~I Love You. Goodbye.~
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Since I got sorta challanged into
writing a lime by someone on ~ * ~ After the end of the war, Dorothy Catalonia sought comfort in the arms of many men, but only one ended up crawling into her heart and soul. It began slowly, though their relationship itself did not. She spotted him at a charity function, looking rather bored at all the going ons. Relena must have talked him into it, because it hardly seemed like something he would enjoy. Since even she was getting tired of the flattery and small talk, she decided to have a little fun. She ended up having more than a little fun, and nearly scandalized Relena with her forward behavior in such a public place. Dorothy didn't care what they thought of her though. He always said that was one thing he liked about her. She didn't delude herself though. He liked her for the sex as much as anything else. That's all anyone liked her for. That and her money. But he never seemed to care about her money or title. He knew who she was and who she had been. No one could possibly have feelings for someone who used to be their enemy. Perhaps that was why she thought it was safe to return to him the first few times. The third time they were together, he ran his fingers through her hair and whispered that as long as she was sorry and wished to be forgiven, then her past did not matter. That was the only time he ever saw her cry, and because of her shame, she didn't visit him again for a month. She did visit him again though. She tried to stay away, but he filled her thoughts when she laid down to sleep at night. Images of him danced across her passion blinded vision while other men's hands roamed over her body. He was like some magnet that kept pulling on her. Dorothy almost broke down and visited him many times, but it wasn't until Relena mentioned he'd asked about her that she folded and actually made it to his door. They didn't always have sex. He enjoyed doing the oddest things. He took her on a picnic once. She hadn't been on one since her father died. He even took her swimming at a beach down on Earth. She enjoyed that a lot. When he asked her why, she smiled and said, "It's just like flying. Just without wings." That was the first time he ever kissed her in public, though she never understood why. Soon after, they both got an invitation to another party thrown by Relena. Dorothy was hardly shy or ashamed, so she was the one who asked him. When they arrived together, Relena pulled them both aside and urged them not to make a scene. To the young Foreign Minister's woes, they did. And much more so than the first time they met. Relena nearly didn't invite her again, but the Catalonia fortune was something she couldn't afford to lose at this stage. But, she did stop sending invitations to him, though that didn't stop Dorothy from bringing him. They'd been seeing each other on and off for seven months before he told her that he thought she was beautiful. It wasn't the words that touched her so. She knew she was beautiful. It was the fact that he pressed his lips against her each of her sweat-slicked eyebrows right before he said it. She stopped sharing her bed with anyone else but him after that. It took a few more months with him before she realized. She was in love with him. Dorothy Catalonia was in love with Duo Maxwell. And the night she realized it was the night she left him. She didn't leave right away. She was laying in bed with him, playing with the end of his braid while he dozed softly. Once she'd asked him why he didn't cut his hair. He was reluctant, but he told her, pulling arms around her gently. He didn't cut his hair because it was the one thing that was truly his. The one thing no one could ever take away from him. That lead them both to disclosing the stories of their childhood's. Two extremely different stories, but riddled with loss. They both lost a lot. Perhaps that was a reason they were drawn together. Dorothy loved his hair. Sometimes he even took it down before they had sex. Together, they had a lot of hair and almost didn't need blankets. Not that they used them much. She nudged him awake, kissing his neck and under his chin. It took him a few moments before he responded, murmuring softly. She started to unbraid his hair and he turned those wide blue eyes on her and grinned. He knew she only unbraided her hair when she wanted something. More specifically, a certain something. Not that he ever protested. It was the only time that she could honestly say they made love, at least from her side. When they finished, she didn't let him fall back asleep. She wanted to take a shower. With him. It wasn't the first time they had, but she knew it would be the last. Under the downpour of water droplets, Dorothy pressed her lips against his skin more than once. More than a dozen times. She wanted to feel, to taste, every inch of him, memorize every muscle, every line. Even the scars he had. Some were given to him by her. She wasn't exactly the most gentle lover. She was that night. She'd been so gentle. She even washed his hair that night, and he returned the favor, saying how much he liked her hair. How soft it was. It was then that Dorothy decided something. "Braid my hair, Duo." she whispered against his neck, body pressed against his while his hands reached around her to work the shampoo into her hair. "I want you to braid my hair when we're done." His hands paused, but when she pressed a kiss on the water-slicked neck and asked, "Please?" he nodded. She never said that to him before. She never asked for anything. If she wanted something, she took it. It was better that she left before it got any worse. She didn't let him wait for morning to braid it, saying she wanted him to do it right then, even wet as it was. Perhaps Duo knew something was wrong then, but be complied, brushing her wet blonde hair out and braiding it very carefully. When they finally got to sleep it was closer to dawn then dusk, but she was gone well before the artificial sunlight of the Colony flooded through the windows. She left two things behind. Two things that could be physically touched at least. A note. And her hair. It wasn't difficult to find an extra tie to secure the braid at the base of her neck, nor was it to find a sharp enough knife. Dorothy hadn't had her hair cut in years, not since her father died, so immediately she noticed the change in weight on her scalp. She didn't bother straightening the cut of her newly chin length hair. She couldn't risk him waking up while she was still there. Laying the severed braid beside the note on the side of the bed that she normally slept on, Dorothy leaned over to press one last kiss on his lips. He moved as she did, muttering something in his sleep. He didn't stir again. And she left. When Dorothy stepped outside, her neck felt cold, her eyes felt hot, and her chest felt tight. But somehow she managed a smile. She wouldn't let herself be sad. He gave her the one thing she'd been searching for. Dorothy Catalonia. The war craving granddaughter of Duke Dermail. The warrior and the politician. The girl who plotted against and betrayed even those closet to her. That girl was dead. She died in the arms of the God of Death. Whoever she would be now didn't matter. Everything she had been was sacrificed in that room, and now she would make her own future. Her own life. And the note she left contained four words, written in her normal, elegant hand. I love you. Goodbye. ~ * ~ I'm almost tempted to write a sequel or a co-fic from Duo's POV... c.c; |