OUT OF TUNE
Chapter 3: Two Days and An Apartment Later…
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, end of story.
Trowa sighed as he made a full turn in the living room of his new apartment. Well, he and Dorothy's apartment. He had to admit, the girl had good taste. A series of large windows made up the majority of the eastern wall and the kitchenette swept across the wall from the windows to the northern corner, where the door was. On the his right and to the south were the two bedrooms that he and Dorothy would have to eventually fight over and between them was what was supposed to be the bathroom. However, when he said it was supposed to be, that was where the problem was, the main flaw of this apartment.
It was a studio apartment, meaning no walls as of yet. Dorothy had assured him that they'd be getting some screens to go around the bathroom's area but as of yet, these rumored screens had not showed up. And Trowa knew that he'd have to use the bathroom sooner or later.
"Where do you want this, sir?" a slightly weak voice asked from behind. He turned to see the burliest man he'd ever seen in his life carrying his sofa.
"I'm not sure, Dorothy is the interior designer," he muttered in return.
"Alright then, I'll just set it here." And with that he plopped it in front of Trowa. This was terribly convenient seeing as how Trowa was sick of standing around, not being able to do anything.
"Ok, just put the kitchen table near the stove, that's it! No, those boxes are for the bathroom, NO!!! That's the BEDROOM!!" Dorothy's voice could be very high pitched, Trowa noted.
"How can you tell?" Trowa inquired from below. Dorothy's eyes turned to ice as she glared down at Trowa.
"And just WHAT do you thing YOU are doing?" she fired back. Trowa shrugged.
"Weren't you just telling me to get out of your way? Well, that's what I'm doing!" Dorothy threw up her hands in exasperation, leaving behind a very self-satisfied male.
***
"Dorothy, sit down. You've been on your feet all day," Trowa called from the kitchenette. Dorothy furiously shook her head as a reply, as she was to busy putting up another screen around her bedroom.
She'd finished with Trowa's room and the bathroom, but had left her own for last. However, she didn't realize that those screens took an hour each to put up and secure and it was now past 10 o'clock.
Trowa sighed a long sigh before pushing off from the kitchen table to give her a hand. She'd refused the last time he offered and he was sure that she'd refuse this time too, but that didn't matter.
"Here, let me help," he said close to her ear. Dorothy looked up from the wires that she was untangling and into his face. His breath across her face had been warm and soothing.
"I have everything under control," she replied calmly. However, on the inside she was doing summersaults. His close proximity was driving her sending chills up her spine.
"Except your hair, my dear," he answered with a gesture towards her golden locks. Slowly she felt her recent awe of him subside to a bit of a disappointed anger.
"My hair is perfectly fine, and I don't need your help. I didn't need your help before, I sure as hell don't need it now!" With that she turned her back on him and continued untangling wires. Trowa rolled his eyes and made to turn away when an idea hit him.
"Oh, but Dorothy, I think you do need some help!" Trowa wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her up and away from the wiring.
"Trowa Barton, put me down!! Right now!! I'm warning you!!" Dorothy screeched. Her tiny hands pummeled his shoulders but he paid them no heed, even though they hurt.
"You need to rest!" he declared and sat her down in one of the kitchen tables in front of a plate of food he'd set out for her. "But first, eat!" he ordered. Dorothy glowered up at him after glancing at her food.
"You can't tell me what to do!" she cried and got up from the table, making her way to the screens she still needed to put up. 'How dare he do such a-' Her thoughts were cut off as Trowa grabbed her again and carried her into his room. 'Oh good God, what is he doing?!' she frantically asked herself as he plopped her down onto his bed.
"If you won't eat, then you'll sleep. I'll put up the screens tomorrow morning," he ordered and walked out of the room. Dorothy lied there, confused as to what to do. She didn't want to stay in his bed, that left her vulnerable to him and to his whims. But she didn't want to go back out there because there was no telling what he'd do next.
She looked around the room. 'How lazy,' she thought as she caught site of the boxes still lying unopened in the room. In fact, there was only two things that had been put away in this room besides the furniture; the bedding on the bed and a guitar. Her slender hands couldn't resist as she reached out and plucked at a string on the instrument. A deep, echoing sound resonated throughout the room and Dorothy was for a moment scared that Trowa would come back into the room.
But then, with the guitar's note still ringing in her mind, she realized that Trowa certainly wasn't like that. In fact, now it came to her that every time he ordered her to do something, it was something to help her and his voice never was harsh or demanding. It was still soft, even if he became louder.
With these comforting thoughts, Dorothy snuggled into the warmth of Trowa's bedding, which smelled like a mix of intoxicating male scent and maybe, pine trees? Whatever the blend, it was soothing and put the girl to sleep.
Trowa snuck back to the opening of his room and caught site of her finally asleep. She didn't look as intimidating asleep. In fact, her normal tiger-like appearance softened to that of a slumbering kitten. Smiling to himself, he snuck back to his place on the couch and soon, fell prisoner to Sleep.
Hope you all liked this one, a little more Trowa/Dorothy action. More in the next installment, I promise! However, I'm holding off on kissing, this couple is a slow developing one, so don't expect kissing until at least Chapter Five. But I'll post often, so you won't have to wait long!
Please R/R!!
MadameHotaru.of.87
Chapter 3: Two Days and An Apartment Later…
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, end of story.
Trowa sighed as he made a full turn in the living room of his new apartment. Well, he and Dorothy's apartment. He had to admit, the girl had good taste. A series of large windows made up the majority of the eastern wall and the kitchenette swept across the wall from the windows to the northern corner, where the door was. On the his right and to the south were the two bedrooms that he and Dorothy would have to eventually fight over and between them was what was supposed to be the bathroom. However, when he said it was supposed to be, that was where the problem was, the main flaw of this apartment.
It was a studio apartment, meaning no walls as of yet. Dorothy had assured him that they'd be getting some screens to go around the bathroom's area but as of yet, these rumored screens had not showed up. And Trowa knew that he'd have to use the bathroom sooner or later.
"Where do you want this, sir?" a slightly weak voice asked from behind. He turned to see the burliest man he'd ever seen in his life carrying his sofa.
"I'm not sure, Dorothy is the interior designer," he muttered in return.
"Alright then, I'll just set it here." And with that he plopped it in front of Trowa. This was terribly convenient seeing as how Trowa was sick of standing around, not being able to do anything.
"Ok, just put the kitchen table near the stove, that's it! No, those boxes are for the bathroom, NO!!! That's the BEDROOM!!" Dorothy's voice could be very high pitched, Trowa noted.
"How can you tell?" Trowa inquired from below. Dorothy's eyes turned to ice as she glared down at Trowa.
"And just WHAT do you thing YOU are doing?" she fired back. Trowa shrugged.
"Weren't you just telling me to get out of your way? Well, that's what I'm doing!" Dorothy threw up her hands in exasperation, leaving behind a very self-satisfied male.
***
"Dorothy, sit down. You've been on your feet all day," Trowa called from the kitchenette. Dorothy furiously shook her head as a reply, as she was to busy putting up another screen around her bedroom.
She'd finished with Trowa's room and the bathroom, but had left her own for last. However, she didn't realize that those screens took an hour each to put up and secure and it was now past 10 o'clock.
Trowa sighed a long sigh before pushing off from the kitchen table to give her a hand. She'd refused the last time he offered and he was sure that she'd refuse this time too, but that didn't matter.
"Here, let me help," he said close to her ear. Dorothy looked up from the wires that she was untangling and into his face. His breath across her face had been warm and soothing.
"I have everything under control," she replied calmly. However, on the inside she was doing summersaults. His close proximity was driving her sending chills up her spine.
"Except your hair, my dear," he answered with a gesture towards her golden locks. Slowly she felt her recent awe of him subside to a bit of a disappointed anger.
"My hair is perfectly fine, and I don't need your help. I didn't need your help before, I sure as hell don't need it now!" With that she turned her back on him and continued untangling wires. Trowa rolled his eyes and made to turn away when an idea hit him.
"Oh, but Dorothy, I think you do need some help!" Trowa wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her up and away from the wiring.
"Trowa Barton, put me down!! Right now!! I'm warning you!!" Dorothy screeched. Her tiny hands pummeled his shoulders but he paid them no heed, even though they hurt.
"You need to rest!" he declared and sat her down in one of the kitchen tables in front of a plate of food he'd set out for her. "But first, eat!" he ordered. Dorothy glowered up at him after glancing at her food.
"You can't tell me what to do!" she cried and got up from the table, making her way to the screens she still needed to put up. 'How dare he do such a-' Her thoughts were cut off as Trowa grabbed her again and carried her into his room. 'Oh good God, what is he doing?!' she frantically asked herself as he plopped her down onto his bed.
"If you won't eat, then you'll sleep. I'll put up the screens tomorrow morning," he ordered and walked out of the room. Dorothy lied there, confused as to what to do. She didn't want to stay in his bed, that left her vulnerable to him and to his whims. But she didn't want to go back out there because there was no telling what he'd do next.
She looked around the room. 'How lazy,' she thought as she caught site of the boxes still lying unopened in the room. In fact, there was only two things that had been put away in this room besides the furniture; the bedding on the bed and a guitar. Her slender hands couldn't resist as she reached out and plucked at a string on the instrument. A deep, echoing sound resonated throughout the room and Dorothy was for a moment scared that Trowa would come back into the room.
But then, with the guitar's note still ringing in her mind, she realized that Trowa certainly wasn't like that. In fact, now it came to her that every time he ordered her to do something, it was something to help her and his voice never was harsh or demanding. It was still soft, even if he became louder.
With these comforting thoughts, Dorothy snuggled into the warmth of Trowa's bedding, which smelled like a mix of intoxicating male scent and maybe, pine trees? Whatever the blend, it was soothing and put the girl to sleep.
Trowa snuck back to the opening of his room and caught site of her finally asleep. She didn't look as intimidating asleep. In fact, her normal tiger-like appearance softened to that of a slumbering kitten. Smiling to himself, he snuck back to his place on the couch and soon, fell prisoner to Sleep.
Hope you all liked this one, a little more Trowa/Dorothy action. More in the next installment, I promise! However, I'm holding off on kissing, this couple is a slow developing one, so don't expect kissing until at least Chapter Five. But I'll post often, so you won't have to wait long!
Please R/R!!
MadameHotaru.of.87