Challenge # 6 (Another one from Femme Fatale)

"Misconstrued"

by: P-120-

"Hey, Duo," Dorothy called, tapping her foot. "Where's my bra?"

He nearly choked as Dorothy glared at him; from across the room Hilde sent him a nasty look, along with a curious, yet slightly disturbed look from Quatre. Heero didn’t bother to look up from his book, and Relena, sitting next to him was looking pleasantly surprised.

"I know you’ve been snooping around again you and your stupid practical jokes! Where is it?" she demanded to know.

"I-I didn’t do it, I swear it," he backed away from her uneasy, wondering about that gleaming… dangerous look in her eyes.

"Really?" she asked, standing in the doorway, crossing her arms defiantly. "If I find it in your room, it’ll your head I’m coming after with my blade you got it Maxwell?"

He sweat dropped. "I didn’t take it I swear sheesh! It’s not it’s only my room… Heero sleeps in there too!"

She didn’t bother addressing the undisturbed, pilot who was still reading. She only sent that –yeah-right- look at him and marched out and upstairs toward Maxwell’s room. She marched into the first room on the right, and stopped short just after entering. She looked around curiously from her place at the doorway everything was so neat. There wasn’t a speck of dirt to be found, or a sock or book out of place. His bed was neatly made, the desk near the window was tidy and clean. The dresser was spotless… I had no idea he was so tidy, she thought to herself.

"Excuse me, Ms. Dorothy?"

I knew he’d come! She thought triumphantly. She thought as she heard Quatre address her. She turned to face him.

"Yes?"

"Did you want something in there?" he asked. "Duo’s room is the next one down,"

"I know that," she impetuously snapped at him.

"Then, what are you looking for around here?" he asked, stepping inside the room. "You didn’t think I took it?"

She smirked, no innocent little Quatre, it never crossed my mind however… "How do I know you didn’t?" she stepped inside swatting the door closed and looked around again and then marched over to his dresser.

Quatre watched, near mortified as she went through his underwear drawer and then through his socks, making her way down the entire dresser full of clothes.

"So you didn’t put it in there, that won’t throw me off," she said grinning. "Where else would you hide it?"

She sat down at his desk and began rummaging through it, not finding anything of slight interest, except for a very fine letter opener.

"I already told you I don’t have it Ms. Dorothy," he said sitting down on his bed, not making any attempt to try and stop her.

"Yes, but why should I believe you? Have you any proof you’re innocent?" she asked.

He was quiet a moment. "I haven’t taken your clothes before…"

"Yes, well maybe Mr. Maxwell is rubbing off on you…"

"Actually Dorothy it was just an accident last time. Duo just happens to be bad at laundry, he didn’t mean to throw some of your things in his basket."

"So where is it now?" she asked.

"Why are you so concerned over the location of one bra? Don’t you have others?" he asked, blushing slightly at the comment.

"What if it happens to be my favorite? Or the most comfortable? Or special to me somehow? I can’t borrow one from you, even it was the only one I had, which it isn’t!"

"Oh, well I suppose if it had some kind of value to you…" he watched as she suddenly spotted her next target and began rummaging through his laundry basket.

"Bingo!" she held up the black, lace bra triumphantly, as Quatre’s face went beat red. "Ha, and everyone thinks you’re so innocent…" she teased. "Stealing a lady’s underwear, really Quatre, I thought you were above his stupid tricks!"

"I didn’t take your bra, I really didn’t," he said as she approached him with her prize in hand.

"That’s okay Quatre," she laid her hand gently down on his cheek, there faces inches apart, her evil grin turned to shock as her foot slipped on a magazine she’d inadvertently thrown on the floor during her tirade around his bedroom, and she fell forward both of them crashing down onto his bed. Dorothy struggled to pull herself up, off of Quatre, but couldn’t seem to find her up way through the tangle of arms and legs, until Quatre’s hands found her shoulders and pushed her away from him, she finally got a grip on the comforter and rolled off of him. I guess it’s a good thing I tossed all those papers on the floor otherwise I would’ve missed that opportunity! She thought to herself, the unexpected event had completely thrown her off guard if only for a moment, but the look on Quatre’s face was classic. She’d never forget it… and she’d make sure he didn’t either.

"Trying to seduce me Quatre? Does Ms. Dorothy know there is a predator lurking her hallways trying to lure young women into his room? Even in broad daylight, have you no same?"

He looked ready to choke, horrified at what she was saying to him, she smiled sweetly.

"Ms. Dorothy?! I did no such thing, this was an evil scheme you created with your girl cohorts to get in my room…"

"So what? It’s impossible to get your attention any other way!" she snapped venomously at him.

"That’s not true at all-"

"It certainly is, you’re so far buried in colony work you wouldn’t notice if the sun turned green,"

"I’m not that busy," he said, wondering to himself if he had been ignoring her. Then wondering why someone who was always degrading him wanted his attention so much.

"Doesn’t matter anyway… I got what I came for, " she held up the bra moving to the door and throwing it open. "But on second thought… you keep it," she threw it at him, and it landed on his head, in stepped Relena with an instant camera.

"Busted!" Hilde peeked inside laughing.

Dorothy smiled. "Thanks Quatre, you know you’re too much fun!" she stepped forward to press a brief kiss upon his lips. She only laughed at his shocked expression.

He could hear her laughing as she disappeared with her friends down a corridor with their pictures. One of him with the bra on his head, another with Dorothy kissing him… he really had to do something about her. Her antics were embarrassing him to no end…