Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Did it work? ❯ Did it work? ( Chapter 1 )

Did it work?
by cozzybob

 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. If it's recognizable at all, the universe of Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Sunrise and other shareholders. Not me. I did not make any money borrowing them and do not plan to do so in the future. This, like all other fanfiction, was written for sheer pleasure alone.

Rated: G

 

Pair: 4xD

 

Warning: lime, sappy fluff

 

Note: Written for the GW500 community on livejournal, challenge 52--charcoal

She grasped the small piece of charcoal in a firm grip, her thumb absently rubbing black smudges as she stared down at her paper, lips pursed in a half-smirk, half-frown. She looked up ahead to her subject, who was sitting annoyed in a sea of white sheets, naked as the day is born. His voice was crisp with authority when he spoke, even if the woman didn't react, or care.

 

"Get on with it, Dorothy," he waved a hand in the air, slashing at nothing. "I'm not going to sit here forever while you gloat at me."

 

Dorothy--smug as ever--sighed happily and shrugged. She continued to rub the charcoal piece against her thumb as she stared down at the paper, then up her subject, clearly looking for something.

 

The man, annoyed, snorted and rolled his eyes. "What the hell are you waiting for?"

 

"I just don't see it." Dorothy hummed an affirmative little frown, mocking contemplation as she tapped a finger to her chin. "It's just not there."

 

The man lifted an eyebrow. "What's not there?" He was naked, wrapped in the blankets rather uncomfortably, and he just wanted to go to bed, where it was warm and cozy and away from his devil of a wife.

 

Dorothy waved vaguely. "It," she said. "It's not there."

 

"What's 'it'?"

 

"You," she nodded. "You're not there. That isn't you. I can't draw you if you aren't there."

 

His eyes rolled again. "Just draw the picture, Dorothy."

 

"Sorry, Quatre. I can't."

 

The man--blonde, blue-eyed, the epitome of baby-faced danger--muttered and shook his head. His shoulders were tense, his fists bunched into tight balls as he silently gritted his teeth, fuming his anger away.

 

"Wait!" Dorothy grinned savagely, looking at her subject with a critical eye. "Don't you move a muscle, Quatre-dear. Keep scowling. It's cute."

 

There was a grumble and a few choice curses to answer her. He didn't stop scowling.

 

Dorothy hummed softly to herself as the small black piece of charcoal sketched his form with exceptional skill, giving great detail on the face, while leaving his lower extremities and the blankets unfinished. The face, scowled with anger and annoyance, gave the image an odd funny look, a look that didn't entirely seem to fit the blonde boy everyone thought they knew, but Dorothy felt fit him rather well.

 

She sighed happily as she finished, and put the charcoal down, smiling smug to herself. Quatre had stopped scowling about two minutes ago, and now resorted to a small little frown. In a tired voice he said, "Are you done now?"

 

Dorothy just stalked across the room toward her subject, and, happy grin never wavering, answered with a tongue in his mouth. Quatre made a funny sound and kissed her back. Before Dorothy could get to base, though, Quatre shook his head and glared at her.

 

"I want to see it."

 

Dorothy arched an evil eyebrow and said nothing, her lips quirked slightly.

 

"I want to see it, Dorothy," he repeated.

 

The woman sighed in annoyance and got up, grabbing the paper and walking back to her subject on the floor. She handed him in the drawing and Quatre scoffed and pointed. He didn't like the scowl on his face. "That's not me," he said.

 

Dorothy laughed demonically. "Yes it is. You're always the grump in this relationship."

 

There was moment of contemplation before, "That's because no one ever thought it would work."

 

Dorothy smirked. "Who said it did?"

 

Quatre paused, his mouth open, then snapped it shut. With a sigh he said, "Exactly."

 

And he tossed the paper, skidding it across the floor, and kissed his wife soundly on the lips.

 

--Fini