Ice Queen's Revenge: Chapter 5 (04 X D)

[The Engrish Spy]

Ice Queen?s Revenge
Engrish Spy
Rating: R

A/N: Well here it is? another chapter of IQR. Wow I?m on a role. I feel good. That?s all I have to say for now.

Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing. Sunrise and the creators do.

He was already gone by the time she woke up. As she lifted her head from the pillows she realised that she was back on the bed. There was no blood, not even the pillows smelled of him. Clasping the cotton sheets to her skin she sat up and wondered how she had gotten here, until she saw that she had been moved to the bed. Letting go of the breath she had been holding she laid back down onto the pillows and closed her eyes.

She was trying to rid the images that she had conjured by just closing her eyes. Quatre, lean and toned, nothing like the small scraggly young man she had met in the Sanq Kingdom. He was not a skilled lover, but neither was she. He had been her first and, she must have been his as well seeing as it only took him a mere matter of minutes of being in her body to give up the seed that men had. It was quick and violating, but it did something to her last night that she could not quite pinpoint.

The opening of the door to the master suite, forced her to open her eyes. She glanced to who might be coming in. She was not surprised when it was the man who was making her feel this way. He was creeping around, trying to be quiet. She watched as he entered and made his way to the closet. She closed her eyes and tried to block the tears that had threatened to come to her eyes for some ungodly known reason.

He was gone as soon as he came. Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief as she sat up and threw the covers off and headed for the bathroom. She knew that it would but she had hoped for other things to happen along with it. Romance might have been a factor, but pleasure was the key. Sure playing with herself in front of Quatre had been a bold move, even bringing herself to orgasm was pushing it, but that was not as satisfying as having a man take care of your needs, or so she had been told by Relena.

She entered the bathroom and drew herself a bath. As she sank into the hot water, she pondered what she was supposed to be doing here again. Sure the meetings with the old Romerfeller parties had gone well, splendid in fact. Not only had the parties agreed to the terms of peace, they were so enchanted with Quatre fianc?e and a Catalonia none the less, that they had insisted they be invited to the wedding.

Dorothy shook her head. Now it was crucial that she marry Quatre, but it would never be love. Never would it be something that would develop past a courteous meeting once every few months for charity functions and press junkets. She laid her head back and wished life was a little more giving then it had been. She truly now wish she had the night in shining armour to carry her away. She wished for love.

~*~

Quatre grumbled as the tailor stuck him with another pin, as he stood for the fitting of his tux. Trowa stood near by with another tailor. He rolled his eyes and then winced as the tailor stuck him with a pin as well.

?Stop moving, it will be less painful then it is now,? the tailor working on Quatre said with a laugh.

Quatre frowned but Trowa beat him, ?If you were about to marry a woman who almost kill you, you would fidget to.?

Quatre blush slightly and then hung his head. The tailor ignored the off hand comment and went back to hemming the pants that Quatre was being fitted for.

?Stand up,? the tailor protested.

Quatre complied and then look at himself in the mirror. In a mater of days he would be marring the one woman, who had almost killed him. Who had called him names and the woman who had seduced him to a pile of wanton flesh only a few days ago. He frowned at the reflection, closing his eyes to the filth that seemed to fill it.

?What is bothering you, friend?? Trowa asked.

Opening his eyes and still gazing at his reflection he closed them halfway. He turned his head and grimaced as another pin stuck him.

?Right now I think pain is in order of what is bothering me,? Quatre grunted.

Trowa laughed and both suffered the pain of the tailor.

~*~

Dorothy sat at the table going over lists that had been brought to her this morning. It seemed that everybody had a list for her in the last minute dash before the wedding was to take place. There were guest lists, press lists, food lists, even gift lists. It seemed that every thing was in meticulous order, from her dress to the refreshments that the guests were being served before the outdoor ceremony on the terrace of the hotel. Gellah had made sure that in the two month to plan the ceremony that nothing was left out. She rubbed her neck and adjusted the glasses on her face with her left hand, and tapped her pen to her teeth.

The door to the suit opened. Dorothy expected it was another list or delivery. She sighed and then looked back at her lists.

?Put it wherever is convenient,? she said with a sigh.

?I didn?t know you wore glasses?? the surprised voice said.

Dorothy looked up from her work. She was greeted to the sight of Quatre dressed in a taupe coloured suit with the silver tie hanging undone and a white button down shirt exposing his collar bone. His normally neat blonde hair was tousled much like it had been in the days of their supposed youth. He looked tired and stressed. It had been four weeks since she had seen him in the suite since he had been away on business trip to the former United Arab Emirates. Four weeks since she had slept with him. It had been four weeks.

?A how was your day would have been nice,? Dorothy said sarcastically and returned to her lists now self conscious that Quatre knew she wore glasses.

?Do you only wear them for reading?? he persisted and set his briefcase on the table sitting in the empty chair near her.

?Yes, and if you mind I was doing some work,? Dorothy snapped.

Quatre?s face was calm and collected. It enraged Dorothy even more. She pulled her glasses off and flung them across the table. She was sick of the Quatre who was always on top of everything, the Quatre that was not fazed by her or her antics.

?How can you sit there so cool and calm while I yell? Why do you? Every one at least blows up at me once. Even Relena,? she yelled as she stood up and began to pace.

?Why so you can have your way like always,? Quatre added in a composed voice.

Dorothy held her head and began to tug at the pony tail she had put her hair up into when she had sat down at the table. He was definitely was going to drive her mad.

?No cause it?s not normal to be happy or composed about every thing you have going on in you life,? she said still pacing the room.

?Do you think I am truly happy with my life,? he said placing his hands on the table and standing up from the chair.

?Well you have much to be happy about,? she countered back crossing her arms across her chest.

?I found out today that the stock holders? meeting is while I?m away on a trip that is supposed to pose for a honeymoon. I have too much work, no time. I have to fight the press and I?m marring you out of convince. My life has been nothing but a nightmare since I decide to use you to help with the peace in my ancestral homeland,? he growled out.

?You?re the one who brought this on yourself,? she countered back in her rage.

?You were the one who complicated things the night you slept with me,? he roared.

Dorothy looked down. He had mentioned the marriage again. In less then two days they would be married and she was not looking forward to that day. She sighed and then sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands.

?I?m going to go get ready for tonight rehearsal dinner,? he said and then exited the sitting area of the

She lifted her head in time to see the door slammed shut. She was still sitting there when he came out of the bathroom and began to dress in the khakis and blue button down shirt. Dorothy forced herself to get off the couch and dragged herself into the bathroom. Tonight was not going to be that much easier.

~*~

Dorothy watched as Quatre mingled with every one on the pool deck of the hotel. He was currently standing with Heero and Relena along with two other people she did not know. One was a tall man with a long braid and the other was a small girl with black hair. They were laughing about something, the picture made Dorothy feel unwelcome at her own party.

She was currently sitting at the main table that was meant for the wedding party. With a glass of wine in her hand she watched as the people went by. Though she was the bride, she was ignored. She sat much like she had the night of the charity auction. Her head rested on her palm and she sipped the wine and watched as people made social fools of themselves as they celebrated a loveless wedding and made business propositions. She was again just a spectator in the life that was hers and nothing seemed to be going right.

?You know he?s just as upset about this as you are,? a rough voice interrupted her thoughts.

Dorothy looked over to her new visitor. She frowned when she was greeted to the Latin clown with his brown floppy hair and hazel eyes. He raised his glass to her and then took a sip. Dorothy just continued to watch him with disdain. The last time she had seen him he had left her with words she wished he had not. In fact his parting words had haunted her to this very day. Because now I have somewhere to which I can go back.

She remembered weeping, she had waited till they had left the room. Trowa was right about that, though he was dead he had his sister to go back to and Quatre to be his best friend. She had lost everyone and what little she had to hold her here was very hard to get back indeed.

Relena had been the easiest to bring back into her life. With this came Heero, their new son. Une had also brought with her Mariemaia, her cousin. There were substantial friends in her universe now, the only thing that was missing was home.

?Why do you care what I feel,? she replied to him.

Trowa shrugged his shoulders, ? I think that though you two departed on worse terms, that you might be good for him.?

Dorothy was taken aback by his comment. Of all the people she knew she would have never expected that from him.

?What makes you say that,? she said hiding her astonishment.

Trowa glanced towards Quatre, who was still talking with Relena and Heero. He closed his eyes and let go of a tired sigh.

?He has reservations about this marriage as well. He knows that since the meetings with the old Romerfeller heads that he is now obligated to make peace work by marring the last Duchesses of the Catalonia line and bring the old to the new. He knows all this,? Trowa said opening his eyes and glancing at the blond.

?I know this too,? Dorothy said quietly.

?He also knows that this alliance might help his business. You are still a powerful woman in this world after the war. You are head of an intelligence department. You still hold a title, hell you are even best friends with the Vice Foreign Minster and former Queen of the world,? he continued.

?What are you getting at,? she said wishing that the normally quiet man would just have stayed quiet.

?You are nothing he?s used to. You are bold, arrogant, and determined. Dorothy you are not like the women of the old regime. You do not hide like the women of the new regime. You are you. I can see that he likes that about you,? Trowa said and then took another glass of wine from a passing tray.

Dorothy began to trace patterns on the table cloth. He was right like he had been that time on Libra. She was strong and independent, yet why did the past haunt her so much?

?Think it?s time to go mingle,? Trowa said as he spotted a blonde haired woman with blue eyes.

Dorothy laughed slightly as she caught sight of who Trowa was looking at. It seemed that Midii Une, one of her friends and her top informant in her division.

?Go Trowa enjoy yourself,? Dorothy said with a sigh and then a light push.

Trowa grinned back, ?Don?t worry I will.?

After he had left, Dorothy sat again alone, ostracized from her own party. She should have been living it up. She was marring well, a wealthy man with connections and power, it also helped that he was good looking. If her mother were alive, she would have no doubt loved the match. It would have been suitable for her and for the family.

?They are asking us for a dance,? the voice said startling her from her thoughts.

She looked up to see Quatre with what she knew to be a fake smile. She tried to smile but it came out more of a smirk. She took his hand and he led her to the dance floor set off to the side.

Taking his hand, Quatre began to lead Dorothy in a close dance. Dorothy could hear the sighs and cat calls from the side lines as she danced with Quatre. She did not understand the sighs though. Could they not tell the tension between these two? This was not a dance of romance, or love. No it was a show that was put on for the people hear. When it would end, Quatre would go back to talking to all those around him and She would be left on the sidelines again, alone.

?Why aren?t you talking to anybody tonight? I thought you thrived on that kind of stuff?? Quatre asked in a low voice as they graced the dance floor.

Dorothy lowered her eyes, ?I don?t feel wanted here.?

Quatre looked over her head and continued to lead her in the dance around the floor. After a few minutes of the song, other couples began to join them as well. Dorothy was tired of the stiff tension felt between them and wanted to do something about it.

?Have you ever tried to touch a rainbow Quatre??

?What??

?Have you ever tried to touch a rainbow,? she reiterated.

?Maybe, when I was younger,? he replied still giving her a questioning look.

?So you have reached for the unattainable??

?I guess??

?You try but never do,? she interrupted him as they both stopped dancing.

Looking at her Quatre narrowed his eyes, ?What?s your reasoning behind this Dorothy??

Dorothy sighed and then shook her head, ?It?s nothing.?

Quatre just nodded as if he understood that she did not really want to press the matter any further. Yet he was some how drawn to the sadness that seemed to consume the normally icy woman. It was the first time he had seen emotions in her and it made him pity her. He pitied her because she was just as lost as he had once been.

Around them the guest began to clap as the song ended. He watched as Dorothy clapped as well and then she turned back to him. Her ice blue eyes were again their stone cold fa?ade that they always were. She had set up the barriers once again and there was nothing he could do to break them.

?I think I might go to bed,? she replied in a voice that seemed too distance for a human.

Quatre nodded and then looked around him, ?I will give the guest you regards and wishes.?

Dorothy nodded and then placed a quick kiss to his cheek as to keep up the pretence that they were a loving couple. Quatre let the warmth of her body seep into him. It was the different kind of warmth he had felt than the last time they had been this close. It was tangible and very frightening. He shivered slightly as she pulled away as the memories from a few weeks ago entered his head. He watched as she turned from him and began to walk towards the hotel.

Shaking his head, he began to sit down when, Relena came by. For a woman who had a two month old, she looked very well. She was decked out in a navy strapless dress that belled out and came to just above her calf. She was smiling at him, the fox smile that seemed only to cross her lips when she was planning. Quatre wondered what would drive that woman to smile at him like she was.

?You like her,? she said slyly.

Quatre scoffed and then picked up a flute of champagne not carring for old customes, ?I don?t know what you are talking about??

Relena continued to smile, ?You like her and she likes you.?

Quatre frowned, Relena was not right. Dorothy was cold uncaring, she was all war and wintry. She could possible not have feelings for him. The sex a month ago proved that. She had to bring herself to climax. They had not even kissed like he saw his sister?s husband?s kiss, or Relena and Heero. The chaste kiss that she had given him on the cheek had been the closest thing to a kiss they had ever come to that was not really for show. He sighed and then ran a hand through his hair.

?Don?t worry, if you don?t want to tell me then tell her when the time comes, but do it before one of you gets hurt,? Relena said with another smile.

?I think we are past hurting each other,? Quatre sighed and looked off in the direction that Dorothy had taken.

TBC..

[gethmane8]

Whoa, Quatre and Dorothy have ISSUES! Still, addicting story. I wish the two of them would admit to wanting and needing each other. Hey, why get married if you don't love the person, right? Update soon, please!

[Wingnut]

Whoa, Quatre and Dorothy have ISSUES! Still, addicting story. I wish the two of them would admit to wanting and needing each other. Hey, why get married if you don't love the person, right? Update soon, please!

I'll tell you why, Quatre has become a little too stubborn for his own good, espically around Dorothy, and thinks she doesn't really care for him like that and tthat it is all just a game to her.
And Dorothy, well is Dorothy. After seeing Quatre's reactions to her actions, probably thinks the same about him as he does her.
3rd party interjection time! *Toward Dorothy* Relena, I choose you! *Throws Pokeball*
And Heero I choose you *Throws another Pokeball at Quatre*.
Fix this relationship up, and quickly, before disaster strikes!

[Kuno-baby]

I missed this! I don't really have anything new to say that hasn't been said, except exceptional story. I love Quatre and Dorothy's very complicated love affair. Wonderful writing.

[pilot03]

You got to update this story!! This is getting to good!! *jumps for joy* I can't contain myself!!