Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it's characters, or anything else I might make reference to that other people own

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it's characters, or anything else I might make reference to that other people own. Wow, that made sense (sarcasm).

Authors' Notes: Oh my God, I suck soooo much! I'm wicked sorry that I haven't posted anything in forever. You see, I've been getting ready to go off to college, and on top of that my family moved from Virginia to Missouri. Thanks for your support.

Last Time on "I Love Lucy":

Both felt that nervous pleasure, the euphoric rush just before a kiss. Dorothy flushed and closed her eyes, stopping millimeters away from Quatre's lips. 'Please, meet half way, just one more time,' she thought as they hovered barely separated for that eternity in a moment.

He felt that words were necessary, but couldn't find any. He thought quickly, just as impatient to kiss as Dorothy was. The only words he could land upon he whispered, lips brushing together as he did so, "I love you."

Dorothy clenched her eyes tighter shut, and tears slid down her cheek. Quatre decided to end the sweet misery. He closed the rest of the space between their lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck, while he set one hand around her waist and used the other to hold the back of her head. The kiss was sweet, but soon they longed for more than the pressing together of lips….

And picking up where we left off:

Quatre made the first advance. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the perimeter of Dorothy's swollen lips. A startlingly bold offensive, which merited an equally audacious counter-attack. Dorothy used her own tongue to pull his into her mouth, beginning a sensual sparring match. Once a stalemate (however pleasurable) became apparent, Quatre opted for new tactics; he didn't want to be stuck getting nowhere, again.

He released Dorothy's mouth and made a path of light kisses across her cheek to her ear. He sucked and nibbled lightly on the lobe, and Dorothy tilted her head back with a sigh of satisfaction. Quatre then went on to lavish the newly exposed skin of the neck with a litany of soft, hot kisses. He moved lower, toward her collar bone, until he encountered the beaded mesh of her dress. Deciding that this was unacceptable, Quatre let his hands trail down Dorothy's sides, down to the hem of her dress. He lifted it all the way up to where her shoulder blades rested on the mattress, then said, in a husky voice, "sit up."

Surprisingly, Dorothy obeyed the brief command. A moment later, she found herself in Quatre's arms, wearing only her panties. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, while looking straight into his eyes. Once his shirt was open, Quatre pulled Dorothy against him, and she set her head in the crook of his neck. He ran his hand down the golden cape of hair covering her back, and he was trembling. "We can stop now, if you want to," he whispered into her ear.

"I think that might be a good idea."

::knock, knock, knock::

"Master Quatre, I'm sorry to…uh, interrupt you, sir, but guests are beginning to arrive," Rashid's voice was clear and deep, even through the thick, oak door.

Dorothy and Quatre exchanged worried looks, before Dorothy burst out laughing. Quatre failed to see what was so amusing. "I'm going to get ready now. Your bathroom is through that door; I suggest you be ready to help me receive company in a few minutes," Quatre said with a cold tone.

Dorothy continued to laugh, as she walked across the room, arms crossed to cover her chest. "Yes, dear."

"And stop laughing!"

"Yes, dear." She stopped laughing and closed the bathroom door, only to start again.

Quatre sighed and stepped out of the guest room, looking down and walking right into some one who was wearing all black. Behind this black-clad figure, there was a distinctly feminine giggle. 'Oh, shit' was all he could think before a loud, and all too familiar voice, began speaking.

"Way to go, Q-man! So, who's in there, huh? I bet she's a real hot, Arabian chick, am I right? So how's about introducing me to her, if you know what I mean?" Quatre resigned himself and looked up to see Duo winking suggestively.

Then…

"Alright, Shinigami," Hilde said, grabbing her boyfriend's ear. "That's enough of that. But, seriously, who is she Quatre?" she asked excitedly, releasing Duo. The young couple looked at Quatre with the same eager, curious expression.

Sighing in defeat, Quatre replied, "Dorothy Catalonia."

::dramatic music:: What will happen now that the cat(alonia) is out of the bag? Tune in next time… which will be much sooner than this time… you know what I mean. Later.