OUT OF TUNE
Chapter 4: Quatre Over Breakfast
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Dorothy or Trowa (shucks!). Please don't sue me; I still have Christmas shopping to do!!
Thanks to my two reviewers! BrenRick (yes, I know who you are) and mariel4000 (*random hug* I love random hugs!!). You two rock!!
Trowa awoke to gray eyes staring into his own. He was about to ask why in the world Dorothy had decided to take residence on top of him when he felt a pair of warm satin lips press against his own. Her smaller hands lifted his own callous ones into her silken hair. When her mission was complete, she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her lips fall completely against his own. Her hands rubbed the knots in his back as her mouth began to lay feather kisses across his lips. He never would have guessed that Dorothy knew how to even kiss a man let alone seduce him like this. But of course, it was normal for Dorothy to surprise him.
Suddenly, Dorothy pulled away and snuggled her head into the crook between his neck and collarbone. Her extraordinarily long hair lay across the bottom half of his face. He took a deep breath to recover from the kiss and to catch a scent of her locks. They smelled a heavenly scent of…bacon and eggs?
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up," Dorothy's sultry voice came from behind him. Trowa shot up from his position on the couch and whirled around to see Dorothy in the clothes she'd fallen asleep in the night before. She was standing in front of the stove cooking what must have been bacon in a cast iron skillet. Her hair was just as frazzled as it had been when she was putting up wires but her face wasn't stretched by stress and work. Her clothes hung off her figure in a rumpled sort of way but every detail seemed to enhance Trowa's image of her. But that, he reassured himself, was because of that silly dream.
"How do you prefer your eggs?" Dorothy asked, as she moved to the other side of the stove to flip some eggs. 'Fertilized,' answered the deep reaches of his mind. He shook his head furiously to wipe out the thought, causing his hair to go flying about his face. 'I can't think like that, she's my room mate,' the rational portion of his brain responded. 'Think of an egg type, think of an egg type, quick!!' thought the part of his mind that was in charge of speech.
"Trowa?" Dorothy was beginning to wonder just what in the world was going on in the mind of the ex-Gundam pilot lying before her. His brown hair was thrown about and ruffled, like he'd just gotten out of bed. 'Well, duh Dorothy, he just DID get out of bed,' she scolded. 'Besides, he's your room mate, not a potential…well, anything!' She turned away from him and focused on the eggs but realized she still didn't know what to do with them.
"Benedict!" Trowa finally cried. 'Benedict? Benedict!?!?! THAT'S how you like your eggs?!?!! Since when?!' all parts screamed at him. He cringed at the stupid response and the way he'd said it. Dorothy twirled around, a look of surprise lacing her face.
"Benedict? Well, I must say Trowa, I'm not sure how to make benedict eggs. Would you mind over-easy?" she questioned nervously. 'Why are you being so silly?!' her mind scolded yet again. 'What do you care if he likes his eggs benedict or not!!??'
"Over-easy is fine, over-easy is good!" Trowa squeaked. 'Why can't you sound more manly! At least TRY to impress her!' the darker side of his mind cried. "Er-I mean, over-easy is ok." He'd lowered his voice and now was very proud of himself. Slowly, he lifted himself from the couch and walked to the bathroom. He needed to get out of the feline girl's presence before he did something he'd really regret.
"All right then," Dorothy said more to herself than to Trowa. "Over-easy I can manage," she whispered as she flipped the two eggs over. One of them broke and the other landed half in the skillet and half out. 'Can you really manage Dorothy, dear? Sure you don't need the big man's help!?' Her mind was obviously not pleased with her. Dorothy's shoulders sank as she lifted the egg back into the skillet and waited for it to cook. "Toast, I should make some toast!" she declared to the stove. 'Sure you can handle toast?' her mind asked wryly. But Dorothy ignored herself and pulled out the bread.
She turned from the toaster and grabbed some plates from the cupboard. As she turned to the table, she nearly screamed at herself in frustration. She'd left all of the tools and excess wire from the screens on the table.
"This is no place to eat!" she whispered harshly to herself. Quickly, as though her life depended on it, she removed the offensive things off the table and onto the coffee table. As she passed by the couch, she caught a whiff of that wonderful aroma that she'd fallen asleep to last night and woken up to this morning. She had dubbed it Trowa's smell.
Oh, if she could just sit for a while and soak up that wonderful smell.
And that's what she did.
If only there was a way to carry that aroma with her, she would be so happy.
So she pulled at the blanket Trowa slept under and cuddled into it.
Mmm, heaven…
Inside the bathroom, Trowa was amazed at the site before him. The bathroom definitely was not going to be his domain. The only way to describe it was to say someone had gone crazy with a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. However, his thoughts on the pink predicament were short lived because Dorothy decided to pop up into his head again.
"All this 'cuz of a stupid dream," he groaned quietly to himself as he stared into the mirror. Cautiously he turned on the faucet and splashed super cold water on his face. "Why now," he asked himself quietly as he directed his attention to the bottom of the sink. He pushed off and decided that it would be better to face her now then later. That was when he caught the smell of smoke.
"Oh, Trowa," Dorothy whispered quietly, the smell still invading her senses. That was when the smoke from the eggs decided to invade her as well.
"OH MY GOD!!!" Dorothy screamed, shooting up from the couch and darting to the stove. Her scream was all the more encouragement that Trowa needed as he too bolted from the bathroom to her side.
Fire had engulfed the eggs and burned them to a crisp. Trowa quickly grabbed one of the dish towels hanging next to the sink and smothered it out while Dorothy frantically tried to save the bacon and her skillets. When the fire was finally put out, the skillets saved, and breakfast ruined, it was then that our poor hero and heroine realized just how they'd come to position themselves.
Trowa had his arms wrapped around Dorothy's arms to reach the stove while she was leaning back into his chest to escape the heat while pivoting to reach both stove and counter. As though each of them were a fire themselves, they jumped apart. Unfortunately, they jumped in the same direction, causing a bit of a stir involving Dorothy, Trowa, and two of the kitchen chairs.
"OUCH!!"
"That was my ear!"
"YEAH, well that's my foot!!"
"Watch out!"
"DON'T YELL AT ME!!"
"WELL, DON'T YELL AT ME!!"
*CRACK!*
"You almost broke my chair!!"
"Well, if YOU hadn't pushed ME!!!"
"WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP!!" the landlord screamed. Trowa and Dorothy's heads shot towards the direction of their door. Fortunately, the man had only passed by the door and decided not to enter.
"If I can still here you when I get out into the street, then the both of you are outta here!!" he yelled through the door. The two listened as stomped away. Trowa was lying on the floor, still sprawled on top of the chair while Dorothy was teetering on the edge of another one. A swift kick from Trowa sent her flying.
"You asshole!!" she whispered harshly.
"That's for pushing me into this stupid chair!" he whispered back. Dorothy pulled herself up and kicked the chair back into an upright position, all while glaring down at Trowa. Meanwhile, Trowa was thanking his stars that the fight had relieved him of his scandalous thoughts of his room mate.
"Yes, well, you shouldn't yell at me, not after I went through the trouble of making you breakfast!" she whispered. And with that, she threw the remnants of the burned eggs at Trowa's face.
***
After Dorothy cleaned up the kitchen, Trowa decided to complete the task of breakfast. He salvaged the bacon and toast, then made a new batch of eggs, all of them over-easy. Since he wasn't in the mood to go near the kitchen chairs again, he decided to take his plate and sit on the couch. While breakfast was cooking, Dorothy had busied herself unpacking living room things. She was halfway done when she decided to also sit down and eat.
Trowa shifted as Dorothy sat delicately on the sofa and began to eat. From behind his still ruffled hair, he could see her eating as though she were dining with the Queen of England. 'Befitting, her being a queen herself,' he thought dryly.
He continued eating on in silence until Dorothy decided to break it. Unlike earlier today, when she was talking to him like a normal 18 year old girl, she was now back to her formal bitch-itude.
"So, Trowa," She made an emphasis on Trowa, "how is Quatre?"
Trowa was, no surprise here, surprised again.
"I don't really know. I've been on vacation so I haven't seen him since Monday. Besides, I thought you were the one who always kept in touch with him," he said, talking mostly to his toast. He heard Dorothy snort delicately.
"That's not what I meant. I meant, how IS he?" she said with a seductive wink. It was then that Trowa's mind finally caught on to what she was hinting. However, he wasn't surprised this time. It hadn't been the first someone asked him what his relationship with the blonde man was.
"You seem to be mistaken in thinking that Quatre and I are romantically involved. Quatre and I are both straight, thank you. And to be honest, I thought it was YOU who was involved with Quatre," he replied. Dorothy's eyebrows shot up close to her hairline.
"Me! And Quatre!? God no!" Her tone had lost its formalness, now that she knew that the Quatre button wouldn't work with him. "You forget, I am the one who-" she faltered.
"Who stabbed him?" Trowa finished. He'd set his plate down, now finished with his breakfast and having a steadily growing interest in Dorothy's words.
"Yes, I was the one who stabbed him," she whispered. Trowa nodded, looking away. He knew, without having to have Quatre's Space Heart, that Dorothy felt guilty for her actions then. But he didn't blame her. She'd only been 15 then, they'd ALL been 15. Naïve and full of ideals and everyone of them stubborn as mules. She was the embodiment of those things completely. She was just naïve and idealistic in a much more different way then the rest of them.
Trowa looked up at her again and saw a tear fall down her cheek. He resisted the urge to wipe it from her face, to take away all her pain. Instead, he decided to help cheer her up.
"Well, don't girls usually pick on the boys that they like?" he asked with a gentle smile. However, instead of the laugh he was going for, he got another piece of egg thrown in his face.
Now if there was only a divine being handing out cash for every time he got egg in the face…
End of Chapter 4. Hope you liked. I know that I said there wouldn't be kissing until Chapter 5 but this was dream kissing, much different! Lol.
MadameHotaru.of.87
Chapter 4: Quatre Over Breakfast
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Dorothy or Trowa (shucks!). Please don't sue me; I still have Christmas shopping to do!!
Thanks to my two reviewers! BrenRick (yes, I know who you are) and mariel4000 (*random hug* I love random hugs!!). You two rock!!
Trowa awoke to gray eyes staring into his own. He was about to ask why in the world Dorothy had decided to take residence on top of him when he felt a pair of warm satin lips press against his own. Her smaller hands lifted his own callous ones into her silken hair. When her mission was complete, she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her lips fall completely against his own. Her hands rubbed the knots in his back as her mouth began to lay feather kisses across his lips. He never would have guessed that Dorothy knew how to even kiss a man let alone seduce him like this. But of course, it was normal for Dorothy to surprise him.
Suddenly, Dorothy pulled away and snuggled her head into the crook between his neck and collarbone. Her extraordinarily long hair lay across the bottom half of his face. He took a deep breath to recover from the kiss and to catch a scent of her locks. They smelled a heavenly scent of…bacon and eggs?
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up," Dorothy's sultry voice came from behind him. Trowa shot up from his position on the couch and whirled around to see Dorothy in the clothes she'd fallen asleep in the night before. She was standing in front of the stove cooking what must have been bacon in a cast iron skillet. Her hair was just as frazzled as it had been when she was putting up wires but her face wasn't stretched by stress and work. Her clothes hung off her figure in a rumpled sort of way but every detail seemed to enhance Trowa's image of her. But that, he reassured himself, was because of that silly dream.
"How do you prefer your eggs?" Dorothy asked, as she moved to the other side of the stove to flip some eggs. 'Fertilized,' answered the deep reaches of his mind. He shook his head furiously to wipe out the thought, causing his hair to go flying about his face. 'I can't think like that, she's my room mate,' the rational portion of his brain responded. 'Think of an egg type, think of an egg type, quick!!' thought the part of his mind that was in charge of speech.
"Trowa?" Dorothy was beginning to wonder just what in the world was going on in the mind of the ex-Gundam pilot lying before her. His brown hair was thrown about and ruffled, like he'd just gotten out of bed. 'Well, duh Dorothy, he just DID get out of bed,' she scolded. 'Besides, he's your room mate, not a potential…well, anything!' She turned away from him and focused on the eggs but realized she still didn't know what to do with them.
"Benedict!" Trowa finally cried. 'Benedict? Benedict!?!?! THAT'S how you like your eggs?!?!! Since when?!' all parts screamed at him. He cringed at the stupid response and the way he'd said it. Dorothy twirled around, a look of surprise lacing her face.
"Benedict? Well, I must say Trowa, I'm not sure how to make benedict eggs. Would you mind over-easy?" she questioned nervously. 'Why are you being so silly?!' her mind scolded yet again. 'What do you care if he likes his eggs benedict or not!!??'
"Over-easy is fine, over-easy is good!" Trowa squeaked. 'Why can't you sound more manly! At least TRY to impress her!' the darker side of his mind cried. "Er-I mean, over-easy is ok." He'd lowered his voice and now was very proud of himself. Slowly, he lifted himself from the couch and walked to the bathroom. He needed to get out of the feline girl's presence before he did something he'd really regret.
"All right then," Dorothy said more to herself than to Trowa. "Over-easy I can manage," she whispered as she flipped the two eggs over. One of them broke and the other landed half in the skillet and half out. 'Can you really manage Dorothy, dear? Sure you don't need the big man's help!?' Her mind was obviously not pleased with her. Dorothy's shoulders sank as she lifted the egg back into the skillet and waited for it to cook. "Toast, I should make some toast!" she declared to the stove. 'Sure you can handle toast?' her mind asked wryly. But Dorothy ignored herself and pulled out the bread.
She turned from the toaster and grabbed some plates from the cupboard. As she turned to the table, she nearly screamed at herself in frustration. She'd left all of the tools and excess wire from the screens on the table.
"This is no place to eat!" she whispered harshly to herself. Quickly, as though her life depended on it, she removed the offensive things off the table and onto the coffee table. As she passed by the couch, she caught a whiff of that wonderful aroma that she'd fallen asleep to last night and woken up to this morning. She had dubbed it Trowa's smell.
Oh, if she could just sit for a while and soak up that wonderful smell.
And that's what she did.
If only there was a way to carry that aroma with her, she would be so happy.
So she pulled at the blanket Trowa slept under and cuddled into it.
Mmm, heaven…
Inside the bathroom, Trowa was amazed at the site before him. The bathroom definitely was not going to be his domain. The only way to describe it was to say someone had gone crazy with a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. However, his thoughts on the pink predicament were short lived because Dorothy decided to pop up into his head again.
"All this 'cuz of a stupid dream," he groaned quietly to himself as he stared into the mirror. Cautiously he turned on the faucet and splashed super cold water on his face. "Why now," he asked himself quietly as he directed his attention to the bottom of the sink. He pushed off and decided that it would be better to face her now then later. That was when he caught the smell of smoke.
"Oh, Trowa," Dorothy whispered quietly, the smell still invading her senses. That was when the smoke from the eggs decided to invade her as well.
"OH MY GOD!!!" Dorothy screamed, shooting up from the couch and darting to the stove. Her scream was all the more encouragement that Trowa needed as he too bolted from the bathroom to her side.
Fire had engulfed the eggs and burned them to a crisp. Trowa quickly grabbed one of the dish towels hanging next to the sink and smothered it out while Dorothy frantically tried to save the bacon and her skillets. When the fire was finally put out, the skillets saved, and breakfast ruined, it was then that our poor hero and heroine realized just how they'd come to position themselves.
Trowa had his arms wrapped around Dorothy's arms to reach the stove while she was leaning back into his chest to escape the heat while pivoting to reach both stove and counter. As though each of them were a fire themselves, they jumped apart. Unfortunately, they jumped in the same direction, causing a bit of a stir involving Dorothy, Trowa, and two of the kitchen chairs.
"OUCH!!"
"That was my ear!"
"YEAH, well that's my foot!!"
"Watch out!"
"DON'T YELL AT ME!!"
"WELL, DON'T YELL AT ME!!"
*CRACK!*
"You almost broke my chair!!"
"Well, if YOU hadn't pushed ME!!!"
"WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP!!" the landlord screamed. Trowa and Dorothy's heads shot towards the direction of their door. Fortunately, the man had only passed by the door and decided not to enter.
"If I can still here you when I get out into the street, then the both of you are outta here!!" he yelled through the door. The two listened as stomped away. Trowa was lying on the floor, still sprawled on top of the chair while Dorothy was teetering on the edge of another one. A swift kick from Trowa sent her flying.
"You asshole!!" she whispered harshly.
"That's for pushing me into this stupid chair!" he whispered back. Dorothy pulled herself up and kicked the chair back into an upright position, all while glaring down at Trowa. Meanwhile, Trowa was thanking his stars that the fight had relieved him of his scandalous thoughts of his room mate.
"Yes, well, you shouldn't yell at me, not after I went through the trouble of making you breakfast!" she whispered. And with that, she threw the remnants of the burned eggs at Trowa's face.
***
After Dorothy cleaned up the kitchen, Trowa decided to complete the task of breakfast. He salvaged the bacon and toast, then made a new batch of eggs, all of them over-easy. Since he wasn't in the mood to go near the kitchen chairs again, he decided to take his plate and sit on the couch. While breakfast was cooking, Dorothy had busied herself unpacking living room things. She was halfway done when she decided to also sit down and eat.
Trowa shifted as Dorothy sat delicately on the sofa and began to eat. From behind his still ruffled hair, he could see her eating as though she were dining with the Queen of England. 'Befitting, her being a queen herself,' he thought dryly.
He continued eating on in silence until Dorothy decided to break it. Unlike earlier today, when she was talking to him like a normal 18 year old girl, she was now back to her formal bitch-itude.
"So, Trowa," She made an emphasis on Trowa, "how is Quatre?"
Trowa was, no surprise here, surprised again.
"I don't really know. I've been on vacation so I haven't seen him since Monday. Besides, I thought you were the one who always kept in touch with him," he said, talking mostly to his toast. He heard Dorothy snort delicately.
"That's not what I meant. I meant, how IS he?" she said with a seductive wink. It was then that Trowa's mind finally caught on to what she was hinting. However, he wasn't surprised this time. It hadn't been the first someone asked him what his relationship with the blonde man was.
"You seem to be mistaken in thinking that Quatre and I are romantically involved. Quatre and I are both straight, thank you. And to be honest, I thought it was YOU who was involved with Quatre," he replied. Dorothy's eyebrows shot up close to her hairline.
"Me! And Quatre!? God no!" Her tone had lost its formalness, now that she knew that the Quatre button wouldn't work with him. "You forget, I am the one who-" she faltered.
"Who stabbed him?" Trowa finished. He'd set his plate down, now finished with his breakfast and having a steadily growing interest in Dorothy's words.
"Yes, I was the one who stabbed him," she whispered. Trowa nodded, looking away. He knew, without having to have Quatre's Space Heart, that Dorothy felt guilty for her actions then. But he didn't blame her. She'd only been 15 then, they'd ALL been 15. Naïve and full of ideals and everyone of them stubborn as mules. She was the embodiment of those things completely. She was just naïve and idealistic in a much more different way then the rest of them.
Trowa looked up at her again and saw a tear fall down her cheek. He resisted the urge to wipe it from her face, to take away all her pain. Instead, he decided to help cheer her up.
"Well, don't girls usually pick on the boys that they like?" he asked with a gentle smile. However, instead of the laugh he was going for, he got another piece of egg thrown in his face.
Now if there was only a divine being handing out cash for every time he got egg in the face…
End of Chapter 4. Hope you liked. I know that I said there wouldn't be kissing until Chapter 5 but this was dream kissing, much different! Lol.
MadameHotaru.of.87
