Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Ultimate Sacrifice ❯ Tender Resolutions ( Chapter 2 )

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Eh he he, lemon in this chapter!

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The Ultimate Sacrifice: Chapter II

"Oh God Relena, what am I supposed to do?" Dorothy whimpered hopelessly to her one true friend, wishing that at least her friend would offer some caring advice to heed when she needed it.

"Do you suppose Quatre suspects anything?" Relena asked, anxiously.

"I don't know. As far as I know, Trowa is very good with masking his own emotions, and he did succeed concealing them from me."

"I see." Relena replied in an almost absentminded state, deep in thought.

"I'm completely baffled and perplexed and it seems as if I feel so sorry for him that I wish I could share his mutual feelings. At times, I catch him staring at inanimate things or the aimless space intently, and his eyes are completely empty, as if his soul was lost and there was nothing to live for." She said, sadly, surprising Relena as she said them. The feisty and lost young woman she so long ago knew utterly changed to someone so kind, so caring, and she gave one man full credit for changing her for the better - Quatre.

"So have your feelings for him changed since he told you?"

"Yes, those observations about him didn't bother me before, but now, every little thing I notice about him, makes me want to blame myself. I broke his heart, and treated him with such unfairness. I did this to him Relena, and I cannot forgive myself for such cruelty. I did this to him!" She suddenly broke into tears as she finished her sentence, completely breaking down. Just as she started crying, she heard muffled bawling from Relena's side of the line.

"Dorothy, I must go, the baby is crying and Heero isn't home today, I've sent the servants off, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Dorothy sniffled quietly. "Alright dear, thank you for being such a kind friend."

"Oh, and Dorothy?"

"Yes?"

"None of this is your fault, because this isn't anyone's fault at all. It happens at times." Relena said before smiling benignly and hastily terminating the connection.

Just as Dorothy sighed, and wiped her tears away, she heard a knock on the door.

"Mrs. Winner, Master Quatre is home."

Startled, Dorothy's poignant expression swiftly changed to an anxious appearance. She nearly jumped out of her chair, and tried to put up a straight face for her husband, as she ran to the mirror that was placed above an end table to fix her distressed appearance.

"I will be right there Rashid, be sure and tell the children." She confidently said, noticing the eye bags and her blotchy, stressed skin. She ran her fingers on them, before smoothing down her burgundy wrap-around dress.

'What should I be worried about? Why am I fussing over something I never cared about before?'

She took a deep breath before placing her hands on the cool knob, and turning it to open the large door.

She found Quatre in the main hall, greeting his children, and carrying little Garin.

As his eyes met hers, she hesitated to look away, feeling awkward all of a sudden. It was the same set of boyish, childlike eyes that saw through that vindictive exterior she used to have, and the same set that she saw so much warmth and sincerity in. He smiled warmly at her she tried not to run up to him and kiss him, and forget their recent argument.

"I see the business trip was cut short. I'm assuming things went well?" She spoke first, breaking the intent look he cast upon her.

"Uh, yes, apparently, the technical problems were not as critical as I expected them to be." He stammered stupidly, thinking that she could still be mad at him over the argument they had.

They resumed to staring at each other for a moment, until Garin started talking.

"Daddy did you get me anything?"

"What about me?" Genevieve cut in.

"And me?" Katrina said.

"How can I forget my three children? If you come up with me and help me unpack my luggage, I'll show you what I got you." He replied, motioning his hands to the stairs, the four of them walked up the grand stairs and disappeared from Dorothy's view.

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Dorothy lunged forward, swishing her sword skillfully against thin air, and disregarding the beads of sweat that were trickling down her forehead. It seems as if her old hobby was the only resort from all that she has been through the past few days. She wondered how her idea of a perfect life suddenly was swept and tattered by a whirlwind.

'If only he never told me, things would have gone better.'

"May I have the honor of challenging you to a duel?"

She whirled around, smirking at him.

"Why of course, my dear Mr. Winner!" She replied, swishing her saber in front of her, motioning for him to join her.

He carefully picked a foil from its holder, and finally picked one out, grinning at her before taking the starting position.

"En garde."

As they began dueling, Dorothy smirked at the slight advantage she had.

"It seems as if we haven't dueled in a while, haven't we, Quatre?" She smirked as her saber collided with his more forcefully.

They battled on, and she suddenly moved forward vehemently, catching him off guard, and causing his saber to fly in the air and fall to the floor.

Her saber landed to where she stabbed him before, and she stopped before she could stab him again.

"Ah. Touché." She let her saber fall to the ground, panting heavily.

Before she could realize, he grabbed her swiftly against him, and kissed her.

She was taken back by it at first, and then gradually put her arms around him, kissing him back, hard. He pressed her against the wall of the large room, and he thought he almost did that too intensely. She responded by wrapping her leg around his, deepening the kiss.

He pulled back suddenly, leaving them both pressing for air.

"I assume that I'm forgiven?"

She only smirked back at him, and kissed him passionately again.

He pulled back to nip at her earlobe then to kiss her neck, unbuttoning one or two buttons in her shirt.

She breathed for a while then whispered in his ear.

"Do you think we can make it to the bed?" She pulled back from his grip, and ran upstairs, to their bedroom.

"Don't think I can't get you!" He said as he chased after her.

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Two bodies trembled in utter indulgement and pleasure as they felt the climax of their lovemaking nearing. A strong, animalistic musk was suggested in the air, and the two bodies raggedly struggled for air in between passionate kisses and shuddering thrusts.

It was after dark, and the full moon provided the only light for the dim and shadowy room.

Dorothy, screeched for more, burrowing her red long nails up and down on his back, leaving red marks all over his flesh. He left a trail of steamy and ragged kisses from the corner of her neck and down to her breasts, sucking them gently at first, and then suckling viciously. He felt like he was going to explode any minute now and his eyes expressed it. He detached his mouth from her creamy breasts, and grasped her buttocks possessively, pushing her even tighter against him, if possible, thrusting into her ferociously. He moaned deeply as he felt his member practically being milked by her womanhood. His eyes looked at her stormy, gray orbs passionately and lustfully, before meeting her lips in an earth-shattering kiss, finally content that he could make love to her after so many days of longing. The kiss signaled the release, and she felt his warm seed flow on the inside of her.

His shivering body collapsed over hers after that, and he rested his sweat-soaked head over on her creamy and pale breasts, running his hands on her sides, savoring the aftermaths of the climax. She ran her hand through his mussed hair, and combed his hair with her fingers to untangle them.

"You know, we should have not done that especially with the whole house hearing us screeching violently." She said quietly after a prolonged moment of heavy breathing and panting.

"It was your fault, you tempted me into it." He said, grinning back, slightly blushing like a schoolboy.

She then carried his head and guided it so that his face could level with hers.

"Tell me you love me, tell me despite the fact that I did so many unspeakable things to you in the past that you will always do." She said her eyes nearly blurring finding it hard to accept the fact that a man like him loved a woman like her.

"I love you, Dorothy." She took her hands away from his head and looked away.

"Is anything wrong? Don't you love me too?" He asked, suddenly worried, noticing her action.

"What made you think that? I love you but I hurt you and said so many awful things to you in the past...I stabbed you and mocked your kind words. Oh, I'm so afraid that I'm not worthy of all of this. That I'm going to lose you. I'm so afraid..." Dorothy said, not looking at him, trying desperately not to cry. She wanted to tell the truth about what Trowa told her the past night but did not have the courage to because she was terribly afraid that she might lose him.

"Dorothy look at me." He asked of her calmly and she faced him.

"I've forgiven you for that. I love you and that's all that really matters." He pulled her face towards him and kissed her affectionately.

"Yes, that's all that really matters." She replied, nodding, as they broke apart. He carefully put his arms around her waist and rested his head on her breasts. She hoped that the way Quatre made love to her that night would make her forget about Trowa and giving in to him.

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Dorothy awoke in the middle of the night, with a cold sweat, because of a strange dream.

She was running in a large labyrinth, in her wedding gown, lost and trying to find her way out, but seeming to get even more lost as she kept on going. It was a dark and cold night, and snow fell freely from the heavens, covering the green grass with powdery white. It was freezing, and she wanted to get out before she could turn into a living snowman. She was unsure of where to go what to do. She didn't know where she was or what was waiting for her outside of the maze and why she even was there.

Then, when she almost found the way out, she woke up.

Quatre was still sleeping on her, holding her tight with his eyes shut.

'Then I will have to find my way out by myself.' Dorothy realized as she found out what her dream told her.

She carefully pushed Quatre off of her, to go somewhere, to think and to resolve. She looked lovingly at the man who saved her soul and kissed his lips gently before pulling the covers up. She got up and grabbed a robe from the chair that was near the bed and quietly slipped out of the room.

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"I know I'd find you here Trowa Barton." Dorothy slyly remarked as she found Trowa's tall and shadowy figure, sitting on a luxurious stool on the kitchen counter, drinking a cup of coffee in the dark.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping at this hour of the night?"

"You are not my mother. I can sleep whenever I want, at whatever time of the day." She smirked as he only looked at her with those empty and shallow eyes of his, and resumed to drinking his coffee. "Even my mother wouldn't tell me what to do."

"You're right, I'm not your mother, heck, you probably couldn't care less if I just curled up and died right here..." Came his cheerless reply.

'I am doomed with my love for you, and yet you don't care…' He thought unhappily.

Her triumphant smirk turned into a distressed expression and her features suddenly softened as she realized how much she has hurt him.

'Stop it, stop being so heartless Dorothy, you cannot do anything for him, and yet you are making it even worse.'

"Oh, Trowa, please, stop telling me this. Don't you realize the fact that everything was too late for us, even then? What if you were just confused and couldn't make out what was really going in your mind?" She looked at him bitterly.

"How the hell am I confused? Now you are telling me what I should want? You don't even know me, and yet you tell me it is not you who I love? I need to get away from here, I thought I Quatre him my life, I gave everything up to pay him back, and that included you. Now I don't know anything anymore."

"But he does not know-"

Before she could finish her sentence, he stalked out of the house, leaving her trailing behind him.

"Tell Quatre there was an accident in the Circus and I left to see Cathy." Trowa bluntly said as he reached the driveway and started on his motorcycle. And after saying that, he drove away to the dark road.

She sighed softly, and turned around, and decided not to run after him, for she did not know what to say to him and couldn't catch him anyway. She was lost and dazed herself. As she reached the back kitchen door, she closed it, hoping not to wake the house.

She gasped as she felt a set of arms envelope her waist unexpectedly.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Quatre! You frightened me!'

"I noticed that you crept out of the bedroom without me knowing it…" He said as she turned to place her hands on his chest.

"Uh, I just needed some water and I really couldn't sleep."

"Did you just wake up?"

"Yes. As I was going down here, I heard a motorcycle drive away, was that Trowa?"

"Yes dear, when I went down here because I couldn't sleep, he was about to scribble a note for you, you see, there was an accident at the Circus and he left to check on Cathy." Dorothy replied coolly, playing with the lapels of his robe.

"I just hope Cathy is alright."

"Me too."

"So do you want to creep back in bed with me hmm? If you still can't sleep, I can think of a way to get you tired…" He suggested, tugging on the straps of her robe.

"I'm still exhausted from tonight's rather pleasurable activity, and I've gotten quite sleepy. I advise that you save some of that enthusiasm for tomorrow night."

"Alright then, if you insist." He replied grinning.

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Trowa increased his speed on his motorcycle, angry at himself for being so foolish.

'You were well aware that she would ridicule your abiding love and yet you threw yourself in your own deception. You must be insane!' He thought to himself, cynically regretting what he had done over the past few days.

"I am insane…" He whispered out into the bitter sky as he felt the numbing whips of air hit his face, but for an unfeeling soldier like him, he virtually felt nothing, not even a broken heart, for it had been stolen, crushed and burned into ashes and now, no heart is left. It has been so long then, and he forgot how it was to feel.

'A lesson learned - acting on your emotions can only shatter your heart.'

But why her? Why must he happen to fall in love with a feisty, vain woman who only loved the one true friend he has ever had? There were others - yes, so many others, who followed him around, and could have loved him the way Dorothy could never have done, and yet he continued on. He tried countless means of forgetting her, but they were so futile and fruitless that he decided to admit it, and drown himself in his own pool of misery.

'There were many others…but every time I look at them, I compare them to her…'

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Next chapter… Why did Quatre ask Trowa to stay with Dorothy while he was away?

Haha I know, they're OOC, and I've put them into a lot of torture, with all bitter situations, Quatre is in for one biggie too, he just doesn't know it yet!

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