touching her intimately. She gasped when he slipped two fingers inside her. She heard him draw in a shuddering breath. He began to caress her rhythmatically. She was moist and ready for him, wanted him.

Quatre thought he'd die if he didn't possess her soon. He closed his mouth over her once again, the symbolic thrusting of his tongue and fingers driving him wild with his own need. Seeing her eyes darkened in passion, he deepened the pressure of his finger, needing to see her completion.
When she finally jerked and cried out, he smothered her cries of pleasure that rang out loudly in the room.

"I can't take much more." Pulling his mouth away, Quatre groaned as she shivered underneath him. He lurched forward, parting her legs as far as they could go, before thrusting inside her. He closed his eyes as the most incredible feeling came over him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he almost lost it.

Dorothy cried out and tried to muffle her cries of enjoyment. She almost cursed him for making her feel this way. She moved against his wild thrust. Her back arched as she whimpered from pleasure on top on pleasure hit her. Grasping the back of his head, she snaked one hand between their sweaty bodies and touched him below. Her touch made him wild because his thrusts became erratic and Dorothy sighed at the feel of it. Finally she tightened her hold as she let out an intense cry and climaxed in his arms. A few seconds later he joined her, his chest falling against her. He lifted his head to kiss her on the mouth and she sighed happily against him. She'd worry about the implication of her actions later. Right now she'd just enjoy it and enjoy him.

Alrighty then. That's that. Hope you all liked it. I need some more Q/D likers to come by and review. Give me your opinions. And thanks to all who have reviewed before. Bye! Until next time.