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As the sun rose over his house, soft beams of morning light crept through the cracks of Quatre's shuttered windows. They shone on the bed, hitting sheets and pillows, but mostly playing with the strands of long blonde hair that seemed to cover it. It fanned out from under the sheets, it's owners head burrowed deep into the chest of another sleeping blonde. It was only 7 o' clock in the morning, and it seemed like they would rest forever. But Quatre just wasn't the type to sleep in.

"Dorothy."

"Mmmm." She snuggled in deeper and ran the tip of her nose across his chest.

"Dorothy. Shouldn't we get up? It's already 7 o'clock." Arching a distinctive eyebrow, she managed to keep the annoyance out of her voice while wondering if he was a sadist for waking her up so early, or a masochist for never sleeping in.

"Already seven? Don't you mean only seven? Quatre, let the sun rise without us. It can handle a morning without you." Finally, she shifted upwards to meet him eye to eye. She knew hers were still blurry with all the sleep she was missing, so she focused on blinking it out before her next comment.

"Try to enjoy it, sweetling. These pillows aren't going anywhere; so neither should we." Plopping her head next to Quatre's, he encircled her with his arms and bought himself closer.

"I'm going to listen to you. Just this once. And only because my back is aching."

"Yesterday was really something Quatre. Glad to know you have it in you… " He blushed, closing his eyes and sighing to himself. Before he went back to sleep, he kissed Dorothy's forehead and swept up her hair to lay it down behind her.

'Last night…yeah. It was really something else…'

YESTERDAY 12:00 NOON

"I can't believe you had something this pleasant hidden away." Dorothy walked down the drive way and away from the discovery that was the Winner's winter cottage. The heat was rolling off in waves from the sun and mixed with the green leafy humidity that made this place a tropic. She let her fingers touch leaves and flowers while looking over the estate.

Quatre had just found out about the estate after talking with one of this older sisters. Apparently, before the last of the Winner children were born, their parents purchased a home on Earth. The vacation spot was frequented by his parents when his father had the time off, and his mother employed a small army of nannies to take care of her children for a weekend. Originally it was a quaint locally owned hotel, but when the owners decided to sell, it became a holiday home to Quaterine and her older girls.

While Dorothy looked around outside, Quatre hauled all their stuff up to the wrap around porch that was out front. He looked at the house he just had re furbished in the hope that his old friends ( Heero and Relena ) would host their wedding here. Dorothy was always looking for ways to delay the paperwork that needed her attention, so she decided to tag along.

"They did a really good job on the lawn, Quatre; I'm sure the garden will be just as refreshing."

"The blue prints didn't really show any gardens…I never thought about it till now. Maybe they never got a chance to finish them." He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. It was really stifling here. And people said that the desert was bad… What kind of mad person would enjoy all this moisture in the air?

"Dorothy, I think I'm beginning to melt. I'm taking the stuff inside, but you can pick your own room ok? "

She looked up at the porch and saw that he actually rolled up his sleeves. Thankful that the heat was good for loosening a person's dress code (and tongue), she began to walk towards the house.

" I'll see you in a minute then. I'm going to check out the backyard. See if we can't get a last minute garden up before the big day. "

After another two hours of exploring the grounds and sweating through vests and light sweaters, Quatre and Dorothy were finished exploring the house and were down to under shirts and bare feet. Even for the Caribbean , today was sweltering. They sat on the back porch enjoying the reason that there was no garden on the estate; a private beach.

Dorothy slumped into a porch swing while Quatre sat in the wicker furniture close to the palms on the side of the porch. They offered no shade or wind. Quatre rolled his eyes and wondered what kind of wicked island this was.

"Quatre?" He turned his head in Dorothy's direction and noticed the catty smile she had on her face. Was she actually enjoying this heat?

"Yes?" She pushed the swing back and forth with one foot while thinking about what she wanted to say.

"I forgot. It's so nice out here." Wiping the sweat for his forehead, he wondered if she was delirious.

"Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?"

"What? Quatre, it's not that hot. The oceans a couple of yards away, and in a few hours the temperature will drop. " He knew she was enjoying this! It was probably her plan from the beginning. Get him as uncomfortable as she could, and see how much he can take before snapping…

"I'm going inside for a shower, when I get out, I expect dinner. " Winking at him, she stretched out and sauntered back into the house. He watched her leave, barely appreciating the swinging gait of his companion.

" Yes m' am. "

After the war, Quatre decided that no matter how far he pushed himself back into the family business, he couldn't forget Dorothy. The girl who didn't want to survive. The faux warrior, who switched sides just for the view of the battle. He heard about her in little snippets from Relena and Duo, the latter dropping in on both of them un-expectedly from time to time. They finally met for the second time at a dinner thrown in what used to be the Sanq kingdom for Relena's birthday. As confident as ever, she strolled over and re-introduced herself.

From that day on, Quatre took the re-introduction as an excuse to keep in touch. He called, visited and occasionally vacationed with Dorothy; who had become his closest friend on Earth- or the Colonies for that matter. Wiping his forehead off again he wondered why he was reminiscing. It was thoroughly

unlike him, and came with a bitter after taste. Why? Could it really just be the heat getting to him like this? He took a lists of restaurants that were close by out of his pocket.

They were on the island of Freeport… about five miles away from a luxury resort in Lucaya… Restaurants near by included China Beach, a gourmet Chinese food place, Willy Broadleaf, which served basically anything exotic, and Georgies; a traditionally Caribbean restaurant. Deciding that Chinese food sounded familiarly wonderful, he flipped his cell phone open and made arrangements for him to pick up a couple of take out platters. Closing the phone, he noticed it was 3:45. The food would be ready within the next hour, and it was only five minutes away. Quatre decided that a shower sounded like a terrific idea. Moving back into the living room, he noticed that the house was cooler than outside. The windows were open, but the shutters on them were closed. It allowed a small breeze to blow in, but barely any heat or light. Fans whirred slowly on the roof, adding to the new coolness of the evening.

All of this was fine, but his luggage wasn't where he left it. How frustrating. After walking around the lower half of the hotel, then the second story, he saw that Dorothy had put his bags next to the door of the master suite. Hers were next door and half dragged into the room. Pulling in his luggage, he picked out another pair of khakis and a white short sleeved t-shirt.

Walking into the bathroom, he noticed that was really an antique. There was a large claw-footed bathtub in the far left corner directly under a window that face the back of the house. The shower was in the far right, and on the wall in between them was a long marble desk like counter with a gilded mirror hanging in front of it. He decided not to tell Dorothy about the bathtub…It might get him kicked out of his room if she found out about the bathroom in general. He closed the door behind him and threw his sweaty undershirt to the floor. After everything else followed, he jumped into a shower that was cooler than usual. Taking a seat on a small bench in the corner of the shower, he soaked and thought about the reasons that he seemed so twitchy today. Maybe it was just Dorothy's influence really getting to him. She hadn't been around lately, so he was probably just re adjusting. They had talked quickly here and there, but hadn't seen each other within the last four…maybe five months. It was a long while for them to be apart.

MEANWHILE

Dorothy was just coming out of the shower when she heard Quatre's start. Oh goody. A few minutes to herself. Instead of the usual drying of her hair, in order to keep cool, she left it wet and added extra conditioner. What a day it was. Fourteen hard hours of traveling from Italy, to Miami and then finally to Freeport. Albeit they were all charter flights, she never got used to the constant popping of her ears travel entailed. But it was worth it, they ended up in what was basically a Caribbean villa. Like most of the larger structures in Freeport, the house was inspired by British colonial architecture. The white columns lining the porch were painted white, while the wooden paneling that covered the entire house was a eye prickling shade of teal. Everything on this island jumped out with zest and color. Though Italy was flamboyant, its modern architecture and ancient temples were looking incomparably drab. She was glad she decided to tag along.

She needed a vacation. It wasn't work or school that had her stressed, it was the people around her. Since she went back home, her friends felt distant. After everything that happened over the last couple of years, she felt so old sometimes. Back home she had to manage the accounts and estates that were left to her in the will of her grandfather. She also had to deal with the pity and scorn of all her fellow socialites. Usually, she was up to the task; but right now, sleeping for the rest of her life sounded so good. Dreaming and laughing about things that had nothing to do with Mrs. So and So's grandson, and the fact that he tried to impress her with his newest Lamborghini.

Guess he didn't know about the courtesy Ferrari she got for sponsoring one of their racing teams. Oh, well. Though it was only 4 O' clock in the afternoon, Dorothy defaulted into her pajamas. There was no way anyone was going anywhere tonight. At least she wasn't; Quatre could go get himself into all the Caribbean mischief he wanted to. She would rather sit and read. Sit, read and sleep. Okay, that was a lie. After pretending to read, she'd approach Quatre claiming she was bored, and then play around (mostly with his feelings) until they were too sleepy to go on.

Quatre. He was really acting odd today. His smirks were gone; replaced with a miniature scowl and sweat drops. He spent a third of the year in an Asian desert - this place should be a piece of cake for him. Maybe it was the trees. There weren't many coconut trees on the colonies or the desert…Is it possible that a coconut hit him while she wasn't looking?

'Well, that wasn't a very practical thought now was it. If we could change peoples moods by hitting them in the head with a coconut, I would have done it long ago…' The shower in Quatre's room finally ceased to make noise, and after another seven minutes, Quatre was knocking at her bedroom door. She checked her cell phone and it was now 4:27.

'That was almost a thirty minute shower. And they say women are bad.'Apparently, Dorothy was taking to long, Quatre knocked again, this time softer, probably thinking she was in the middle of a nap. She hopped up and opened the door just in time to see that he was turning to leave.

"Leaving so soon? And dressed in evening clothes too; were you going to leave me behind Mr. Winner?"

"No Miss. Catalonia, just going to grab dinner before it gets dark." Dorothy raised an eyebrow at his answer. Dinner? Where was he getting dinner from? She thought they'd just wing it with the leftovers from the airport. Wait a second; that didn't sound healthy at all. No wonder she needed a nutritionist.

"It doesn't look like you intend to leave the house anyways Dorothy. You look really comfortable where you're at. I was going to ask you to tag along for the ride, but I guess you want to stay here…" He looked down at her pajamas and noticed that instead of the usual pajama sets she wore when sleeping over, the sleep ware was a matched set of a long maroon men's undershirt and pair of soffee shorts. There was a logo on the undershirt; it proclaimed Dorothy as a member of the Cornelli University Women's Tennis Club. Since when did she belong to a tennis club?

"You know what?" Her voice had shaken him out of his revere.

"I think I will tag along for the ride, it will only take you a couple of minutes to get to the restaurant right? If you don't mind, I just won't get out of the car." Smiling, she slipped into a pair of sandals and put her hair up in a pony tail. She would have put on her wind breaker, but opposite to what she thought, it didn't feel like the temperature dropped any at all.

'I should have checked the weather before we left. Maybe it's a heat wave.' She followed Quatre down to the car and hopped into the passengers seat. Usually she would be the one driving, but since they were in unfamiliar territory, she guessed she would just have to trust Quatre and the new GPS they bought along with them.

A/N: Just a little note here, everywhere with the exception of the summer house is a real place in the Bahamas! Our Lucaya and the Westin are both luxury hotels in Freeport, and the restarants are both real and expensive. XD I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Review Review Review!!