Ice Queen's Revenge Chapter 7/? Rated R "Limey Goodness

[The Engrish Spy]

Ice Queen?s Revenge
Rating: Mature (or NC-17 if you want to get technical)

A/N: Another chapter. Oh my goodness did this one kick around in my head for months. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing Bandai and Sunrise do as well as their respective animation companies. I am just humbly borrowing them for now.

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The days seemed to stretch for Dorothy on the Mediterranean island that was her prison. Days became routine, filled with sun, sand and silence. She rarely saw her husband around the house and though he was probably holed up in the expansive office that overlooked the ocean, working and keeping up to date with the world at large.

Bored she frequently made visits to the massive Peacecraft libraries and read books of violence, books by great thinkers and theory on war. She had been on her way back to return a leather bound copy of Machiavellian?s The Prince to the library when she hit a warm solid mass. Frustrated that she would have to bend and pick up the book she dropped and that it was a most likely a servant she bumped into. Dorothy let lose the ire and anger she had held in her for the past two weeks.

?How dare you to be standing in my way,? she raged, ?Do you not know who I am??

?I know perfectly well who you are,? came a calm quiet voice that at once the first sound off the lips of this person made Dorothy?s eyes go round yet narrowed to hid her surprise.

Bending down to pick up the book, Quatre examined the book with careful consideration. She just looked down the hall trying to occupied her now boiling anger.

?The Prince a likely choice of reading material for a woman who is now committed to Relena?s peace,? Quatre said off handily.

?I was bored. The knowledge of that man is vast and expandable. He was a great writer and a great politician,? she found herself defending.

?Bored?? Quatre questioned, ?How can you be bored in a place like this??

Dorothy just looked outside the French windows that seemed to line the hall they were in. The blue-green ocean seemed to be tossed and turned

?I just was,? she said softly.

Quatre just chuckled, ?I expected the great war maiden to avail herself of the gyms or be concerned with the ocean in front of us. Maybe even slipping into the towns and cities to shop and escape.?

Dorothy turned her nose up and the haughty air that seemed to engulf her as a teenager returned as she prepared to defend herself.

?I?m not as selfish as you think Master Winner. I was born of noble blood and will not subject myself to be seen with the rift raft in town,? she replied haughtily.

The smile seemed to grow on Quatre?s face and almost turned feral.

?Seeing that I am of noble blood, I was taught that a lady should never be seen darker then those who labour in the sun. Colouring is good but too much is not only unhealthy for you, it is unhealthy for your reputation.?

?You still claim to do a lot seeing as the old ways have died off,? Quatre countered with a smug grin.

Dorothy stopped short and let her eyes cast down. She brought her hand up to her chest and clenched her hand into a ball. She wished that the ball could remove all the feelings she had.

?I miss them you know,? she said quietly.

?Miss what?? Quatre asked stepping back from her.

?I miss the rules. I miss the power sometimes. I love Relena like a sister but I do miss it,? she said a little stronger.

Quatre seemed to understand and let her stand there to reminisce in her silence. In this unguarded state she was soft in all her features. The cold icy blue eyes gave way to a softer blue-grey tone that made something in Quatre?s heart leap and fall all in a matter of seconds.

In a swift move Quatre had now closed the distance and now held the quiet Dorothy in his arms. It was as if a demon had possessed him into the action but it felt so right to comfort her with what little he had to offer her. It was the right thing to do, was it?

Warmth and the steady beat of Quatre?s heart surrounded Dorothy as she clung for dear life in Quatre?s arms. This was right, this was where she belonged. She should have just told him that she loved him and then maybe it would be all over, the fear, the longing and maybe even the silence.

However nothing was ever that simple. She forcefully pushed herself away and then turned her gaze towards the windows again. She was pained slightly and was determinded to hide these emotions from him. But why oh why did she seem to find that it was necessary to hide her emotions.

?I see that you have rejected my company again, Mrs. Winner,? came Quatre?s voice, deep and filled with indignation.

Dorothy turned her eyes back and glared at the man in front of her. Sexy and blonde as he might be but rejecting she was not.

?Rejection comes in many forms, Mr. Winner,? she snarled and continued to taunt the man in front of her for some reason.

?I?ve rejected you once Mr. Winner. Do not think I can do it again for your lack of ?skills??

He laughed slightly and then let it build into a full hearted laugh. Still enraged that he could laugh at her made her determination to avoid him only become stronger as his laughter rang in her ears. Yet as he chuckled, a strange feeling began to flood her and move over her in ways she did not like. It just brought up old feelings that she had tried to suppress since the night of the rehearsal.

?What?s so funny?? she found herself murmuring as tried to keep her feelings in check.

Quatre?s laughter slowed as he began to talk, ?You think you have everyone fooled. You think that you can just tell everyone we love each other but in fact we are not. Deep down you can?t pull this off and that it?s going to fall apart any minute.?

Dorothy cocked her eyebrow and then tilted her head and gave Quatre a sly grin.

?It won?t happen, I can?t let it happen. I am an actress by birth and it?s my job to guarantee the public knows that I can pull off the relationship of the century,? she said knowingly.

?If this is it then I applaud you Dorothy Catalonia Winner for your fine job,? he mocked as he clapped his hands.

Dorothy knew this was the final pushing point, her pent up anger and love for this man could only tolerate so much and found herself in the mere matter of seconds lashing out and slapping the blonde man squarely across the face. She then turned around and began the walk back to the safety of her room leaving the very stunned man holding the book and a hand to his now red face never noticing the tears that silently fell from her eyes.

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The slap across the face was not what shocked Quatre. He had, had his fair share of slaps because of some rude comment. Many of them from girls he had met and by mistake uttered something ridiculous because of his lack of knowledge. It was different with Dorothy, however. He wanted to bait her, wanted her to relieve what ever it was that was pent up in her. If it took a slap here and there to get her to finally open up and maybe discuss the issues at hand.

It was her tears that seemed to flood her usually icy eyes that shocked him. He had never seen her cry. Not at the death of Millardo, not ever in there course of strained friendship in the Sank Kingdom. Though now she cried. She cried and it scared him. A little toss of words and she was crying.

He wanted to follow but again his feet would not move and it was as if his body would weaken and did. Collapsing to the floor he fell on his knees. The book fell open to the floor to a random page, and Quatre just kept holding his hand to the now sore but not red cheek.

She boggled him so much at times. Once cold and unresponsive in the past three months she had opened up, clamped down and showed him something he never thought he would see after five years of being apart. She was nothing like he thought she should be after five years yet nothing like he remembered.

She smiled now, and she looked stunning and radiant when she did. Their wedding day was proof positive of that. Whenever she did smile he found that the electric jolt he had felt earlier seemed to grow with every smile and every little laugh she gave as she ate, and danced and had fun.

At these thoughts the passionate memories of their first encounter seemed to filter through his thought process, her eyes hiding something, her little whimpers as they moved together, her beautiful mouth on his member. It was as if she had entered into his life like a force and there was no way to stop it, but there was something holding it back and he could not quiet identify the things, or the feelings.

He shook his head and let those memories escape much like the heated dreams months before and picked himself up as well as the book and begun to return to what he was doing. Still it lingered on his mind what it was that was making Dorothy hide. Making Dorothy so unlike herself.


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?Why. Am. I. So. Stupid,? Dorothy grunted as she lunged at her imaginary air opponent.

After her encounter with Quatre she did not head to her room like she had planed but to the gym in the basement which boasted a considerable fencing area to practice in. She had just grabbed a suit and sabre and threw on the mask in her tears and anger and begun the motions she knew so well. Although she would have once loved to practice the dying art of Fencing, she found that after only a few minutes that she was just going through the motions. Still, she continued to pare and thrust for many hours. Content to cry behind her mask and vent off all the frustration of the weeks past.

The sun light, which had been high in the sky, seemed to have dissipated and filled the basement windows with an orange glow and the purple twilight seemed to hover just on the edge making it dark enough to mute out the smaller details of the room but light enough not to throw on the lights.

?Why do I persist in making myself the fool,? she choked out as she felt a new wave of tears flood her eyes.

She was just going to make this relationship harder if she did not avoid the object that had caused her to be in such an emotional state that she was in right now. It was only going to hurt even more if she continued to stay here on the debacle of a honeymoon. She was either going to kill him or herself or maybe both.

?Why? Why? Why?? she continued to grit out until she thrust hard enough that is seemed to set her off balance and she fell to the floor in a heap, heaving, sobbing and panting.

?How long have you been down here?? a soft voice seemed to ask.
Quickly recognizing the voice belonging to Quatre, Dorothy tried to hide her emotions and was grateful for the screen concealing her face.

?I don?t know,? she lashed out trying to get him to leave her alone. She did not want to be near him now, or ever.

?Rashid said you had come down here at noon. It?s now almost seven,? he said coming closer.

?I just l?lost t?track of the time,? she seemed to stutter out while she concealed the sobs that threatened to envelope her again.

There was a thick silence that shrouded the room as Dorothy tried not to cry and Quatre tried to make sense of what he was doing there on his knees. After a few seconds of staring at her in the mask he tired of not looking directly at her and made a move to remove her mask only to have his hand slapped away quickly.

?Don?t touch me,? she growled in a low and husky voice that was raw with every bit of crying she had done.

Quatre hugged his offended hand close to his chest and tried to pull of the wounded animal look as if to garnish sympathy from the woman behind the mask.

?You?ll get no sympathy from me Master Winner,? she ground out harshly and then quickly rose from her position on the floor and reajusted her sabre.

There were a few more minutes of harsh silence as Quatre sat on the floor stunned as if he was looking at the fourteen year old Dorothy instead of the quiet, confused, yet still harsh young woman she had seemed to morph into. Her back was to him he began to ponder what her next move was to be.

?Do you care to join me Master Winner,? she said in a coy tone almost enticing and seductive.

Quatre shivered and then nodded his head his mouth seemed to be a gape. Her anger was the most intense he had ever seen it and something about it made him want to get to the bottom of it.

?Fine, I will wait for you to suit up,? she said nonchalantly and then began to limber up.

Slowly Quatre progressed to his feet, his crystal eyes never left the blonde at all. He continued to watch her as he removed his button down shirt he had been wearing and placed a fencing jacket on over his undershirt. He, as well as, picked up a pair of gloves that were also sitting off to the side.
She was stalking the floor. Smooth and even steps as she waited for Quatre to join her. A cat that was waiting for the prey. It was plain to see that she was eager for the fight. The last time they had fought they had only been fifteen. Five years later, she looked like she was itching to finish what was started.

Quatre finished with a sigh and then flexed his body into a ready like stance. He would have liked a least a few minutes to warm up but the look on Dorothy?s face and the movement in her body, forced him to not and take the ready.

The tension in the air seemed heavy and thick as they both stood there waiting. There was no move to make the first strike yet Dorothy felt the need to swipe her sabre in the air a couple of times to make an elaborate show of her anger and pent of feelings.

?So do you wish to score with the ep?e or will we use the foil system for scoring,? she said breaking the thick silence and displayed another elaborate wave of her sabre.

?Epee will be fine with me,? Quatre said calmly.

Dorothy snorted in insult but nodded her head in agreement. Epee meant she had a better chance of landing the Baudry point at his arms or legs rather then to his side which still made her shudder with the pain she had cause him so many years ago.

?En Garde,? she said harshly and then moved into her attack position.

?En Garde,? he echoed and then moved to lunge and strike at her with a quick fluid motion.

Dorothy countered with a riposte and the sound of clashing metal echoed through the gym. It continued heatedly each thrust bouncing off, clashing and parrying each other?s demands of dominance.

?I see you stamina has much improved since our last fight,? Dorothy said with a pant and a sneer as she backed off. She smiled evilly.

?And you are not under the influence of the Zero System either,? Quatre panted and then blocked one of Dorothy?s attacks.

Dorothy just smirked and then returned another attack at Quatre, just missing his leg as he jumped up at the swipe.

?I was greatly influenced, yes; however I am now fully aware of what I am doing.?

?And what is it we are doing?? Quatre questioned her.

Dorothy swiped and Quatre dodged the blow quite easily and then parried with his own which shot through her lemon blonde locks and moved them in the dying light of the Mediterranean sun.

?Do you truly know what you do,? Quatre said as he stepped back and held his blade up as a gesture to stop so both could catch their second wind.

Dorothy pondered the words as her breath came out hard and short. Was she truly aware of what was going on with them? She lifter her mask and looked at Quatre who had also pulled up his. She could see the beads of sweat that appeared on his brow and the redness in his face that showed from the exertion of their fight.

She threw her mask to the side and then stood at the ready and then let out a soft ?En Garde? and the lunged at Quatre with out his.

Their blades locked at Quatre?s chest and then a battle for who would win this thrust. Dorothy pushed closer to his body and Quatre grunted with the frustration of her actually strength and his lack there of.

Dorothy could see the tension in his face as she pushed her blade into him that much more. She could also feel her face twist into concentration as she fought to win the duel. However his breath was coming out hot and heavy on her neck which sent a delicious shiver up her spine. She pushed harder and found herself closer to Quatre then she had been this morning. In the next moment she began to kiss him. It was a matter of time till both their knees grew week and they fell back to the mat padded floor still locked in their kiss.

In another flash, clothing was being unconsciously removed. Hunger was the only thought that passed between the two as the battle for whatever it was, was not going to be won with swords. Their bodies now became weapons and the fight for dominance in the act of sex was now the prize.
Dorothy pulled away from Quatre as she felt him undo the lacy bra that she had donned today. She gazed at the blondes face, looking over the soft pale skin with heavy passion glazed eyes that seemed to be mirrored on him.

?We shouldn?t,? she found the words escaping from her lips in a whisper soft tone.

There was a tiny moan of disappointment from Quatre?s lips but headless of her protest he leaned in to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. More clothing joined other pieces of clothing on the floor and soon both were naked.

?Quatre,? Dorothy moaned and flinched as his calloused hands traversed her soft skin.

?No,? he said and then began to trail hot kisses down her neck to her breasts.

She squirmed against him in attempt to free herself and get out of his tantalizing grasp. This was not good. Not good for her peace of mind. How she had longed for a time like this after the war. How she had longed for her Knight in Shinning Armour. The feeling of lips, hands, breath and skin was too overwhelming that she gave into the sensation.

?Allah you are so beautiful,? he gasped as her lips seemed to unconsciously find his ear lobe.

She continued her ministrations as they fell from knees to the floor. She under him, he above. As he kissed her and caressed her, committing her to memory, she could feel his growing arousal against her thigh. She tentatively reached down to grasp at his member. Dorothy then began gently stroke it in hopes that he could feel half of what she was feeling.

?Don?t Dot, I might come,? he groaned as she grazed the tip.

?I don?t like the name Dot,? she said with a huff and then pushed Quatre off her and sat up.

Quatre sat back on his heals and looked at her. Her lips were puffy and red, like she had been thoroughly kissed. Yet she still fumed with anger and her eyes were rimmed red and bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears.

?I think this has gone far enough,? she said breaking the stifling silence that had fallen upon them. She then reached for her discarded clothing only to have Quatre?s hand stop her.

?No,? his voice came out in a raspy whisper. Dorothy shook her head, ?You?re not my master Quatre as I am not yours.?

There was silence again between the two. Quatre?s breath finally evening out and Dorothy?s sobs returning to her.

Quatre stood and then procured his garments that had been strewn across the gym. He sighed and then gave one last look at Dorothy who was now getting dressed herself. She wiped her eyes one last time and then fluffed her mussed hair. She gave Quatre a glance and then strode from the room with out even looking at him. Again there was silence.


TBC?

[takisha16]

WOW.....
That was AWESOME!
I love Quatre and Dorothy! I am just writing a fic about them and I was wondering what could happen between them if a fencing match turned into a heated spar war!
This was wonderfully done, Dorothy was soooo in character.
By the way, I love fencing and I am part of the BC team in Boston and I have to say, the wording was perfect and you aimed the exact techniques they should have used. yeah... eep?e, thats the best, you can hit them were it actually hurts! jajajaj
All in all it was wonderfuully written!
Great Job!