Author's Note: This was thought up really late at night and I can't explain it. I just felt like making a really sexy, really kinky rock n' roll story. I also wanted to test out Jina paired with another guy. Hope you enjoy my late night brain droppings.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing but I do own Room 203 and all their crazy antics. So take that :P

Chapter 1:

You Like?

"You like?" Roddy asked. She was talking to Jina who was presently walking down the steps of the small villa that she shared with her boyfriend, Heero Yuy. Roddy was standing dressed in tight chocolate brown leather pants, a ripped camel-colored wife-beater and camel leather boots. She was standing in front of a polished jet-black 1964 Jaguar Convertible Roadster arms outstretched and smiling broadly.

"Does Trowa know you have this?" Jina asked finally descending the steps and walking around to the passenger side of the car. Roddy, an evil smirk on her face, unlocked the car door for Jina, but Roddy opted instead for hopping over the door; she landed gracefully in the driver's seat.

"He will soon. I got it today, bought it off this guy on a whim. I couldn't resist." Roddy started the car and floored it down the quiet, peaceful street.

"Trowa's going to be pissed." Jina said quickly putting on her seatbelt and tying a scarf around her head so that the wind wouldn't blow it around.

"He's going to love it, and it's not like we don't have the money. If anyone, it's Wufei that I'm going to be pissing off." Roddy eased her sunglasses over her nose and pumped up the radio.

"I heard the new song on the radio; it got good reviews from the listeners."

"Well, make sure that the radio doesn't over play it, I don't want my fans to get bored with me." Roddy pushed her hair back into a ponytail, letting go of the wheel and frightening Jina in the process. Jina was already digging her sharp fingernails into the plush tan leather of the seat and Roddy just smirked evilly and floored the car as fast as it could go, weaving in and out of traffic for good measure.

"Heero was pissed because it sounded pretty shallow; we definitely need a rhythm guitar before tomorrow night."

"Ever since that bastard Riley quit on us he's had to play lead and rhythm. Trowa said that he's working on it, but rehearsal is tonight, there is no way a guitarist no matter how good he is could learn all the songs in one night. Tomorrow is going to be a shitty concert." Roddy said running a frustrated hand through her hair.

"Have a little faith miss high and mighty rock star, I'm sure that Trowa will find a guitarist ten times better than Riley, a guy that's better fit for Room 203."

"I'm glad that we're going to a spa today, because this band is making my skin bad." Roddy quipped and threw on brakes as she stopped at the stoplight.

"That was a close one, I wish you'd keep your eyes on the road."

"Bite me." Roddy said, though she did grip the steering wheel a bit tight.

"So, what exactly are we looking for at the galleria?" Jina asked, not really wanting to make this venture to the mall this morning.

"Well, I was looking through my wardrobe this morning and I noticed that I had this really sexy black ripped wife-beater with the words "Rock Star" written on the chest in glittery letters. Well, as I was staring at this gorgeous shirt I noticed that it would go quite nicely with my black leather pants, especially for tomorrow night's concert. Then I noticed that I had no underwear to wear underneath it." Jina was accustomed to Roddy's going all the way around the world to tell a point, but this was ridiculous.

"What are you talking about, you have black underwear." Jina said quizzically.

"Black underwear would go good if it was red shirt, but I need red underwear, something that I've never had."

"Red underwear?"

"Yes, Devil's panties." An evil smirk came onto Roddy's face as she stopped at the next stop light.

"Roddy, I think that's a bit…" Jina was cutoff by the unsightly sound of a motorcycle pulling up next to she and Roddy. Jina knew that Roddy had a thing for guys on motorcycles but Roddy had completely forgotten about what Jina was saying and had turned her attention to the guy next to them. Roddy had a way with men that always got her in trouble. Men were like Lays potato chips for Roddy, she couldn't have just one. Even though she was with Trowa (a relationship that Jina had yet to understand) she still found time to flirt uncontrollably with Wufei and Quatre. She even had a fling with one of her dancers from the last tour, but Trowa didn't seem to mind. He didn't care mainly because she always came back to him, no matter what, and he always took her back. It was a funny kind of relationship and even with Roddy's uncontrollable libido and affixation with men, she truly loved Trowa and he truly loved her back.

"Hey sexy!" Roddy called from the car to the guy on the motorcycle. The guy was wearing a helmet so there was no way that Roddy could tell that he was good looking, but that didn't matter. Roddy had a sixth sense about good-looking men; at least this is what Jina thought. A man could be behind a building with a paper bag over his head but Roddy would always know that the man was good looking. The guy said nothing, only paying attention to the light so that once it changed he could speed off in all of his crotch rocket glory.

"I don't think he wants to be bothered." Jina said, hoping that Roddy wouldn't push the issue.

"What are you talking about? Men love to be bothered by beautiful, young women. Unless they're gay, and there isn't a gay bone in this stud's body." Roddy called to him again and he once again ignored her, speeding away as soon as the light turned green. Roddy was persistent, however, and didn't let him get away that easily. He had a sports bike; she had an antique European sports car she'd be able to catch up with him. So, Roddy, being the daredevil rock star that she was, floored the car and followed him. Jina once again gripped the leather seats. The man on the bike, seeing that Roddy was following him, made a quick turn onto the onramp of the freeway; she followed without incident.

"Roddy, maybe he doesn't want to be bothered." Jina yelled, cringing every time they got way too close another car's bumper.

"Bullshit, he's liking this." Roddy said and shifted into high gear. They weaved in and out of traffic narrowly dodging cars that were peacefully going the speed limit. The man on the bike seeing that Roddy wasn't going to let up, exited at the galleria exit and drove into the main parking lot; Roddy and Jina were right behind him. He parked and put the kickstand down on his bike, watching devilishly as the two strange, persistent women parked a nice car.

"A Jaguar? I got chased down by an antique European sports car. I need to brush up on my techniques." The man said under his breath. He pulled the helmet off of his head and shook out his long hair, pushing some of the stray locks from his usually tidy braid behind his ear. He was gorgeous, just as Roddy suspected; tanned skin, chestnut hair, violet eyes and an evil daring smirk on his face.

"Come on, get out of the car. We have to go in anyway, we're at the galleria."

"This is so embarrassing. " Jina said, ducking her head and covering her face. She put on large, dark sunglasses to hide her face. Roddy stepped out of the car, adorning equally large sunglasses, but these glasses were to hide her stardom from the no doubt rampant fans at the galleria. Jina still sat in the passenger seat, Roddy turned and shook her head and locked the door.

"You're pretty persistent." His voice sounded like heaven, masculine and sexy and deep with just enough baritone to send tingles down any woman's spine.

"I always get what I want. Why you were so insistent on not talking to me, I'll never know." Roddy offered him a flirty smile.

"I'm not from around here, just visiting and decided to go riding."

"I'm Roddy, but my friends call me Rod."

"I'm Duo, my friends call me rod, but for a totally different reason." His voice lowered about an octave and a devilish smile tinged his lips.

"I bet."

"Who's your embarrassed friend?" Duo said looking over Roddy's shoulder and cocking an eyebrow.

"That's Jina, she doesn't like anything ostentatious."

"How does she deal with you then?"

"I don't know, opposites attract I guess."

"So what were you ladies doing out this early in the morning?"

"Actually we were going shopping. So thanks for leading us to the galleria." Jina said getting out of the car and removing the sunglasses off of her face. She started a rather frigid fast-paced walk towards the front doors of the galleria; Jina looked like a robot trying to run.

"Can I join you ladies in your shopping?" Duo asked, still staring at Jina who was half way to the door by now.

"I don't see why not. If you don't mind picking out the perfect pair of underwear."

"Thongs I hope." Duo smiled again with his mischievous grin.

"Sorry to burst your bubble but we're only looking for a red bra."

"Well, that's sexy enough." Duo smiled and held the door for Roddy.

****

"Dammit, Trowa will you stop pacing around the stage. You're throwing off my beat!" Quatre yelled, throwing down his drumsticks in frustration.

"Your beat was thrown off without my pacing." Trowa said calmly as he continued to play the bass beat without Quatre's drumming. The taller man played the bass in the band and constantly paced even throughout the show. His excuse for this annoying idiosyncrasy was what else was a bassist going to do.

"This song just sounds like shit. We need a rhythm guitar, I may be talented but I'm not that talented." Heero said, stopping the song.

"I'm working on it. As a matter of fact, I have a friend coming in for tomorrow's concert. He'll be here tonight for rehearsal."

"Why isn't he here now? And where is Jina anyway?"

"Good, maybe with him here you'll stop that damned pacing, won't be enough stage for your lanky legs to cover."

"Go straight to hell, Quatre. She's out with Roddy."

"Great, they're getting into trouble. The last thing we need is for them to get into trouble." Heero slumped down on his amp.

"How do you know that they're getting into trouble?" Trowa asked, walking over to Heero.

"Whenever Roddy and Jina go out, Rod always has a way of getting them into trouble."

"I resent that, Heero." Trowa said, looking down at Heero with narrowed green eyes.

"Don't start standing up for her now, Trowa. Roddy is trouble, one of the main reasons why Riley quit." Heero was spouting off at the mouth. Everyone in the band knew that Riley quit because of Heero's cocky attitude and not because of his devoted love to Roddy. She was only part of the problem Heero was most of it.

"Let's not get into this Heero, everyone in this band knows the real reason behind Riley's quitting." Trowa said and started to pace back towards Quatre.

"And what would that real reason be, Trowa?" Heero asked, catching hold of Trowa's shoulder.

"I think you should let go of my shoulder before I shove this bass so far up your…"

"Hey, guys, let's not start this. We need to practice. Let's keep what's in the past in the past." Quatre spoke up just in time and started to play a bit of the backbeat. Heero and Trowa joined in, though they still narrowed their eyes at one another from time to time.

****

Roddy, Jina and Duo had narrowly evaded a host of rampant fans and quickly made it from the sexy lingerie store and back to the cars without any injury.

"What the hell was that?" Duo asked, breathing heavily up against the outside wall of the galleria entrance.

"I guess they must have me mistaken for someone else." Roddy said, quickly walking away from the doors and towards the car, Jina was quickly behind her.

"Sorry about that, but we have to go, we're kind of busy today." Jina said, opening the car door and getting in.

"You're some kind of rock star aren't you?" Duo yelled from his place on his bike.

"Something like that, yeah. Here," Roddy said walking over to Duo and handing him two tickets and a back stage pass, "come to the show tomorrow." In a flash, Roddy was over the car door and had started the car and driven away. Duo smiled after the girls and looked down into his hand.

"I can't believe you gave him tickets." Jina said.

"Why, we give away free tickets all the time."

"No more sleeping around on Trowa, remember what happened the last time."

"That guy wasn't the least bit interested in me."

"What?"

"He has his eyes on you."

"What?"

"Will you stop saying that damned word and speaking English like a regular person. He may have flirted with me, but he was more interested in you. So, I gave him a backstage pass to tomorrow's show."

"I hate you."

"No you don't. You're going to love me for this, if only to see Heero squirm a little bit." Roddy smiled and floored the car towards the coliseum; she had to get ready for tomorrow's show.