Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do own Room 203, but I do not own the song, I shamefully stole it to make this not only a drama and angst, but also a song fic. Ha, take that!!

Chapter 3:

The New Song

He had his hands on her breast, kneading the soft mounds roughly. Her moans tore viciously from her lips as he thrust into her from behind. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into the soft flesh, thrusting wildly.

"Trowa!" Roddy screamed, gripping the metal of the headboard in her right hand and the white hotel pillow in her left hand. He grabbed her by her waist as he fell back on his haunches, pushing his long, strong legs between hers and thrusting upwards. She leaned her head back onto his strong chest, and nipped at his left bicep, leaving the previously smooth, tan skin with a mark that you could take dental impressions from.

"You play too rough." Trowa said flipping her onto her back and thrusting into her rougher than he had before. He put her legs around his waist and leaned down to kiss her, resting his weight on his elbows, which were placed on either side of her head.

"You haven't seen rough, mister bassist." She said in a playful voice as she flipped him onto his back. She spread her small, lean fingers over his chest and pushed herself up on him. Trowa gripped her hips and thrust into her, countering her strokes. His right hand snaked from her hips to her breast, kneading the mound softly this time. The other hand left her hip and dipped between him, manipulating her swollen ball of nerves. She gripped his chest hard, her nails digging into his left pectoral and a scream of utter bliss escaping her lips. He was quick to follow a low guttural moan signaling his release. She collapsed on top of him both of them trying hard to catch their breaths.

"I like Duo, I think he'll be good for the band." She said rolling off of him and snuggling next to him with her head on his chest. Trowa chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"This means that you want to sleep with him." Trowa said in a more serious tone.

"No, those days are over. Unless you and Quatre want to give it a go." Roddy smirked as she leaned over him and pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

"I can see the headline now, Room 203 sex scandal: bassist, drummer and lead singer, Roddy Adelphia, caught in naughty sex threesome." Trowa giggled and flipped her back over onto her back and pushed some of the strands of hair out of her face.

"No, Trowa, I think my wild days are passed me." She said snuggling his neck.

"You promise." She looked earnest enough but he wanted to be sure.

"I wanna love ya," she started to sing, "and treat you right. I wanna love ya, every day and every night. We'll be together, with the roof over our heads. We'll share the shelter of my single bed." She kissed him.

"Is this love that I'm feeling?" he tried to sing with her but fell flat.

"That's why the you're the bassist and I'm the lead singer." She lay her head once again on his chest.

"Well, I think this tour is shaping up to be good." Trowa said. It had been three weeks since Duo had joined their band and things were shaping up to be absolutely amazing. Duo's talent and good looks had gotten many reviews in itself. It even got the guys a spread on a popular magazine entitled "The Men of Room 203." Usually it was Roddy who was the center of attention but she loved the fact that her band was now getting more recognition. If it weren't for the men that stood behind her the dream of having a band wouldn't have come true. The tour was almost over, their last stop being that very night. Then they would be back in the studio trying to come up with some new music, and Roddy was always thinking.

"I think I want to take 203 in a different direction. The rock aspect is what I love the most, but I'm really wanting to try something for the new single."

"Like what?" he loved it when she talked business. She was so creative especially with her vision of the band. She had always talked about making the band more of a mainstream type band, but without losing the concept and flavor that was so unique.

"Well, I don't want to sell out, but I would like to try some of the blues, hip-hop thing with 203. I know the image would have to change but not so much where we looked like we've sold out. I mean, I'll never do a Coke commercial, but I really want to try something new. We've released two albums and I think our fans are looking for something more innovative. I think Duo can do that."

"What do you have in mind?" Trowa asked listening intently to her.

"Well, you know when Janet went from good girl to bad girl to very bad girl. I want to do that. I want 203 to be a bit more sensual. The last few songs have been rather…"

"Pissy." Trowa finished the sentence.

"Yeah." She jumped from the bed and ran over to her bag and pulled a small note pad out. Trowa recognized this pad as the one that she wrote song lyrics on. Some great songs had been composed on that pad. She handed the notepad to him and pointed to a song. Trowa took it and started reading.

 "I like."

"You'll like this even more. I started a bass line for you, a little bit more complicated. I was thinking about taking Jina off that damned keyboard and putting her on an actual piano for this one. In my mind Quatre uses a lot more cymbal and snare; and the guitar, oh god the guitar is so sexy." She said wrapping herself in the sheets.

"Sing it for me." He said handing her back the tablet. She looked at him with a smirk on her face.

Don't you wanna be, cause I can't pretend.

Don't you wanna be, more than friends.

Hold me tight and don't let go. Don't let go.

Have the right to loose control. Don't let go.

Her voice was a bit harsh because it wasn't warm, but it suited the song. The song was a bit bluesy, had a bit more harmony and sounded like a really good change for the band. The lyrics were simple, something that the average man could get stuck in their head and never want to get out.

"I'll talk to Duo first thing after the tour." Roddy said, looking at Trowa's face.

****

Duo was sitting in the studio waiting for everyone to show up. It had been almost a month since the tour was over and he'd had more stardom than he could stand. He was warming up his fingers on his guitar just playing a riff that he'd been working on. He liked being by himself in the studio; he could let his creative juices flow and this riff had been bugging him in his sleep.

"I like that." Roddy was standing in the doorway looking very much not like a rock star. She had on gray sweat pants and a white tank top, her hair was in a low ponytail, she had bottled water in her left hand and an apple in the other. She reached into her backpack that was slung over her left shoulder and got a small notepad out of it. She handed it to Duo and let him look it over before speaking.

"I want that riff for that song." She said. Duo looked at her with disdain.

"Do you think that I'm going to let Heero play my shit."

"Duo let me tell you my vision. This band is lagging behind. Sure we went double platinum with the last album, but we need to keep moving with the times. What I have envisioned is more innovative than any other rock band has ever tried."

"We're not negotiating, Rod. Heero would just fuck it up. His style is too rigid, too much rock n' roll not enough soul."

"I agree, which is why I brought this song to you. Only you could do it justice. This band needs some sex, that's what sells. We've been on countless magazine covers and we're a collective portion of the 50 Most Beautiful People. We're starting to be noticed as more than musicians, we're sex symbols. I need some sexy music."

"So, you're basically sick of Heero's rough riffs and you want me to mellow it out and sex it up."

"We'll try this song and see how it works out. I'm giving you a single. This is my baby more so than any other song I've ever written. Treat it as if it were your own." Roddy said handing over the tablet. Duo shook his head and took the tablet in his hand. She was walking towards the doorway.

"How long do I have for this?" he asked before she left.

"Until our first recording rehearsal," she said looking at the clock above the door, "that gives you until tomorrow." She walked from the room and closed the door.

"That woman, she's crazy." Duo said and started working on that riff that he'd been practicing earlier.

****

It was relatively quiet in the in the studio, all but Duo's constant playing and cursing. With everything he tried with the riff he fell flat, nothing sounded sexy enough or worthy of Roddy's voice. He couldn't feel the lyrics and he couldn't understand the concept.

"Shit, by tomorrow morning, how does she expect me to do this by tomorrow morning?" Duo said, throwing down the tablet with the lyrics on it. He put his guitar down and bent down to pick up the tablet. He walked over to a corner with bottled water and sat down, reading and re-reading the words, trying to get a feel of what Roddy wanted. This woman was too talented for her own good.

"What's it gonna be," he said off rhythm. He stopped short and banged his head against the concrete wall behind him, "What's it gonna be. Shit! To bad I can't sing."

"I can." Her voice was soft, the softest it had ever been talking to him since he'd become a member of the band. He couldn't see her over the amps but he knew it was Jina. He could smell her, the Lavender floated to his nose and he stood quickly to greet her. There was no lie, sexual tension flowed between the two of them, but she was Heero's girl and that bastard carried a sense of danger wherever he was. Duo was even worried about Roddy going over Heero's head and asking him to play lead on this one song. What would that mean for the band? Duo wasn't accustomed to fucking up someone's chemistry that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"What are you working on?" Jina asked. She had on a pair of black running pants and a white tank top. Obviously she'd come for some late night practice because she brought the amp cord for her keyboard.

"Something Roddy gave me." Duo said as he sat on one of the wooden stools in the room.

"I got this e-mail earlier today and it had some new song on it. I came to try it out," she looked over at his hand and noticed that it was Roddy's lyric notepad, "ah, you're going to play lead."

"Yeah, but I don't have a clue as to what she wants." Duo said lowering his head in frustration. He looked cute and vulnerable and Jina couldn't help but smile. His usually tidy braid was coming loose and as he lowered his head small strands fell into his face.

"Look, just play what comes natural, if you feel the music, she'll feel the music. I'll go set up and start practicing and you can work off of my keyboard. Maybe that will make it easier for you." Jina walked over to the keyboard, turned it on and plugged it into the amp and started to practice on the chords Rod had given her to work with.

"Does she always do this?"

"What?"

"Act so bold. I mean she's completely changing the style of the band."

"Roddy knows what she wants and she goes to get it. Sometimes it gets her in trouble but she just shrugs it off and keeps going. Nothing stops her nothing makes her falter. I envy her a bit."

"Why?"

"She just has a way, something that I can't explain. People put up with it because she's charming and usually right. She always tells me to take risk."

"What is life without risks?" Duo asked, looking at her with clear cobalt eyes.

"Safe." Jina replied.

"Ah, so that's why you're with Heero, he's safe. He's someone that will always be safe." Duo said picking up his guitar and plucking at the strings.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She sounded offended. Duo smiled at this, had he finally gotten under her skin?

"Nothing, Jina, it's just that… never mind." He said looking away from her fiery brown eyes.

"What?"

"There is an obvious attraction between the two of us yet you still hold onto Yuy's hand."

"There is no attraction…"

"Liar. If I were to walk over there right now and pin you against the wall you wouldn't resist." He said standing up and putting down his guitar. She eyed him carefully, watching for any sudden movements. He was slightly right; she did crave someone like him. But he was a man for Roddy, someone dangerous and passionate and sexy. She shook those thoughts away from her head and looked at him resolutely.

"You're just not my type."

"What? Boring? Keep this in mind Jina, opposites attract." Duo said and walked out of the studio, having packed up guitar. He was tired and that last thing he felt like doing was arguing with an obstinate woman.