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Bohemian Rhapsody

By Devon Masterson

Movement Nine

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"I will be the one who loves you…"

"Victoria!" the Countess greeted as she came down the stairs. She hugged her youngest child then held her at arms length to look her over more closely. At the funeral she was not able to talk with her daughter the way she would have liked. "You look plain, darling. Blue is not your color. I am glad that I ordered you a red dress to wear at the wedding. You were the only one that looked nice in red. It brings out your features more. The rest of us look like Christmas." Her green eyes sparkled as she held Victoria until her attention shifted. "This must be your beau."

"Countess, this Trowa Barton," Victoria introduced.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Trowa replied as he took her offered hand and kissed it lightly.

The Countess smiled at the young man's manners and good looks. "It is a pleasure, Mr. Barton. I am glad that you were able to make it." She looked toward one of the servants. "Wilhelm, take Lady Victoria and Mr. Barton's things to their room."

"Countess, is it isn't necessary that we…"

"Nonsense, darling, you have not been home in ten years. I am not going to let you escape," she interrupted.

Victoria sighed. She knew she wasn't going to win that battle. "Sharing a room…"

"Darling, I have been in this world for quite some time and you are my sixth child. I know standards have changed. Think nothing of it."

"Yes, Countess," she said lowly.

Trowa said nothing but squeezed her hand gently. The Countess noticed this and smiled. She looped her arm around Trowa's and led him into the parlor. "Mr. Barton, I would love it if you joined me for tea. I want to hear all about you and Victoria." Victoria stood there in shock. She had done it to her again. "Come, Victoria, it is not lady like to gawk."

"Yes, Countess," she said lowly as she joined them in the parlor.

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Victoria sat on the bed watching Trowa make his sleep pallet. They may have to share a room but sharing a bed was not part of the plan. She shut the lamp off once he was settled in. They had just come from an exhausting day of fittings for the wedding. She hadn't been to one since she was a child and had forgotten all the activity that was involved when one her family members married. It had been established that all weddings would be done in turn of the century garments, the fifteenth century. So she and Trowa spent rest of the day getting poked and pinned for the final mending. The wedding was tomorrow and they were just getting to bed at one. At least the wedding would be an afternoon one followed by a ball for the new bride and groom. "Thank you for putting up with this," she said lowly. She was still sitting on the bed.

"It could be worse," he commented. "I find it interesting. I've never been to a wedding before."

"I'm glad it's a learning experience for you," she sighed.

Trowa sat up and looked at Victoria. "You shouldn't let her intimidate you into situations."

She raised an eyebrow in the dim moonlight. "It's not like I can handle them the way I do insubordinate soldiers. The last insolent person I encountered I dropped him out of a plane and shot him. They are my family. I have to actually deal with them."

Trowa sat on the edge of the bed and took her hands in his. It seemed so natural that the neither thought anything of it. "Victoria, you're one of the strongest people I know. You can stand up to her. I know you can. I have faith in you."

"You're right," she said lowly with more confidence. She never would have imagined that someone would be giving her a pep talk on standing up to someone. It was then that she became aware of his contact. She blushed furiously and pulled her hands away.

Trowa looked at her curiously. It was new to see her uncomfortable like this. Without thinking, he touched her face gently. "I didn't mean to scare you," he whispered softly.

"I'm fine," she said lowly. He had gentle hands and she couldn't help but turn her face to them.

He was surprised by her response and dared to let his hand linger further. Sin is always a second, third, fourth, infinity time thing. He kissed her tenderly. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. In response to her acceptance, he pushed her down on to the bed and kissed her hungrily. He pulled away for a second and looked at her. "I don't want to use you," he said lowly.

She smiled and touched his face. "Good, because I won't let you," she replied as she kissed him.

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Sunlight streamed through the curtains waking Victoria from her rested slumber. She stirred slightly and blinked the sleep away. Strong arms encircled her protectively causing her to fully open her eyes. "Good morning," she greeted half surprised. She almost expected him to be gone.

"Good morning," he said. He kissed her forehead and smoothed back her hair. Last night had been what his heart needed and everything that his fantasies conjured up. He was able to make love to her and tell her how he really felt. Now he had to hope that he didn't scare her away.

"Trowa…" she began when a soft knock came through the door.

"Lady Victoria, your mother told me to let you and Master Trowa sleep, but I kept your breakfast warm and will serve it whenever you're ready."

Victoria pulled away from Trowa's embrace. She pulled her robe about her body and cracked the door open slightly. "Thank you, Tricia, we will be ready in one hour."

"Very good my Lady," she said with a large smile on her face. She bowed her head and went down stairs.

Victoria shut the door and sighed as she lay on the bed. She could tell from the maid's expression that everyone knew what transpired in their room last night. They had actually made the effort to keep it quiet, unnecessarily she supposed. "We'd better get dressed then we have the final fittings."

Trowa nodded then sat up. He tilted her chin towards him so that she could look into his eyes. "I meant everything I said last night."

"I know you did," she said shyly. "I just want to take things a little slower from now on that's all."

"That's fine." He kissed her deeply then got out of bed. He did not intend for any of this to happen, but it was bound to happen as he watched Heero's memory slip further and further from her mind. He couldn't help but be tempted. As for making love to her, he admitted that was too far, but it felt so right. He would enjoy this weekend and think about how to handle it later.

"I was thinking that we could take a shower," she commented as she walked to the bathroom. "It would be faster if we took one together and we'd save on natural resources."

He noted her mischief and decided to bite. "I always did support conservation," he commented as he followed her then shut the door behind them.

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"I am glad you two were finally able to make it," the Countess commented. She motioned for them to join her on the terrace for late breakfast. Everything was essentially in order with the wedding three hours away and she thought a break was in order. "Did you two sleep well?" She smiled knowingly.

Victoria blushed. "Very well thank you."

"Yes, thank you," Trowa replied.

"Good," she beamed her jade eyes sparkling. "So when are you going to ask my daughter to marry you, Mr. Barton?"

"Countess!" Victoria exclaimed.

"Oh, Darling, it's a perfectly appropriate question. I have your welfare in mind. I will not have you becoming an old maid. You are twenty-four and still unmarried. I know Mr. Barton is interested by the way he looks at you and so are you. I just want to cut to the chase. You know I am not accustomed to tip toeing around the obvious and I want to know how long must you be strung along before he finally decides it is time to settle."

"Enough, Mother," Victoria said as she stood. The Countess raised an eyebrow curiously and looked at her daughter. "Trowa and I are taking our time and we will get married when we decide that it is time. I would appreciate that you would no further meddling in my love life. I am perfectly capable of handling my own affairs."

The Countess stared at her youngest born intensely for a moment. "Well spoken, my dear, I was wondering how long you would let me push your around. Now if your brothers and sisters would assert themselves. I wonder about them sometimes and I will not be around forever. Excuse me, Mr. Barton for using you to teach my daughter a lesson."

Victoria sat down in shock then narrowed her eyes. The woman was impossible. "It's okay," Trowa remarked. He squeezed Victoria's hand. He was proud of her for taking a stand.

"Now eat up, you two the wedding is in three hours," she excused as she stood. "I will see you later."

"Countess, why? I…"

The Countess kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Leverage, my darling, someone has to look after everyone when I am gone. I always knew it would you. You are the only one of my children that is bossy as me." She winked then glided away.

"You're mother is an intriguing woman," Trowa commented as he took a sip of juice. "But then so are you."

Victoria shook her head as she took a bite of her toast. "Yes, she is."

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Trowa walked down the stairs of Victoria's apartment. The only way the weekend could have been more perfect would be if there were alone and she felt as strongly as he did. A pang of guilt suddenly tugged at him as he walked to his car. What was he going to tell Heero? Of course he was starting to wonder if he would even care. His friend of six years never seemed to be very interested in knowing about she was getting along. It was almost like she was a distraction that he didn't need right now. It angered him that he treated her that way, perhaps that is what made it harder for him to resist her.

"Where the hell have you been?" Duo asked as he walked up.

Trowa turned around. "I thought you were in Tokyo."

"I thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to?" He answered. "But I didn't expect this. Are you sleeping with her?"

"Duo.."

Duo took his response for an affirmative. "How could you do this, man? Heero's you're friend. You were supposed to look after her not replace him."

"He hasn't contacted her in over a month."

"And that makes it right?" Duo asked incredulously.

"No it doesn't," Trowa replied angrily, "but I love her and I couldn't bare to watch her go on like she was."

Duo's eyes widened and everything clicked into place. His features softened. "Since last year?"

"I've loved her for awhile, but it was last year that I decided to do something about it."

"Damn it, Trowa," Duo sighed. He fiddled with his braid. A nervous habit he had never grown out of. "I don't know what to say. I know what he did was wrong, but what you did was too."

"I know," he replied. "I betrayed him and I'm sorry, but I don't regret what passed between us just that it might hurt him."

"So what are you going to tell him?"

Trowa looked at him friend intensely. "The truth, I'm not going to hide it from him."

Duo put his hands behind his head. "I don't know if I can take all of this drama. Love triangles. Hostile Takeovers. Friend against friend. This is worse than the damn Young and the Restless."

"I'm sure it is not that ridiculous," Trowa commented at the light heart analogy. Duo was making an attempt to make him feel better. "Thank you, Duo."

"You're welcome, Trowa," he said unsure. The situation was bad and he didn't know what side to take.

"If he asks don't hide the truth," Trowa said as he opened the car door and got inside.

Duo nodded then walked away. He prayed that Heero would never ask him. He wasn't sure what Heero's feelings were towards anymore her but he didn't want be in a `shoot the messenger' situation. "Heero, why didn't you just tell her how you felt? If you did then we wouldn't be in this situation."

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