Author's Notes: Read on!!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. DOH.
Four Weddings and a DivorceChapter 2:
Tch, weak woman. You infuriate me.
Dorothy hated herself. She had lost once again. Quatre Raberba Winner has once again proven, that she could never resist him.
He was doing the one thing he does so well after a wild roll in the sack (couch, whatever..), and that was sleeping.Dorothy rolled her eyes and she couldn't help but smile. He was adorable. He may be the head of the Winner Corporation, the father of four—oh no, eight (Dorothy clenched her fists at the thought) and Dorothy's ultimate weakness, but he sleeps like a baby. Her angel. His green eyes were shut, his golden locks tumbling down his forehead and his mouth slightly parted. Her forked eyebrows suddenly shot up at that. I hope he doesn't drool all over me…
He stirred, nuzzling closer to her. Her heart ached… or maybe that's just the weight of his head between her breasts. Whatever. She loved him. She wanted him. She needed him. She had to leave him.
With great difficulty, she pushed him off her, praying all the while that he may not wake up. She shuddered to think of what will happen if he did. The vicious cycle would just repeat itself…
She picked up her clothes and carefully pulled them on. She had some difficulty with the zipper. Damn, damn, damn. Note to self: Never wear dresses with zippers going down the back when visiting Quatre. She suddenly felt cold all over when she realized what she just told herself. No you foolish woman. Heck, wear them. Because you are not letting this… this thing with Quatre happen again. Yeah, what you said the last time.
She looked herself over in the full-length mirror he had installed in the office at her request. She combed her long silvery hair hurriedly. She looked a little mussed, but the appearance will have to do for now. She didn't have time to dally, lest he wake up. And muss her all over again. She was glad Quatre's office was soundproof. They weren't exactly the quietest couple when it came down to that.
She wanted to kiss him at least, but she forced herself to walk towards the door. "Goodbye, Quatre." She made sure to lock the door after her. He wasn't decent yet.
"Hey, Melissa!!" Came a loud voice with an American accent.
"Good afternoon, Mister Maxwell!! Good afternoon, Mister Barton!!" The secretary chirped.
Duo gave her a big smile. Trowa merely nodded.
"Is Dorothy there?" He asked, the green eye visible from underneath his hair shifting uncomfortably. The secretary knew what he meant.
"She just left a couple of hours ago, looking rather flushed and rumpled I must say!!" Melissa winked, and it was plain from the look on her face that she wouldn't mind if her employer's friends rumple her a little as well. She was always like this; perhaps she still hoped that like him, Quatre's friends could take several more wives. She was always trying to zero in on the former Gundam pilots. She would go after Quatre too, if not for Dorothy.
"Dorothy was here??!" Duo exclaimed. Melissa nodded. Duo let out a loud hoot and Trowa shook his head.
"Well, well, he keeps getting better and better." Duo commented as he opened the door. "Q-MAN!! Glad to see you—and looking decent too!!"
Quatre was sitting on his leather chair, his feet propped up on the desk. He gave them a mischievous smile.
"I heard you got your favorite wife laid again, huh??" Duo grinned.
Quatre's chest puffed up proudly and he replied cockily, "That's right—"
"Tsk," Trowa interjected. "You seduced her again."
"You can call it that, if you want, but—" He wagged a finger. "The fact that I was able to do it only means that she still loves me."
"Or maybe she just needed to release some heat." Trowa retorted.
"It's really none of your business," Quatre said, almost angrily.
"Hey!!" Duo cut in. He was here to discuss to his friends his cute little daughter's birthday, not watch them brawl. "Enough bickering."
"I'm trying hard to understand you, Quatre." Trowa murmured. "The whole world knows you love only Dorothy. Why did you marry three more times then?"
"Trowa," Quatre said in a manner one states an obvious fact. "It's tradition."
"In your culture, yes. You're Arabian. But Dorothy is a European aristcocrat. You can't expect her to accept polygamy."
"But…" Quatre looked confused. "If she really loved me, she'd understand."
"If she didn't love you, she wouldn't bother on trying to make you hers alone." Trowa countered.
"My other wives understand—"
"Quatre, they have to. You're the one that keeps their businesses secure. And you can get their children a hefty chunk of your fortune. It's nothing more than a business deal."
"She's my first wife, she can order them around—"
"And that's about the only thing she remotely likes in the arrangement." Trowa told him flatly.
"You know she's the only one I love." Quatre said.
"Why don't you show her that then?" Trowa demanded.
"Trowa, don't scold me." Quatre said coldly. "You can't still be after my wife, can you, I mean, you can only marry once and you already have Catherine—"
"Don't accuse me of that, Winner!!!" Trowa shouted.
"Whoa, men! Chill!" Duo finally stood in between them. "Trowa, let him do what he wants, it's his life! Quatre, you're lucky Hilde babe isn't here or she'd try again to skin you alive. Now on to business!! Roxanne's big day!!"
But Trowa was already headed out the door of the door.
"Trowa!!" Duo called. He turned to Quatre, an apologetic look on his face.. "Sorry Quatre, I guess we'll go ahead. I'll see you man!!" He followed Trowa out the door.
"Okay," Quatre sighed. Nobody understands…
Author's Notes: Wokay!! Whatta conflict!! Just to make things clear, I am not implying that Trowa has a thing for Dorothy, rather, I am just showing the usual disapproval that someone not accustomed to different customs will naturally have. Trowa and Catherine are Dorothy's friends too, y'know… Seeing as she's not the "woman who cannot cry" anymore…