Closet Love (QxD)
Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2003 4:31 pm
AN: I wrote this a LONG time ago. I decided to put it up since I'm too lazy putting it up on my website.
Disclaimer: GW doesn't belong to me. This is just for fun.
Closet Love
by bookworm
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In all the places that I end up in, why is it the closet and with this blond boy, of all people?
Dorothy gave a sideway glance at the blond boy who appeared at the school with a brunette boy in tow. She didn?t understand how Relena could invite them to this school of peace. Weren?t they Gundam pilots? Dorothy mentally snorted. Relena Peacecraft is such an innocent. Who would believe that her path would lead to peace? Definitely not her, Dorothy Catalonia, heir to the Romefeller Foundation.
Dorothy remembered how she ended up in the closet. The girls were playing a trick on her. Dorothy, who should have known it, didn?t catch on the simple trick. The other girls wanted her to stay in the closet for as long as they felt like it. Unfortunately, they didn?t realize that Quatre Raberba Winner was in the same closet, getting some new uniforms since his had been accidentally torn. Dorothy wondered how it came to that but didn?t ask the blond Arabian boy. She got a reputation to hold up and she won?t let a boy, particularly the blond boy, to rattle her so. Denial was such a good word.
After a while, Dorothy began to get bored. The closet was full of clothes, but nothing else besides the two occupants in it. She needed to find something to get attention. And frankly, clothes weren?t very interesting. She eyed the blond boy at the corner of her vision. She didn?t want to associate with him but it was either boredom or him. She rather chooses him over clothes anytime.
?Want to play a game with me, Mr. Winner?? Dorothy asked while she stared at her fingernails, as if they were more interesting than the blond boy sitting beside her. She mentally smirked as she felt his gaze upon her, though she didn?t scrutinize the other emotions that she was feeling, though she was unconscious of it.
?What game, Miss Dorothy?? the ever polite heir of the Winner Enterprise asked, his attention focused on the blonde girl with him in the closet.
?Oh, a little game that I thought of.? Dorothy gave the blond boy an inconspicuous glance. ?Are you game, Mr. Winner??
Dorothy saw the hesitation before his decision. Being the gentleman that he was, he couldn?t refuse, though, in Dorothy?s opinion, that his feelings were otherwise in the opposite direction of his answer.
?Very well, Miss Dorothy.?
Dorothy openly smirked. She turned around so that she was now facing the blond boy. A big mistake. Now she had to look at the sky blue eyes, so innocent and serene that she could easily drown in them. She also noticed the way his golden locks were groomed, though it was a little bit messy since their occupancy of the closet.
Dorothy mentally scowled. Why should she notice his appearance, for goodness sake? She never particularly cared about them, but why him? This angel. This blond Michelangelo. This?
?Miss Dorothy??
Dorothy mentally shook herself. This was insane. Thinking about him like--. Her mind drew a blank. Better to go back to her game. Her lips curled into a smile and she leaned closer.
?Do you think you can hold your breath for a long time, Mr. Winner??
Quatre was puzzled. ?Define long, Miss Dorothy.?
Dorothy shrugged. ?As long as, say, three minutes??
Quatre thought for a moment. ?Probably, Miss Dorothy.?
Dorothy grinned. ?Care to try it, Mr. Winner??
Quatre stared at her, too polite to express what he was thinking. He nodded and held his breath.
Dorothy tsk-tsked him. ?Now, that isn?t the way, Mr. Winner.?
Quatre exhaled, and then turned to her. ?How then, Miss Dorothy??
Dorothy paused, and then leaned closer. She swiftly kissed him, while pinching his nose close. She quickly put her tongue inside his mouth when he opened it. What the hell was she doing?! That was the last thought she had before she was immersed by their kiss.
A long silence ensued, the minutes going by. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Finally, Dorothy broke the kiss, gasping for air. She met his stare. Blue eyes looked at her with an expression that she couldn?t define. Nor did she want to. The way that he was looking at her scared her in ways that she didn?t know. She backed away from him, realizing at the last minute that he had held her within his arms, as he let them fell back to his sides.
?Miss Dorothy??
?It seems that you can hold your breath, Mr. Winner,? Dorothy cut in.
Quatre opened his mouth but a sudden sound from the door got their attention.
Dorothy was glad as the door opened. Relena and Heero stared at them. Surprised, Relena took a step forward. ?Is everything alright, Dorothy? Quatre??
Dorothy gave the young princess a cool smile. ?Of course, Miss Relena.? She gave a slight curtsy and walked out. ?If you would excuse me.? She ignored the eyes that she knew were looking at her. She stopped for a moment, and then turned around. ?Until next time, Mr. Winner.? And she resumed her walk.
Why did she do it?! That was an answer that she will never know the answer. Until after the war, where she finally realized that she was in love with Quatre Raberba Winner. Though it took him another kiss to make her realize that fact. And what a kiss it was!
Disclaimer: GW doesn't belong to me. This is just for fun.
Closet Love
by bookworm
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In all the places that I end up in, why is it the closet and with this blond boy, of all people?
Dorothy gave a sideway glance at the blond boy who appeared at the school with a brunette boy in tow. She didn?t understand how Relena could invite them to this school of peace. Weren?t they Gundam pilots? Dorothy mentally snorted. Relena Peacecraft is such an innocent. Who would believe that her path would lead to peace? Definitely not her, Dorothy Catalonia, heir to the Romefeller Foundation.
Dorothy remembered how she ended up in the closet. The girls were playing a trick on her. Dorothy, who should have known it, didn?t catch on the simple trick. The other girls wanted her to stay in the closet for as long as they felt like it. Unfortunately, they didn?t realize that Quatre Raberba Winner was in the same closet, getting some new uniforms since his had been accidentally torn. Dorothy wondered how it came to that but didn?t ask the blond Arabian boy. She got a reputation to hold up and she won?t let a boy, particularly the blond boy, to rattle her so. Denial was such a good word.
After a while, Dorothy began to get bored. The closet was full of clothes, but nothing else besides the two occupants in it. She needed to find something to get attention. And frankly, clothes weren?t very interesting. She eyed the blond boy at the corner of her vision. She didn?t want to associate with him but it was either boredom or him. She rather chooses him over clothes anytime.
?Want to play a game with me, Mr. Winner?? Dorothy asked while she stared at her fingernails, as if they were more interesting than the blond boy sitting beside her. She mentally smirked as she felt his gaze upon her, though she didn?t scrutinize the other emotions that she was feeling, though she was unconscious of it.
?What game, Miss Dorothy?? the ever polite heir of the Winner Enterprise asked, his attention focused on the blonde girl with him in the closet.
?Oh, a little game that I thought of.? Dorothy gave the blond boy an inconspicuous glance. ?Are you game, Mr. Winner??
Dorothy saw the hesitation before his decision. Being the gentleman that he was, he couldn?t refuse, though, in Dorothy?s opinion, that his feelings were otherwise in the opposite direction of his answer.
?Very well, Miss Dorothy.?
Dorothy openly smirked. She turned around so that she was now facing the blond boy. A big mistake. Now she had to look at the sky blue eyes, so innocent and serene that she could easily drown in them. She also noticed the way his golden locks were groomed, though it was a little bit messy since their occupancy of the closet.
Dorothy mentally scowled. Why should she notice his appearance, for goodness sake? She never particularly cared about them, but why him? This angel. This blond Michelangelo. This?
?Miss Dorothy??
Dorothy mentally shook herself. This was insane. Thinking about him like--. Her mind drew a blank. Better to go back to her game. Her lips curled into a smile and she leaned closer.
?Do you think you can hold your breath for a long time, Mr. Winner??
Quatre was puzzled. ?Define long, Miss Dorothy.?
Dorothy shrugged. ?As long as, say, three minutes??
Quatre thought for a moment. ?Probably, Miss Dorothy.?
Dorothy grinned. ?Care to try it, Mr. Winner??
Quatre stared at her, too polite to express what he was thinking. He nodded and held his breath.
Dorothy tsk-tsked him. ?Now, that isn?t the way, Mr. Winner.?
Quatre exhaled, and then turned to her. ?How then, Miss Dorothy??
Dorothy paused, and then leaned closer. She swiftly kissed him, while pinching his nose close. She quickly put her tongue inside his mouth when he opened it. What the hell was she doing?! That was the last thought she had before she was immersed by their kiss.
A long silence ensued, the minutes going by. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Finally, Dorothy broke the kiss, gasping for air. She met his stare. Blue eyes looked at her with an expression that she couldn?t define. Nor did she want to. The way that he was looking at her scared her in ways that she didn?t know. She backed away from him, realizing at the last minute that he had held her within his arms, as he let them fell back to his sides.
?Miss Dorothy??
?It seems that you can hold your breath, Mr. Winner,? Dorothy cut in.
Quatre opened his mouth but a sudden sound from the door got their attention.
Dorothy was glad as the door opened. Relena and Heero stared at them. Surprised, Relena took a step forward. ?Is everything alright, Dorothy? Quatre??
Dorothy gave the young princess a cool smile. ?Of course, Miss Relena.? She gave a slight curtsy and walked out. ?If you would excuse me.? She ignored the eyes that she knew were looking at her. She stopped for a moment, and then turned around. ?Until next time, Mr. Winner.? And she resumed her walk.
Why did she do it?! That was an answer that she will never know the answer. Until after the war, where she finally realized that she was in love with Quatre Raberba Winner. Though it took him another kiss to make her realize that fact. And what a kiss it was!
So like Quatre to act like that. Way cool, WAY! 