Ice Queen's Revenge: Chapter 4 (Q X D)

[The Engrish Spy]

Ice Queen?s Revenge
Rating: NC-17

Authors Notes: I found it. I found my lost chapter and here it is for you. And After a long hiatus here on the board I'm back. Enjoy! Thanks to all those who are impressed with my story. I love you All!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything that is mentioned here. I also want to mention that I do not intend to offend people with my poor grammar and such.



Things were not going as smoothly as Dorothy began to plan the huge wedding that was to happen in a matter of weeks. There were people to invite, a dress to chose, soon to be sister in laws to fight with, a prenuptial to draft, and a groom who seemed to torture her with his body each night. Dorothy was only into her second day of this whole fiasco and she was regretting every minute of it.

She rubbed her temples as Gella laid another bridal magazine in front of her and pointed to a very traditional Arabic Wedding dress. Dorothy of course was not going to let the only chance that she had at a marriage, however fake it was, go to waste on Arabic traditions. Althea sensed this and tried endlessly to persuade Gella to ease up on Dorothy. It did not work and Dorothy was forced to listen to tales of Gella?s red and gold beaded dress with gold bangles and henna decorated arms and feet. Sighing, she wished for a distraction that would shut the woman up about how lovely and extravagant their wedding was to be. It would rival the old ceremonies of old.

The phone rang and Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief as she reached for the receiver.

?Hello,? Dorothy said effectively shutting up Gella who knew better then to talk when someone was on the phone.

?It?s Une,? the voice on the other end grunted.

Dorothy?s face lighted up in a smirk, ?What does the Boss and protector of my little cousin want today??

?I just read today?s paper. Guess who?s on the front page?? she replied crossing her arms across her chest.

?Um, Relena has a baby boy?? Dorothy answered in a saccharine voice toying with Une.

?Try harder, Major Catalonia,? Une stressed.

?Oh you mean the Title ?Winner Heir to marry,?? she said nonchalantly.

?Bingo,? Une said.

?Yeah well that?s not my fault,? Dorothy said and then turned to look at Althea and Gella who were fighting again about what type of dress Dorothy should where.

?When were you going to tell me that you had fallen for the Sandrock pilot,? Une?s expression turned from anger to slyness in a matter of nanoseconds.

Dorothy groaned and then began the sordid tale that was her life up to that very moment, which included at huge dinner disaster that had gone wrong and a meeting of at least ten of Quatre?s sisters.

?You do not have it as bad as you think,? Une stated at the end of Dorothy?s tale.

?Tell me what could be worse then a boy who toys with me and his adorable twenty nine sisters,? Dorothy uttered from behind her hands.

?You could have one very overprotective brother trying to stop a marriage at all costs,?

?Have one. Only He is a she,? Dorothy muttered and then thought back to the call she had received last night from one Nivinia, Quatre?s oldest sister of the twenty nine.

?Still I think you should at least give this a try. I?ll also be there for all the theatrics,? Une said with a shrug and a smile.

?Thanks. By the way do you think you could pull my mothers pearls from storage at the house and send it here? She wanted me to wear them at my wedding. Dying wish and all,? Dorothy said nonchalantly.

Une nodded and then gave the girl a quick goodbye and then the screen went black. Dorothy sighed again and then turned to face the bickering sisters with gusto.

~*~


?Why did I bring you on this trip,? Quatre murmured under his breath as the naked, sleeping Dorothy flung her arm and leg over him in the bed.

Both had slept naked for the past two nights, but for Dorothy it seemed natural and a part of life for her. Quatre, on the other hand, had slept in a form of pajamas since a young age, weather it had been his underwear or a set of silk pajamas. She snuggled closer and Quatre groaned as he felt a hand slip down to his now hardening manhood. He closed his eyes and willed the hand to stop. It did not.

This was also the second night that Dorothy had feigned sleep to try and distract Quatre from his prerogatives. He could tell she was not sleeping by the way her breath was not slow or deep. Last night she had massaged his skin with slow and sensual gestures. This had left him with a hard member that was nothing that the dream Dorothy caused him. She made him fear thing that he did not want to fear. He had been grappling with the fear of what she was capable of doing and what she might do to him on this trip, plagued him since she had first stepped out of that limo at the airport in New Port. Yet this was going beyond his expectations.

The painfully pleasurable torture he was receiving was driving him mad with want, lust and hate. With each stroke of what he now took for as her delicate hand was going to bring him to a death and a release that would never be seen in the world. Quatre gripped a fist full of the white silk sheets on the bed and continued to grip with force as the hand languidly stroked up and down.

He mentally cursed the day of ever making the deal with her in the first place as the strokes grew faster and tighter. He let his mind wander to the feeling of her replacing the tightness of her hand with the thought of her womanhood. It then wandered to wondering if she was as tight as her hand. He was so deep in thought that Quatre never noticed the slithering of the warm body beside him, to his midsection.

Quatre emitted a loud moan from his mouth as the hand was replaced with the warmth and moist feeling that felt like mouth. The torture stopped for a few seconds and Quatre tried to regain his bearings quickly. He opened his eyes and then glanced down towards his stomach and was greeted with a small bulge under the sheets. The malicious giggling that he knew all too well could be heard from under the silk sheet.

Throwing off the sheet, he tried to stare at the disheveled blond who lay between his splayed legs. She had his penis in one hand and the other under her to support her weight. She was flushed and covered in a fine sheen of sweat from the humid hot air that came from being near the ocean and equator. Her eyes were a water blue gray that looked as if the ocean were some how transplanted into her body replacing the cold hard glare of her normally ice blue eyes. Her pastel pink lips were glossy and twisted into a wicked smile.

?I told you I would win, MASTER Winner,? she said emphasizing the master again and then continued to work on Quatre?s hard manhood.

?Oh Allah,? Quatre cursed and then let his hands travel from their death grip on the silk sheets to her blond head to tangle in the flaxen coloured locks.

Dorothy grinned maliciously and then began to cup his testicles, gently rolling and caressing them in her palm. Quatre?s audible gasps turned to incoherent words. His grip on her head became almost painful and his bucking hips almost uncontrollable, but Dorothy was enjoying this to the fullest. If she was going to fight him, she was going to do it the only way she could. Sex always proved to be a powerful weapon when it came to men. They could not resist her or what she had to offer.

?What do you want Quatre?? she asked in a husky voice.

?Stop? Don?t?Oh Allah,? he ground out as she alternated her mouth and her hand.

?So what?ll it be? Do I stop or shall I continue?? Dorothy said with a giggle as she watched the blonde haired boy wriggle under her excruciating administrations of enjoyable torture.

?I hate you Dorothy,? Quatre managed to ground out before he tensed suddenly and then relaxed.

Dorothy drank up his essences as much as she could. She raised her head from his manhood and cocked a smug grin on her face as she watched as Quatre came down from his climax. He was flushed and his breathing was short and shallow, looking at her with half close lids. She gave him a self-righteously giggle and then trailed her hands up to his chest to stroke the overly sensitive skin there. Quatre shuddered and then unceremoniously as well as slowly reached for her hand, moving it away from his body.

?Ah I see we are not one for after play are we,? she added arrogantly.
Quatre grunted and then rose from the bed. Dorothy continued to watch him as he strode naked to the bathroom. Just before shutting the door he heard her call to him.

?See Quatre, I play just fine with the Devil,? she said cheekily.

~*~

A man with brown hair and light hazel eyes sat under a palm tree in the restaurant off the main street in the downtown district of Manama. Holding the small glass tea cup decorated with an intricate silver handle, he sipped the mint tea with precise care and then dabbed his lips with the crisp, spotless, napkin at his side on the table. He closed his eyes and let the mint flavor flow over his tong and let it take him back to the days that he had shared this tea with another. He crossed his arms across his chest and let the memories to invade his senses.

?Trowa!? exclaimed a voice that he knew all too well.

Opening his eyes, he let his hazel gaze lie on a man dressed in a white, pristine shora with a white cap adorning the platinum blond hair he knew all too well. Standing up he waited for the blonde to hug him. Once they were seated again, he watched under the brown hair as Quatre picked up the menu and began to read.

?I read the paper today,? Trowa found himself asking his friend as he took another sip.

Almost immediately the jovial look on Quatre?s face was replaced by one of unhappiness.

?So, why?? Trowa asked.

Quatre placed the menu down on the table and then looked out the window, ?It?s a long story.?

?We?ve got time don?t we,? Trowa stated and then drained the last of the mint tea from his cup.

?Right you are,? Quatre replied.

~*~


?When in Rome, do as the Roman?s do,? Relena said as she and Dorothy sat through one of the numerous women activities that came with planning an Arabic wedding.

?Some times I don?t understand why I agreed to this in the first place,? Dorothy said as she winced from the cold slimy goop they put on her feet.

?I do,? Relena said with a smirk.

Dorothy rolled her eyes and then looked down to the old women adorning her feet. She was forced to sit through a henna session at least for Gella. She had finally won the right to wear at least the wedding dress of her choice and it was a last minute find for the designer. He was whipping up a customary wedding dress in less time then it took new designers to draw their fall/winter collections.

She remembered looking at the design just today. It was a mock V-neck bodice with three quarter length sleeves done in ivory reversible satin shantung. Under the breast of the dress there was a gold ivy appliqu? that stopped just as the dress fanned out into the floor length ball gown skirt. There back of the dress tapered out just enough to allow for a train to drag but not much. She had been impressed at the fitting this morning that he had been able to turn out such a beautiful dress.

Relena?s bride?s maid?s dress was also something to be proud of. It was an exquisite satin A-line dress with a translucent Organza jacket, that was cut much like her dress, all done in a campaign colour. If this was to be the only chance at an all out wedding, Dorothy was going to use this to her advantage.

?So what do you plan to go for you honeymoon?? on of Quatre?s sisters ask

Dorothy was jolted back to reality but did not have an answer for her. Relena sensing this apprehension in Dorothy stepped in.

?Dorothy and Quatre will be going to my summer house off the coast of Greece,? Relena said with a smile.

Dorothy frowned and then started to protest only to have Relena raise her hand.

?Since the birth of my son, there is no way I will be spending any time there soon. As my best friend you should go and have some you time.?

Dorothy nodded and then threw her arms around Relena in a hug only to mess up the henna being applied to her feet and have the older women began to grumble as well.

~*~

Dorothy had gone to bed before he decided to come up to the room. She lay on her side facing the window where the warm sea air blew in. The silky sheets pooling around her waist, and her milky white skin beckoned him to her. Discarding his shirt, shoes, tie and briefcase, Quarter slowly made his way to the bed and sat down on the edge to watch her sleep.

It was the first time he had ever seen her sleeping he noticed that she seemed more innocent, and vulnerable in her sleep. Her left arm was flung out straight, supporting her head while her right arm was close to her mouth. She was murmuring incoherent words and her face would twitch in to a face of fear. He reached out a hand to sweep back some of the hair off her face. She quickly shot from her sleep and went on the defensive. She locked eyes with him, icy blue holding warm aquamarine.

Quatre shocked that she was now holding a silver pistol and that she did not care that she was naked at all. She was breathing heavily and he could see a small drop of sweat roll down her face. She then lowered the gun and then placed it back under the pillow.

?I take it you?ve come to take what you need,? she said sarcastically.

Quatre just started at her. She was a beautiful, haunting creature that was hidden behind the hard cold fa?ades that she seemed to emulate in every day life around him. Yet he discovered her weakness and she was not going to let him live.

She was crawling on hand and foot towards him. He gulped as she placed his hand on her breast and began to massage, with help from her own. Quarter elicited a small gasp as his hand could feel the nipple begin to pucker. She moaned at his ministrations and then gave a deep throaty chuckle.

?You like that don?t you.?

All Quatre could do was nod. She reached for his other and then began to guide his hand downwards towards her pelvic area. As she guided him through each stroke and each new sensation, he felt himself harden to the point that the white pants he wore seemed too small.

?Get rid of the pants,? she said seeming to sense his thoughts.

Pulling away from her, he stood up from the bed. Dorothy smiled and then laid on her back near the pillows. Spreading her legs, she began to pet herself and watched through half lidded eyes as Quatre seem to forget his pants.

?This is too far,? Quatre thought as he watched Dorothy bring herself to orgasm with the petting.

?Come on Quatre time to stratify you inner needs,? she said in a sexy tone.

Quatre could not resist anymore. Tearing off his pants, he joined her on the bed. He settled between her legs. His eyes locked once more with his and then he was somehow inside her. It was tight, warm and the most interesting experience he had ever felt. He experimentally pushed forward and enjoyed the tightness that seemed to be trying to expel him.

?Is this how you plan to seduce a wife, Quarter?? she seemed to mock him as he began to push.

Opening his eyes he looked down noticing that she was cold and hard as ever, yet there was something in her eyes that betrayed her, or least trying to. She shifted her hips up to his and he closed his eyes again. He continued like that till the pressure built enough to finally explode, and much like he did a few days ago, he exploded, but this time in Dorothy?s body. Placing his head at the crook of her shoulder and neck, Quatre tried to regain some sense of the world around him. He smiled as he thought back to how Duo explained the first orgasm as the best sensation in you life. Quatre just hopped it got better. He finally pulled away from Dorothy and rolled to his side of the bed and fell into a blissful and dreamless sleep.

Dorothy on the other hand got up from the bed, and grabbed the white silky robe she had brought and placed it on her body. She walked across the room to the lounge and took the extra pillows and blankets from the closet and set up shop on one of the couches. Laying down she thought back. She had just had sex with a man. She had just had sex with a man who was too caught up in the sensations, too caught up with being a man to notice one big thing.

?What did I just do?? she thought as she cried herself to sleep.

TBC?

[Neoen]

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[HeerosChick1842]

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