08-Jun-2000
revised: 14-Nov-2000
revised: 15-May-2005

Title: Pink
Author: Cutter
Notes/Warnings: Relena/Dorothy/Quatre threesome, silliness, rampant OOC, weirdness, response to a challenge, my first songfic ever, I don't really like "Pink" (which belongs to Aerosmith), I do really like GW (which belongs to Bandai, etc.). Written while tired.
Yes, yet another fic dedicated to my lovely wife Emily... she requested this songfic, and how could I refuse?
So here you go: and I warn you, it's weird. [sweat] My first songfic, can you believe it? How did I escape this long?

~blah~ = lyrics

Pink by Cutter

~Pink it's my new obsession~

Relena Peacecraft steps gingerly out of her pink limo, picking up the folds of her pink dress, and strides into her office. Noin offers to put the roses she's brought (pink, of course) in a vase for her.

"Dear God, if that girl puts one more pink thing in that office I will kill her myself," the poor officer mutters. "Pink drapes, pink upholstery, pink dust cover for the desk... she's gone off the deep end." It's a shame; she is a nice girl, for a queen. Sad, in one so young...

"Pink," she shudders, before returning to her duties once again.

~Pink it's not even a question ~

"Relena-sama?" Dorothy Catalonia murmurs as she enters the room. Few people can get into the Queen of the World's chambers without an appointment, but few people are Dorothy Catalonia, and even fewer are brave enough or stupid enough to tell her she can't do whatever she wants to do.

"Yes, Dorothy?"

"I've decided paint your portrait. What color do you wish the background to be?"

Relena raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Why, pink, of course! Why do you even ask?"

~Pink on the lips of your lover, 'cause~

"I really think you should pose for me in your bedroom, Relena-sama."

"Oh? And why would that be?"

"Why, because it's pink, of course." Dorothy's smile is all innocence. "For the background, naturally." The two girls begin walking towards it, casually.

"And what will I be wearing, in this portrait you are suddenly so keen to paint, Dorothy?"

"Well, I was thinking your skin is a lovely pink color; it would be a shame to cover it up." Plus, Dorothy thinks, I believe a nude painting of you could enrich my quality of life rather greatly...

Relena considers this. "My skin is rather pink, isn't it?" she says, pleased.

"Of course," Dorothy purrs. "And your lips are even more so." Having said which, she proceeds to demonstrate how appetizing those pink lips are, capturing them with her own and allowing her full, pink tongue to play over that of her lover, as she pushes Relena in the direction of the bed covered in pink satin sheets.

~Pink is the love you discover ~

"Ne, Relena?"

"Mmm?"

"Why is it that you like pink so much, really?"

~Pink as the bing on your cherry~

Relena's mouth is busy as she answers, voice slightly muffled. "Silly Dotty, I should think you'd have guessed *that* by now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let's just say the lovely pink lips you so kindly attributed to me are not the *only* lips I am interested in." And with a devilish smile, she disappears beneath the sheets.

~Pink 'cause you are so very~

"Wh-What?" It is not often that Dorothy is shocked. However, she recovers quickly. "Ena-chan," she breathes, voice only slightly unsteady, "perhaps your--other--lips haven't been paid enough attention... are they really as pink as all that?"

"If you've forgotten, I suppose you'll just have to remind yourself."

"Precisely what I was about to suggest! You're so smart, Queen Relena."

~Pink it's the color of passion~

From Queen Relena's bedroom, a cacophony of noises are heard--bumps, muffled shrieks, giggles, and eventually a hushed conversation:

"Why you're right, darling, they *are* enough to make one want to be surrounded by pink all day long... "

"Told you. Yours aren't so bad, either... I swear, when you <muffled sound, giggle> I was so hot I saw *pink*!"

~'Cause today it just goes with the fashion~

Some time later, the two girls saunter, arm in arm, into the Sank Kingdom's school complex, dressed in matching pink uniforms. "I'm so glad we finally managed to find me these scrumptious pink shoes! And Pargan's new little pink cap is *so* cute."

~Pink it was love at first sight, yea~

"You know, Dotty, I think the first time I saw you in your little pink skirt, that day when you insulted me and disagreed with me and told me there was untold beauty in senseless bloodshed, I knew right then we were meant for each other. You wear the color so well--and when you get excited there's the most charming pink blush to your cheeks!"

~Pink when I turn out the light, and~

School is out, and the couple is back in Relena's bedroom, changing for dinner. "You know, Relena-sama, we've got awhile before our food will get cold... "

Moving in perfect concert with Dorothy's unspoken wishes, Relena leans over to the lamp and flicks it off, leaving only the tiny glow of the pink nightlight.

~Pink gets me high as a kite~

Is there anything better than this? Relena wonders. Pink tongue inside me; her pink lips on my pink center... talk about interior decorating...

~And I think everything is going to be all right~

"You ok, Ena?"

"Just a little high on it all... "

"Yeah, you look a little pink. Want me to stop?"

"Stop and I kill you... ahhh! Do that again!"

"Some pacifist."

~No matter what we do tonight~

Happy and dazed in the aftermath, Relena purrs a little. "Maybe we could skip dinner. Or I could have it brought in on that little pink tray... then we'd have the whole night to play... ."

"Good idea! Oh, you know what? I have an idea I've been wanting to talk to you about for awhile."

"Yeah?"

"You know who looks really good in pink?"

"Who?"

"Quatre. He has that pink shirt on all the time!"

"Hmmm... that's a thought, Muffin. Too late tonight though... guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves." Relena giggles a little.

"Well, Sweetums, I think we'll get by," Dorothy deadpans. "I've got a few ideas--"

~You could be my flamingo~

The next day, halfway around the world, Quatre Winner awakens knowing there is something wrong with Sandrock. His Gundam is... distressed? He runs quickly towards the hangar, only to see... flamingoes. Plastic pink flamingoes, all over Sandrock, his hangar, and what appear to be his loyal men. Everywhere.

"Sandrock... you're pink... flamingoes... who would have done this? Who is sick enough to think this would be funny, and resourceful enough and sadistic enough to find me and carry it out?"

Rashid raises an elequent eyebrow.

"Yes. Dorothy."

~'Coz pink is the new kinda lingo~

Clearly, thinks Quatre, this is an invitation. Pink lawn ornaments strewn all about one's most treasured possessions are always an invitation. Dorothy wants me to come to her... damn her arrogance... but she has such excellent taste; these aren't your standard electric-pink flamingoes, they're more of a carnation shade... That decides it.

"Sayonara, boku no Sandrock."

~Pink like a deco umbrella~

"Quatre will be here any time. How do you think we should receive him?"

"I say we put on our prettiest pink dresses, and do our hair, and wait in the parlor."

"The pink parlor, I assume. And then what? He'll suspect something."

"Well, I say... if he comes in the pink shirt, we grab him, and open for him like pink umbrellas."

"You're so poetic, Dotty."

~it's kink--but you don't ever tell her~

Dorothy having gone back to her own room to find an eyebrow comb, Relena sneaks over to her closet and pulls a nondescript box off the top shelf. "I have to be prepared for Quatre... no telling what he likes... " This box is the one possession her blonde lover doesn't know about. Sure, it's ridiculous to be ashamed, but you never know what she'll think about things like this, Relena thinks to herself as she opens it, removing a pink dildo, a pink vibrator, and some pink, strawberry-flavored lube. She might think they're kinky, or something.

~Pink it was love at first sight~

True to their expectations, Quatre greets the girls in the pink parlor very shortly after they are finished changing. Familiarizing himself with his surroundings, he comments, "Lots of pink in here, isn't there? My compliments to the decorator." Then he notices that both his hostesses are wearing dresses of the same shade as his own pink shirt. Dorothy is menacingly waggling an eyebrow while Relena's small, pink tongue nervously darts out to lick her rosy lips.

I think I'm in love, thinks the Arabian pilot.

~Pink when I turn out the light~

Very soon afterwards, Relena casually locks the door and flicks off the parlor lights. "Oops, the fuse must've blown!"

"A pink emergency light? Well, it's not enough to see by--"

"Make your way towards the pink couch. It's big enough for three; Dorothy and I will feel our way there, too."

"Mission acknowledged... ouch! Stupid low tables... "

"Quatre! Not *that* pink couch, the one in the *middle* of the room!"

~Pink gets me high as a kite~

"But that looked almost like a daybed... oh."

"Say, Quatre, has anyone ever told you you have the most perfect pink skin?"

~And I think everything is going to be all right~

"I bet it's smooth, too!"

"Um... Hey, wait a..."

"Don't worry, love, it's all right."

~No matter what we do tonight~

"'All right'?! Why are you touching me there?! And why do you even assume we're compatible? You both like girls!"

"But Quatre, we *have* to be compatible. We're color-coordinated!"

~I want to be your lover~

Dorothy has excellent night vision, and is able to accurately pinpoint any given body part of Relena's or Quatre's in the almost-dark. Relena soon follows her lead, and there is a brief interval of silence puntuated only by heavy breathing and the soft sounds of hands exploring foreign skin.

"Nnnn... what was I saying?"

"I think something about not being sure we were compatible?"

"Oh... why was I saying it?"

"I have no idea. Wanna coordinate a little more than our color scheme?"

~I wanna wrap you in rubber~

Some time later, a male voice is heard to wail despairingly, "Well, I *would*... " as three pairs of hands struggle in the dark with one pink condom and one latex glove.

Dorothy mutters, "If you'd brought the scissors... or remembered the instructions for making a dental dam out of a glove... "

"Shut up, Dorothy."

"Say, are any of us actually potentially infected?"

A thoughtful pause. "No... "

A quickly discarded rubber hits the wall with a soft 'thwap.'

~As pink as the sheets that we lay on~

"Pink satin... " Quatre murmurs in a reverent voice. "I must remember to mention the idea to Rashid... "

"I assure you, there are a lot more interesting things in this bed than the sheets."

~Pink is my favorite crayon, yeah~

Relena whispers in Quatre's ear the next morning, from her position among the tangle of limbs and hair on her pink bed. "You know, Dorothy's an artist. I'm sure she'd be interested in using your crayon."

"Really?" the Gundam pilot answers, regarding Dorothy's sleeping form thoughtfully. "Well, I think it needs to be wetted first... "

Two heads disappear beneath the sheets once more.

~Pink it was love at first sight~

"Ne, Quatre," Dorothy asks lazily the next time they awaken, as the sun is beginning to streak the sky with pastels. "Why did you come to us so readily? We weren't sure you would really be interested."

Quatre considers this. "I don't know. I guess you were just pretty in pink."

~Pink when I turn out the light~
~Pink it's like red but not quite~
~And I think everything is going to be all right~
~No matter what we do tonight~

The End

[sweatdrop] There. I take no responsibility for any of that; it was all Tekka's doing.

Tekka: Sure, blame it all on the muse! Emily's the one that posted the challenge.
Cutter: True. Blame it on Tekka and Emily.
Tekka: [drily] Thanks.

(:./cutter/pink)