A/N: I started working on this as soon as I finished part one! I'm excited about this fic, it's the first one that's not a one shot. Look, I know I'm terrible for even using this song in a QxD fic, but I couldn't resist. I do not own Gundam wing, its characters or the song "Break you Off" preformed by The Roots ft Musiq. I know this might be an arguable point in my plot, I decided to OOC Quatre a little by changing his Islamic roots a bit. Just so he can enjoy a drink to two. evil chuckling
It took them five minutes to find the hotel, and as Dorothy proposed, she stayed in the car. She wasn't so bold as to go outside in a pair of shorts like these. If she craned her neck out of the window, the rental was parked at an angle where she could see the colorful -and no doubt tourist filled- market in front of her. It was starting to get dark and lights were flicking on the little bars and boutiques. How cozy.
It also looked like the length of her shorts wasn't as bold as she thought. Even though back home was chock full of snowy furs, people were walking around in barely anything out here. Looking at a woman who was even more scantily clad than the rest, she wondered if this might be a clothing optional resort. Was that why Quatre was taking so long? Maybe he ran into a couple of nudist and passed out cold.
Her iPod said it was now 4:59. They arrived at the hotel parking lot at least seventeen minutes ago.
She noticed most of the people outside were heading back into the hotel. They were probably going back to change into their evening wear and come back out later. She would blend right in with the crowd if she hopped out to look for Quatre now. Besides that, she was curious about how the grounds on the hotel looked. Though she could hear the ocean near by, the beach was blocked by a concrete wall separating the hotel from the parking lot. That's it. Curiosity had the "Cat". Time to get out of the car and take a look around…
Taking the path that she saw Quatre walk from the car, she walked out of the parking lot and around its perimeter wall.
"Ooh."
Apparently, the hotel had its own little shopping center. Checking that her cell phone was in the back pocket of her tiny shorts, she hoped Quatre would have the sense to call her instead of panicking when she wasn't in the car. Along with her cell phone was her master card. Who would be fool enough to leave home without it? Eyeing the expensive watch store in front of her, she started to make her way in.
"Dorothy?" She froze on the spot. Darn it. She was busted. Maybe if she just kept walking…
"Dorothy, I know it's you. "
"Oh Hello Millardo. Nice to see you, as always. " It was nice; but only because she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Millardo Peacecraft. In shorts. If it wasn't such a terrible coincidence that they were both on this island at the same time, it would have been laughable.
"I thought with everything you're up to these days, you'd be to busy to vacation; Miss. Catalonia." How like him to assume she's on vacation. She could have been on a business trip. Well, time to correct him.
"Actually, as much as I'd like to say this is a vacation, it's more of a favor for Relena." The former marquis let his eyebrows rise in curiosity.
"Favor?"
" Oh yes, a favor. I am here to check out a property Relena was eyeing for her wedding." Dorothy smiled brilliantly as Millardo's face became dark.
"Then I'll have to stop by and give it a second look then. I wouldn't want anything to be less than perfect for my sister's wedding…She should take a long time planning the happiest day of her life." Yeah, right. Dorothy knew he was still bitter that she wasn't marrying someone like… Well, like Quatre. Instead, she was marrying a perfect soldier with a win or self destruct attitude. Needless to say, Millardo was thrilled.
Before they could continue biting at each others throat in a polite fashion, the reason Quatre was so late walked around the corner chatting with Quatre himself. Apparently, he had run into Lucrezia Noin. Hold on, Noin? Millardo? There was no coincidence in this. They were vacationing together! Dorothy turned back to Millardo and watched his face flush. Ha! They were vacationing together and she would bet her very vast fortune that no one else knew about this!
"Oh, Dorothy! I'm so sorry how long did I take?" Did this mean that Quatre forgot she was here with him? If she didn't know better, she'd be jealous. He scuttled up to her side to apologize again, but Millardo cut him off.
"So you're here with Dorothy, Quatre?" His head shot over to Millardo. In the rush to apologize to Dorothy, he didn't notice that Mr. Peacecraft was there at all.
"Yes I am, Hello Mr. Peacecraft, it's been a long time." Millardo nodded his head in acknowledgement and started to move towards Noin. Putting an arm around her waist, he kissed her forehead and watched her smile for the second time in minutes. Wow. What a smile it was. "Call me Millardo, Quatre. I'm not that old…" Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, Millardo checked the time. It was now 5:10. If he didn't hurry now, Noin and he would be late to dinner. No, they couldn't be late tonight…
"I would hate to rush and end this, but Lucrezia and I have reservations for Willy Broadleaf's at seven tonight." Noin tugged on Millardo's hand till he looked up at her. Oh boy…she was using "the eyes". He still hadn't learned how to say no to those…
"Zechs, maybe we can meet them tomorrow? It would be fun to have some company while we're here. "
Obviously smitten by her, he agreed and then arranged that they would all meet at Quatre's manor, noon tomorrow. Meeting Quatre's eyes he asked if he should pick up Dorothy on the way to the manor, or if he was closer.
"Actually Millardo, we're staying together. " The older couple stood there in shock. Noin couldn't resist.
"Really?"
"Yes, Miss. Noin, we are." Dorothy smiled widely and wondered why Quatre was acting so slow. Now these two would think they were on…a secret honeymoon or something. She decided that she wouldn't be using her master card tonight after all. Just for that, Quatre was going to buy her a new watch. An expensive new watch.
"Well, we wouldn't want you guys to be late." Dorothy winked at the lightening count and his date. "We'll see you tomorrow!" With a quick goodbye, she grabbed Quatre and skipped back to the rental car in a hurry. Dorothy looked at Quatre expecting him to say something about the information he just gave to Zechs. Until Quatre informed him that Dorothy was staying at his place, she had some perfectly good blackmail to use against him if anything ever came up. Now he could always say that there was proof Quatre and her were dating. -Which they weren't- But no one would see staying in a practically abandoned villa as…um not dating. Finally, she gave the staring game up. He didn't even seem to notice her glare. Really, what was up with him today?
They drove off the resort into the darker part of twilight. Quatre was humming the tune from the radio softly. It actually was one of Dorothy's favorites, and for some reason, she felt like singing along tonight. Apparently, she wasn't the only one. Before the first words were past her lips, she heard Quatre singing along quietly. This trip was really full of surprises. She almost strained her ears listening, but decided it was worth it.
…Keep each other thirsty
Kisses like Hershey
But lips are sealed,
'cuz we don't need the controversy
I say 'I'm in town'
You say you 'want it in the worse way'
You proally told your man-
Stopping for a second as they pulled into the driveway and turned the car off , her hands fumbled with her seatbelt. She noticed that he was also taking his off, but having less trouble. Thinking he had the intention of taking out the food and going inside, she blinked as he didn't. He relaxed further into the seat to finish off the last verse of the song. Her eyes opened wide, along with her mouth as he recited the lyrics to the song almost perfectly. This song was…sensual. Smooth and very sexy. She never would have guessed Quatre knew it.
Meanwhile the champagne chills in the ice
You ready for the freakiest thangs you done in yah life
We break it down like we rouge dogs pullin' a heist
You makin' sounds like the vibe got you reaching yah height
Pre pare for flight
This is your captain,
I'm getting strapped in
It's no denying this strength -that it's attraction, girl
Workin with this you won't be taken a loss
So stop foolin your man and roll with the one that's breakin you off.
Dorothy was blushing by time he finished. His voice never went above a whisper, but it was a sweet baritone that complemented the song nicely. The same voice you would use to murmur this appeal into someone else's ear. To seduce the listener into following the songs instructions. He sat with his eyes closed and let the rest of the song play itself off. Not feeling the need to sing along with the chorus, he just turned the radio up instead.
….I'm commin over - to give it to you…Babe..
Commin to break you off
Commin to break you off,
Commin to break you off , yeah babe…
Smiling, he turned the car off before the song could end. Completely tuned into his own world, he grabbed the Chinese food from the backseat and started to leave the car. Grimacing at the change of temperature from the car to outside, he also wished he could take the air conditioner with him. Finally, his head turned enough to notice that Dorothy wasn't moving. Checking to see what the problem was, he saw her hands were shaking as she was trying to undo her seat belt. Her face was hidden behind a curtain of hair.
What could the problem be? Was she crying? Did Zechs say something to her before he got there? His hands encompassed hers and stilled the trembling. He pressed the seat belt release and then moved her hands away. Dorothy just stared at their hands in between them, so instead of letting go, he lifted one of his hands up to her chin and tilted her head forward to look at his face. He couldn't see it in the dark, but her face actually flushed redder than before.
"Dorothy?" His voice broke her revere. It was tinged with worry for her. She better respond before he had a heart attack…
"Hmm?" Really? Was that the best she could do? She guess that little performance really shook her up.
"Dorothy, are you okay?" She noticed his face was very close to hers. The hot air was flooding into the car through the open door. It felt like it was getting harder to breathe.
"I think I am Quatre, that song…it's one of my favorites. I guess it took me somewhere else." He blushed and let go of her chin. He hoped she didn't notice he was singing it… Sighing, he let go of Dorothy's hand and left that car.
She took the quick moments he took to get to the door to pull herself together. Just then, when he left the car, she found herself wanting to keep a hold on Quatre's hand. Was it really just to song doing this to her? Or was it something else? Though they'd only pulled up two minutes ago and the sun was already down, the heat was still oppressive. It was time to get back inside…This had to be a heat wave. What else could produce so much…pressure in the air? Walking through the front door, she made her way to the kitchen. Quatre was doling out the food onto plates. Mmm. Chinese.
He paused for a second and then filled two cups with ice from the fridge. Pouring two drinks out of their Styrofoam containers and into the cups, she heard the ice cracking in them.
"Everything smells delicious Quatre, what did you order?" He sighed and tilted his head back. Apparently, he had forgotten.
"Umm…Grilled chicken with a peanut satay, and vegetable fried rice." Mmmm. Thai and Chinese food. She wasn't giving the restaurant the credit it deserved…
"And the drinks?" He smiled and took a sit from the cup that was still in his hand.
"I got a red dragon for myself, and a golden monkey for you." She raised her eyebrows and took her cup off of the table. Taking a sip, she immediately realized two things. One: that she was entirely too thirsty, and two; that she would have to pour herself a glass of water along with this "golden monkey", because the latter had enough alcohol to buzz her if she gulped it down too quickly.
"What's wrong? Want to switch drinks?" His eyes were appraising. Had she made a face while she sipped it? Guess so.
"No thanks, I'm fine." He nodded and then started to take his plate out of his kitchen. What? He wasn't going to eat with her? Where was he going?
"Quatre, where are you going?"
"To my room…I have some homework to finish before the visit tomorrow." He turned back around and left. 'I honestly feel hurt right now. Why did he invite me if he's not even going to spend time with me?' It was disconcerting. She picked at her food, no longer feeling hungry. However, she did finish the entirety of her drink. Grabbing her book and her iPod off the table. She retreated back to her room. After a couple of chapters, she was going to ask Quatre what was wrong. And if something happened within the months that they were apart. Why else would he be acting so strange? That's when she heard it. The rumbling of thunder. Even though it was perfectly clear when they arrived earlier today, it sounded like it was going to rain. And with all the humidity that was in the air ready to be condensed into clouds, it was going to be bad.
Damnit! I'm never going anywhere without checking the weather again. Throwing herself down on the bed, she opened her book up and tried to concentrate.
A/N: Yeah that's right. Quatre sang Break you off. I was going to do something a little bit sappy and more romantic, but then I realized that this was Dorothy's favorite song. Not Quatre's. I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Don't worry, the third is coming up quicker than this ok? Keep reviewing!
