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Warning: Once again, this chapter contains a lemon. That is sexual intercourse between two consenting adults in this case. Once again if you don't even know what that is, you shouldn't be reading this. If you are not at least 16, you shouldn't be reading this. If that kind of thing annoys you, skip this chapter or perhaps you should just stop reading this story.
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Italics are Past events
"If It Makes You Happy"
"I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies."
A flash of white-blond lightning darted past Rasid and Iman as they readjusted the freshly cut tulips of red, yellow, and variegated. The gardener had run out to buy these at Dorothy's insistent request, her only explanation: 'I did some extra research on these flowers and they have to be here!'
Dorothy had positioned her and Quatre's dinnerware across from one another horizontally instead of vertically so they could be closer to one another this time. The tableware she'd decided upon for their meal was new; she herself had roared out in her Jaguar to go buy traditional Spanish silverware to use especially for this meal.
The plates were a gorgeous hand-painted design by an artist actually sitting within sight of the Moorish fortress called the Alhambra in Spain to paint it—a classic Spanish design. The colors the painter chose were a fiery crimson and gold, reflecting Dorothy's excitement perfectly. She had also bought a crystal Porron wine pitcher for the white wine she intended to bring out just before their meal began.
Rasid and Iman ran to the window at the loud peeling out of Dorothy's wheels in alarm. As Dorothy sped away Iman began to giggle. Rasid on the other hand took a deep breath, a little more maddened than amused by the world wind of activity.
"She's so excited. It's adorable! Don't you think so Rasid? She wants everything to be perfect so let's do our best with the decorations," Iman smiled.
The two had done just that. They had taken the honey suckles and rosebud mosses that Dorothy had also specifically requested, and littered them throughout the table stylishly. The fragrance in the room was heavenly; scents of happy love and childhood.
Dorothy ran past them again. This time out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She paused on the stairway briefly, suddenly staring at the table with a slight frown.
She smiled at Rasid. "Please adjust those flowers again! Thanks!"
Rasid put a hand to his head in exasperation. This would be the tenth time—literally.
"Yes Miss Dorothy," he said obediently, reminding himself his mistress was only in the full throes of excitement and anxiety and that she only wanted everything to be perfect.
The meal had come out nicely in the end and Rasid and Iman had been thoroughly impressed, congratulating Dorothy profusely. Her small smile was full of joy and she looked at them both with new eyes of amazement that she'd actually gotten in right.
Dorothy eventually convinced Rasid and Iman to take a drive with her to shop for ingredients. Rasid gripped the handle bar all the way to the market, swearing to himself that Dorothy had to be driving as fast as a mobile suit blasting off through space. Iman only grinned and enjoyed the change of pace.
Dorothy ran all over the store searching for each ingredient. Rasid and Iman were barely able to keep up, but even Rasid had enjoyed himself thoroughly. They'd been home within an hour and a half and they were now going to begin cooking at what was now four o'clock.
"Now, this is a quote "savory dish you will find all over Spain, from the Atlantic coast to the Mediterranean" Dorothy read from her recipe. This is normally cooked in cazuelas—oh no! Do we have any of those? Iman? Rasid?"
"Actually we do," Iman smiled widely. "I try to stock cookware of all kinds in this kitchen Miss Dorothy."
"Why you're a genius!" Dorothy had complimented her, returning her eyes to the paper. "Alright, actually," Dorothy looked up, "you two can go, I can do this. Thank you for all your help so far. If I need help I know who to call."
Rasid had been ready to question if that were wise, considering her experience with stoves and ovens, but Iman had nodded and dragged him out before he could make Dorothy second guess herself.
Dorothy took the one-pound bowl of twenty king gambas and placed them in front of her. She'd remembered Iman's directions and began to peel and devein them slowly at first, but she soon picked up speed.
She finished the shrimp and dumped two cups of Calasparra rice into four cups of water. She turned away from it and left it to boil.
She took the eight crushed cloves of garlic, crushed whole, dried chili pepper and tablespoon of bittersweet seasonings and set them off to one side on her chopping board for easy access.
Dorothy knew she was forgetting something…
"Yes! The rice!" She reached for the pot of Calasparra rice to lower the heat so it could simmer for twenty minutes. She yelped and pulled her hands back.
"You're forgetting mitts genius." She got them out the drawer to her left and used them to move the pot onto a smaller heat. 'Much better. So far so good Dorothy.'
'And now the hard part.'
Dorothy put four tablespoons virgin olive oil into the cazuelas and placed them on the stove. She carefully put the heat onto high and then commenced to stare at the dish and will it to hurry up and heat.
'Come on, come on, come on—oh yeah!' Dorothy went her hand and flicked a few drops of water into the clay dish. A satisfying crackle filled her ears and Dorothy smiled and quickly added in the shrimp.
She reached for the pan again with her bare hands once more, then caught herself and put on the mitts. She remembered Iman's directions and gently rocked the dish.
She let the cazuela go for a second and darted to the seasonings. She quickly added the garlic and chili and a few sprinkles of freshly ground black pepper.
She turned down the heat and rocked it gently, starting up the sauté for the described minute. She quickly snatched up the ingredient paper and frowned, scanning it for the last steps.
"Ah yes!" She took the half cup of Sherry white wine and one-third cup of lemon juice and a generous splash of olive oil. She jumped back in surprise as the juice popped up at her face.
"For the love of—"
Before she could finish her sentence the pan began to slide. She cursed softly and she jumped back adjusting it. She rocked the dish gently again letting most of the liquid dry up before shutting off the stove.
She glanced nervously at the rice and saw that it was almost done. She remembered Rasid's tip to let the steam cook the rice and shut it off early, covering the pot.
Dorothy let out a deep sigh then let out a soft giggle. Before she knew it, she, Dorothy Catalonia, was actually freely laughing.
Rasid and Iman quickly rushed into the kitchen, their faces visions of worry. When they saw their normally calm and collected superior actually laughing, warm smiles came to their faces. Dorothy caught herself and looked at the two with a soft smile.
"I did it."
Dorothy returned downstairs slowly, spotting Iman and Rasid deep in conversation by the dinner table. They both looked at her and Iman's lips soon curved into a smile. Rasid rubbed the bridge of his nose and swallowed.
"Do you think it's too much?" Dorothy asked innocently. She turned around slowly, allowing them to observe her outfit in full.
Dorothy had gone for a look that purred sexuality, but kept her looking classy, leaving much to the imagination. She had on a black, lace halter top. The neck was a low dipped V-neck with scalloped trim and tied around at the back of her neck. It was well-fitted and nicely showed her trim waist and ample chest.
She had on a pair of bright red slacks, sitting low on her waist; the sexy fit showing off the curvature of her lower body. They were sleek and modern and the color went well with her open-toe and black, low heels.
She'd taken out her modest braid earlier and her hair was now a glorious wave of gold. She looked totally different from their normal Dorothy in Iman and Rasid's eyes. She looked as young as she did in the war, even though even now she was only twenty-one and almost twenty-two.
"Very nice Miss Dorothy," Iman praised. Rasid nodded slowly in agreement, clearing his throat. "I'll be…waiting by the door for Master Quatre," he said, quickly excusing himself.
Iman chuckled. "I think he's had enough of us girls for one day. I'll bring out the fruit and dip appetizer Miss Dorothy."
Dorothy nodded. "Thank you. You've really help me a lot today."
"My pleasure," Iman smiled, leaving quietly.
Dorothy sat down at the side of the table, pensively drumming her fingers. Within moments, there was the noise of a key in a lock and Dorothy felt her heart flutter.
Suddenly a flash of remembrance came to Dorothy and for a moment she gripped her arm rest tightly. 'One thing at a time Dorothy, one thing at a time.'
As Dorothy heard Quatre and Rasid exchange pleasantries, Iman brought in and set up the main dish and appetizer with the help of an assistant. Last but not least, she placed a bottle of newly purchased and freshly chilled white wine. She gave Dorothy a wink and left.
Just as she left Quatre entered the room and Dorothy locked her gaze with his. "Quatre."
"Dorothy!" Quatre said with surprise. He was froze and stared at her, the decorations, and the food.
"You look…you look like perfection," he breathed, he eyes returning to gaze at her most admiringly.
Dorothy bit her lip and smiled the coy smile she was famous for. "Go change I'll be waiting."
Quatre nodded obediently and left the room still in shock.
Dorothy rose from her chair and poured the white wine into the pitched. She finished just as Quatre returned minutes later. He had put on a pair of khakis and pale yellow t-shirt. He sat down at the head of the table and looked at Dorothy in awe.
"Did you, who cooked all this? Decorated?" Quatre blinked still observing everything curiously, his speech a bit disconnected in his astonishment.
"I cooked it. And I picked out the flowers, but Rasid and Iman decorated the table."
"You cooked it? Dorothy! I didn't know you could cook! Or you want to! You should have told me," he lightly admonished her, taking her hand into his own.
Dorothy smiled. "I didn't know I could cook. First off, let's help ourselves to this fruit and cream dip then we can get to eating what I cooked."
Quatre insisted on feeding Dorothy after 'all she went through for him' and of course he took it as his opportunity to brush the dip across her lips and clean it off with his tongue. She laughed and bit the tip of his tongue lightly, feeding him when he allowed her to.
Quatre reached forward, twining his hands into his hair. "This look…is beautiful," he murmured, his eyes trailing downward over her body. Dorothy could feel herself shiver under his gaze and chucked his chin lightly with her thumb.
"Back to the meal. I worked too hard on it," Dorothy scolded him.
He picked up her hand and turned it upward to him. He slowly began to kiss the padding of her finger tips and palm, drawing each digit into his moist mouth to suckle on softly.
Dorothy grinned and pulled her hand away. "The food silly! I didn't work that hard on this look."
Quatre grinned sheepishly and the two served themselves. Quatre was mumbling compliments at every bite, generously swishing his fresh bread in the sauce and taking seconds on it with the rice.
"What's the name of this Dorothy? What kind of food is this? It's wonderful! I've gotten so used to my homeland's traditional cooking I've forgotten food like this existed."
"It's called Gambas al Ajillo, or garlic shrimp," Dorothy replied casually.
"This is Spanish?" Quatre asked in surprise.
"I never told you, but my Dad was a Spaniard. I'm actually fluent in the language. He was born in Barcelona, Catalonia. Oh and I'm Spaniard royalty," Dorothy grinned, enjoying Quatre's increasing confusion.
"Wh-What? Royalty? Dorothy explain."
Dorothy explained her heritage to him and how she came up with the dish. Quatre was amazed and told her how happy he was she had good memories to look back on. A look of realization suddenly came to him and he smirked.
"No wonder your temper is so—"
Dorothy put a finger to his lips and smirked back. "Don't test your luck."
When they finished eating, they went into their living room to curl up on the couch. Quatre pulled Dorothy into his lap, holding her close to him as he told her about his day and asked about her last negotiations meeting. Dorothy told him how her other night went and they soon lapsed into a casual silence.
"I missed this Dorothy," Quatre whispered softly into her hair, threading her long lochs through his fingers.
Dorothy cuddled herself more closely into his chest. "I did too Quatre. Let's never fight again?" she asked softly, inhaling his scent deeply.
He tilted her chin up to his lips and deeply kissed her, his hands slinking over the curves of her breasts. Dorothy smoothed her hand up his chest and around his neck, grasping him to her more tightly.
A battle of tongues ensued, each kiss rougher than the last. He bit into her lips as she bit into his, his grip tightening and loosening around her body and in her hair as they bruised one another's lips in affectionate passion.
Dorothy groaned softly, as he pulled her up further, soon dipping her into one arm as they gradually slid downward onto the soft sofa.
Dorothy stopped him, placing one hand on his chest and pushing him up gently.
"Wait Quatre," she whispered and Quatre pulled back, sitting up with her easily. He kissed her cheek softly, nuzzling into her soft skin.
"What is it my love?"
There was a brief pause of quiet, the soft glow of a French lamp on a table nearby and the ample moonlight through their Italian designed windows their only other guests.
Dorothy was enjoying herself, but something that had been bothering her since the night before was forcing her to finally determine if tonight would truly be her death or resurrection.
"I have…something to ask you. What…happened the last night between you and An Liu? You came home so late," Dorothy asked, keeping her tone steady, though the beginnings of angry accusation were already boiling down within her.
"We went out to a café. She'd called me up to, well I'm not sure why really," he frowned, realizing even during the course of the night the reason for her call had never been answered.
"But anyway, she picked up on my recent…stressful feelings and asked if I'd like to share an evening drink to just talk or something. I agreed."
"And you two…just shared a drink?" Dorothy pressed.
"She...well she tried to kiss me. Well she did kiss me but I pushed her away. There was something odd about her mouth though, it was—"
"Your tongue was in her mouth?" Dorothy yelled in disbelief, pushing away from him.
"No!" Quatre tried to assure her. "Well she tried to, in my mouth, and something—"
"Obviously she did! What's wrong with you Quatre? I thought there was nothing between you two!" Dorothy said angrily, rising to her feet.
"Dorothy! Listen to me! She kissed me! And I—"
"Quatre, it takes two people to kiss. Did you…did you enjoy it?" Dorothy said more quietly, the first pangs of hurt entering into her voice. She struggled to contain her emotions, cursing herself softly.
"By God Dorothy! She's a silly idiot compared to you! She's a characterless brat! She is nothing to me! She has feelings for me but I hold none for her! None Dorothy! None!"
Quatre dropped to his knees, taking her hands into his own as he gazed up at her imploringly.
"Please believe me Dorothy," he whispered. "Let's not have another miscommunication. She is nothing Dorothy. The sun would have to fall into the Earth and a thousand angels burst out like a piñata before I ever felt a drop of the love I feel for you for her. I'm devoted and married to you Dorothy…there's only you in the deepest parts of my heart Dorothy. Only you, and always you."
Dorothy gazed at him silently, tears coming into her eyes. The seconds slowly crept passed and Quatre could feel fear gradually rising up into his throat.
"I believe you Quatre," she replied tenderly at last.
"It's in your eyes...one of the first things I fell in love with about you," Dorothy continued, her voice growing thicker with emotion at every moment, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.
A hesitant smile came to her face. "Sun into the Earth you say? A thousand angels burst out like a…piñata?" Dorothy grinned wider, amusement dancing in her eyes.
Quatre smiled warmly, rising to his feet. "A trillion. Dorothy, I don't want to talk anymore," he whispered, pulling her softer form into a hard embrace.
"Let me show you how much I love you."
Dorothy silently nodded and felt her feet leave the ground as he gathered her into his arms. She closed her eyes, giving into the yens of her body and letting go of any uncertainty in her mind.
Dorothy clutched at Quatre's back like a child to its most beloved possession, happily embracing him as he buried his scent into her with each flittering kiss across her neck, collarbone, and face.
He just held her to him for a time, slowly working off the bindings of her bra, releasing almost the full sight of her body to his eager eyes. His lips continued to drown themselves in the slope of her neck, her hushed cries only causing him to lower his lips further to the dip of her breasts, causing her more frustrated anticipation.
She twisted his hair in between her fingers forcefully and Quatre invited the pain; his only concentration was on bringing her to a blinding climax and nothing else; to have only him on her mind and the gratification he so adamantly wanted to provide.
She raised her arms above her head and allowed him to slip off her bra and his mouth quickly descended downward, but instead of landing where she expected and needed, he merely skimmed his lips ever so lightly around the curving edge.
Dorothy went to move his head and his slid his own arms between her own and around, pinning them back and far apart at her sides. He finally took the most sensitive part of her flesh into the damp expanse of his mouth, letting his warm tongue lavishly ignite each nerve.
Gentle kisses became teasing bites, then prolonged suckling of his lips, leaving red blemishes in their wake upon her skin.
Dorothy forcefully arched up at that point and Quatre lifted his face and released her arms, allowing her to flip him onto his back.
Dorothy sat up onto his hips, placing her hands onto his chest as she lowered her mouth to forcefully push his lips apart with her tongue. She tasted him thoroughly, a soft groan of desire escaping her lips as she moved above him, grinding their lower bodies together slowly.
"You tease me too much," she mumbled, slinking her own fingers into his partly opened slacks. Quatre this time was arching up to meet her, holding her hips firmly, moaning deep in his throat as she moved above him.
"I know and we both love it," he grinned and flipped her back underneath him and Dorothy chuckled softly, allowing Quatre to take full control again He finished taking off the rest of his clothes, and moved back on top of her.
Quatre loved the strong fragrance the honey blossoms had left on her skin and hair. They lush aroma only ignited his senses further with the unfamiliarity of it. He was used to her softer, clean scent of citrus. But tonight, the feeling of excitement from her was only reinforced with the new fervent scent.
He finally slipped off the thin material of her lingerie and as he adjusted her to him. Dorothy placed one hand on his stomach in the motion of stopping him.
"Quatre, in the drawer…there's a condom; take it out. I want to put it on for you. Let's see if it changes anything," Dorothy whispered softly, an ardent smile on her lips.
He paused, and kissed her, whispering against her mouth, "Are you sure?" doing all in his power to see if he could extinguish this mysterious fear…
"I'm sure Quatre. I just want to see. We haven't before," Dorothy gazed up at him innocently; her full expression hidden from him in the moonlight and dusk.
Quatre nodded and kissed her quickly once again, finding the item she asked for. He gave it to her and allowed her to place it on him. She leaned her head up to his and kissed each of his lips lovingly.
"Now," she whispered, the urgency in her voice clear.
Quatre did not hesitate and took his time to enter her slowly, allowing her to feel every inch in gradual, tantalizing steps.
Before he even finished, she was entangled around him and they moved together in a familiar rhythm. Dorothy slid her hands onto his bottom, moving him more slowly or more quickly as she wished, one hand sliding lower to grip at his thigh softly. She moved her hand higher to do it again, her soft hands massaging warmly into his firm skin. She moved her hands at different times, repeating her movements, gripping him tightly each time she felt she'd reached her limit.
Quatre couldn't take it anymore. "Dorothy," he growled, the tightening of her hands and body exasperating him to no end. He pulled back from her quickly and slide his hands to her hips, turning her onto her stomach.
Dorothy gasped softly as he slid her up to meet him, reentering her from his new position behind her. Dorothy yelled his name aloud, his reentrance deeper and much fuller inside of her. Quatre lost himself in the feel of her, even the sounds of her ecstasy leaving him.
'I need to be closer to her! I need her more! This,' he thought urgently, opening his eyes and pulling fully away from her, tearing off the offending second skin, 'must go.'
He reentered her more forcefully than before. He could hear Dorothy calling out beneath him, begging him to finish and telling him she wanted to meet him there.
Quatre shouted blissfully at his climax, hugging her to him possessively. Dorothy reached the height of her passion with him, calling his name out over and over.
Quatre hugged Dorothy to him gently, her own arms encircled around him tightly.
"I love you Quatre. I love you more than anything in this world…" she whispered against his neck.
"I love you Dorothy; forever and always," he whispered back.
Dorothy playfully ran her nails over his chest and smiled up at him. "You were wonderful. It didn't feel different at all."
"What didn't? Oh," and Quatre felt the first pangs of guilt within him. "You just make me a better man in all aspects Dorothy," he said softly, kissing her forehead to hide his troubled gaze from her.
Dorothy chuckled against him, snuggling herself into the crook of his arm. Quatre adjusted the two of them so Dorothy could lay full on his chest in his arms.
He caressed her tenderly, looking over her golden head to gaze out the same window and into the same night sky Dorothy had not so long ago.
Quatre felt troubled and a small voice within him argued his actions.
'She's your wife! Nonetheless, she was only seeking a new sensation; nothing more, nothing less.'
A smaller voice however argued back also. 'There may have been more to her words.'
'Then she's the sly one!' the first voice argued back.
Quatre shook his head and forced his eyes closed, letting the darkness drown out the moonlight as well as his uneasy thoughts.
'Or maybe he is…'
Gambas - Spanish for "prawns," or any of various edible crustaceans similar to but larger than the shrimps.
Cazuelas - Terra cotta cooking dishes made of clay which has been glazed over a low fire. They have been used in Spain for thousands of years literally from the time of the Romans, and even before. The glaze on the cazuelas contains no lead, and is safe for all cooking applications.
Tulips (General) - Perfect Lover, Frame
Tulip (Red) - Believe Me, Declaration of Love
Tulip (Variegated) - Beautiful Eyes
Tulip (Yellow) - There's Sunshine in Your Smile
Moorish Fortress called the Alhambra in Spain - Monument in Granada, Spain. Moorish fortress from the 11th century.
Honey suckles - Generous and devoted affection
Rosebud (mosses) - Confession of love
Hmm, I'll let this chapter speak for itself. Just listed some things people may not be familiar with (I know I wasn't!) and a clue to just why I used those flowers in paticular. If you haven't noticed yet, I love the messages flowers can hold. Enough of me and my mindless prattle, review like you have so far! And to those who haven't, what are you waiting for!
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