Gundam Seed: Love Connections | By : WarDove Category: Gundam (all others) > General Views: 20853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Gundam Seed and its characters don’t
belong to me but to all the big wigs that own everything Gundam.
Second installment. The Dearka/Milly
lemon, subtitled: Two Sides, One Love. Same warnings apply as in part one.
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Yzak turned his nose up somewhat at
the tray of food that he carried in his hands. If anything you think Naturals
would be able to cook. He thought as his eyes scanned the room looking for
the familiar face of his fellow Coordinator Dearka. He picked up the sight of
him sitting across from a petite girl with shoulder length reddish brown hair.
Milly was her name he corrected himself. Milly, the name of the girl that he
noticed his friend had become most enamored with.
He saw a scowl set in her pretty features as she bowed her
head and shook it quite hastily before rising from her seat and almost running
out of the room. There was a scowl as well on Dearka’s face as he saw him throw
down his fork onto his plate. Curiosity getting the better of him, Yzak quickly
crossed the mess hall floor and took his place where the girl had just been.
“Why do you bother with her?”
“I’m not in the mood Yzak. I don’t need your lectures. The
war is over, can’t we forget about sides?”
The silver haired male, not really wanting to upset Dearka
anymore decided to comply this one time.
“You never told me how you met her.”
His scowl faded then, replaced by an almost melancholic
grin. “She was there when I was captured. Her boyfriend had just been killed,
so, naturally, she was quite upset. I thought she was cute and in an attempt to
be a bad ass, I made a smart remark to her, she didn’t take it well. Some time
later, I still couldn’t keep my big mouth shut, she came at me with a knife,
almost got me too.”
A flash of memory between a dagger, himself and Fllay
crossed Yzak’s mind. Certainly it wasn’t a ritual of Natural females to be so
aggressive was it? He let the thought leave his mind, concentrating once again
on Dearka.
“So, you still like her but obviously, she doesn’t feel the
same.”
“I just don’t like, her Yzak, I’m in love with her. And at
times I swear she feels the same. I don’t know. There are moments, when she
seems so concerned, then other times apathetic and then other times I feel like
she places a wall between us…damn it!” He slammed his fist down on the
tabletop. “Whether they’re Natural or Coordinators all females can be as
confusing as hell.”
I’ll toast to that. Thought Yzak to himself, but
before he could say anything, he felt a presence behind him and turning
slightly he noticed that it was Milly.
“Dearka, may I have a word with you? Please?”
“Of course.” He rose rather quickly, not even as much as
giving Yzak a look as he turned to walk out of the room, keeping in step with
Milly.
She seems to have changed you, Dearka, which in all
reality I can’t say it’s a bad thing. Good luck.
Dearka looked over at Milly, wondering where it was she was
taking him, though he did not have to wonder long as she stopped in front of a
small lounge area, only a few doors down from the mess hall. They entered the
dimly lit room together and the door slid behind them, the girl making sure she
locked it. The blonde male wondered what her actions meant, but dared not ask,
for fear of saying anything that would make her mad at him again. But this time
she was the first to speak.
Looking him straight into the eyes and fighting the rising
blush in her cheeks, she spoke her request.
“Kiss me.”
Dearka’s lids blinked rapidly as his mind worked to make
sure it had processed the words correctly. She seemed to have picked up on his
mild shock and repeated her words.
“But Milly…I don’t…”
“Just do it damn it! Before I lose my resolve! Or don’t you
want to kiss me?”
He placed his hands lightly on the sides of her waist and
gently tugged her closer to himself. “More than anything.” He saw her steady
her body and close her eyes, his eyes closing slowly too, as he leaned into her
and ghosted his lips against hers. She did not pull away or voice any protest,
instead releasing a soft little moan, and the young man applied more pressure
into the osculation, gaining reward as her lips parted slightly so that his
tongue could slip into her mouth.
The two-minute kiss seemed like it had lasted two hundred
years, and when they parted their mouths from one another and were gazing at
each other again, Dearka could see a tear or two welling up in the corners of
Milly’s eyes.
“Did I upset you?”
She shook her head. “No. You just confirmed what I’ve been
thinking about you for a long time.”
“What’s that?”
“That I’ve been falling in love with you.”
His genetically engineered heart just about stopped beating
as her words fell upon his ears. She had fallen in love with him.
“I love you too. From the first time I saw you, but I was
too stubborn and proud to admit it.”
She bowed her head, this time allowing the blush to take
over her face fully. “I didn’t realize it, then. And I’m sorry to have been so
cruel to you…before.”
He grasped her shoulders with his hands and she
automatically looked up at him. “Let’s forget it. It’s in the past. You were
distraught and angry over Tolle’s death and I was being a cruel idiot.”
Her left eyebrow twitched somewhat, and Dearka suddenly
regretted saying His name; he apologized.
“No, it’s all right. He’s dead, I know that, and part of me
will always have feelings for him.” She stepped out of Dearka’s hold and walked
over to the window, where she stared out into space, trying to ignore the
debris left over by war that disrupted its naturally calming grace.
“That was another reason I pushed you away. I felt that if I
allowed myself to have feelings for you, that I would be dishonoring Tolle’s
memory, especially since there was the fact about you being a Coordinator and
also for the fact that I felt more strongly toward you then I ever did toward
Him. ”
She felt the blonde Coordinator beside her, his hand
caressing the small of her back. “You never loved Tolle?”
“I don’t think I ever did. We had been friends since
childhood. He always made me laugh and feel secure and like I was special, so
when he did finally tell me he liked me I felt that it was natural, that before
you could be lovers you had to be friends. I never gave it a thought if I loved
him or not. But now, after knowing how I feel when I’m around you, I can be
sure, I really was never “in” love with him.”
Pompous male pride warred with the knowledge that he knew he
had to remain delicate with her feelings; unfortunately male pride seemed to be
winning. “So you and he, never?”
She rolled her eyes somewhat, as if she knew what his
testosterone filled mind was thinking and decided this one time she could let
it go. “No, we never did, every time we got close, I couldn’t go through with
it. I suppose I’m what they call somewhat old fashioned. A girl not wanting to
give herself to a man unless she knows it will last forever. Though this war
has shown me, that nothing lasts forever.”
“What are you saying, Milly.”
She turned to him, cupping her hands on both sides of his
cheeks. “Do I really have to tell you?”
He answered her with another kiss, bypassing tenderness all
together, immediately taking her down to the floor. He supported her back with
one hand, while the other hand had began trailing its way from one of her
stocking covered knees, up and under her skirt, immediately finding the edge of
her bikini briefs where his fingers then wiggled in to begin exploring. She
squirmed beneath him and broke away from their kiss to take in a breathe of
much needed air, only finding that it had left her again as his lips glided to
her jaw and nipped at her earlobe.
Feeling extremely warm, she brought up her hands and began
to undo the catches of her uniform, noticing that with each piece of flesh she
uncovered, that Dearka’s greedy mouth was there to cover it, just as his hand
was now covering her entire feminine mound, having just freed her from her
panties.
Milly began to feel light headed and dizzy, unable to think
or catch her breath. She began to push against him. “Dearka…Dearka!”
His ears picked up her pleas and he immediately stopped and
raised his body a little. She rolled away from him and onto her side, her heart
pounding and her breathing heavy. He immediately knew what he did wrong and
pangs of guilt and stupidity washed over him. “Milly, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean.
It’s just I want you so badly, for a long time now.”
She brought herself onto her back and under him again, her
face to his, seeing the hurt and regret there. Smiling softly she reached out
her hand and smoothed his cheek. “And I want you, but, not so, fast, okay”
He nodded silently and she reached her other hand behind his
head to draw him down into another kiss. This time his hands stilled
momentarily before beginning another, much gentler and slower journey down the
length of her body as they pushed away the remaining material that covered the
front of her. He would have given anything to see her completely nude, but
under the circumstances he realized he could only undress her so much.
Knowing the same, Milly, after ridding him of his jacket,
only parted the front of his shirt. Her fingers and hands smoothing and molding
themselves to his taunt, muscled chest, even as they slid down a little lower
to begin to work the button of his slacks, shoving them down along his with his
boxers until they were to his knees. Her thumb glided across the slit of his
thickness before joining the rest of her fingers into a fist around it.
Dearka swallowed a moan, his hand coming to rest on her left
breast, the digits of that hand working with his thumb to twist and pinch its
nipple while his mouth feasted quite hungrily on her other breast, his teeth
and tongue mimicking that of his fingers. Her breath hitched and her voice
chanted his name as she relished in the sensations he was lavishing onto her
body.
“Touch me like before, Dearka, let me feel you inside of
me.”
With her skirt hiked up over her hips, he began pecking
kisses down her stomach, his tongue meeting his hands to go wild against her
clitoris, his fingers rubbing her from inside. Milly placed her hands onto the
back of his head, pressing him even more into her as her hips bucked and her
head thrashed from one side to another.
His mouth slurped up the increase of her juices as he felt
her come under him, her nails no doubt making indents into his scalp, not that
he minded in the least. He raised his head from her, retaking the path of
kisses back up her body, capturing her mouth again, elated when she accepted
his tongue along with her own taste.
Against her thigh she could feel his strain and even though she was somewhat
still shy and apprehensive, she knew she was more than ready to receive him.
And as he asked her only with his eyes, she answered back with another kiss and
he positioned his hands under her and his member just outside of her, thrusting
forward in one smooth and quick stroke, breaking through her virtue and seating
himself deep inside of her.
Despite the stretch that she felt from his fullness, she
noted that there was little pain from what she had expected, and so she shifted
against him slightly, signaling for him that it was all right to begin to move
within her.
Dearka wasted little time, though his pace was painstakingly
slow, aggravating to him, but his desire not to hurt her outweighed any need of
his own. He nipped at the soft skin of her throat while one hand fondled her
breast, the other stroking the side of her face.
Appreciative of the way he was retaining his control, it
soon became too crazy for Milly and she found herself craving more and seeking
his aggressiveness. “Harder Dearka, please, you don’t have to hold back.”
“Are you sure?”
“Damn it, just fuck me.”
He chuckled somewhat, amused by her desperate command and
placed his hands under her lower back. And jerking her hips up, he thrust
downward at the same time, giving her body a fierce jolt. Her cry of appreciation
and lust did not escape him and he continued to ram into her in the same
manner, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow and his muscles beginning to burn
from what he thought was the best form of exercise.
With her legs around him, pinning her body to his, he was
able to release the hold on her back and use his hands to steady his own body,
arching his back, giving himself more leverage into which he could pound into
her even harder and faster. Milly’s nails
scraped down his sides, digging into his dark skin to leave marks that would be
visible for days to come, though such abuse only proved to turn him on more as
he brought his lips to her ear, speaking her name in a low tone she had never
heard before.
“Oh God Milly, I love you, I love you.”
His words mixed with his ministrations proved to send
Milly’s nerves into overload and she now clung to him as he collapsed on top of
her, thrusting into her with every last ounce of his strength. She came with a
muffled cry, his lips covering hers at the last minute so as to hold down the
noise of his own out burst as they both came to orgasm.
She shook, but just a little as she tried desperately to
will her vitals back to normal, noticing that he was doing just the same, even
as his panting breath breezed on her arm, his forehead resting against her
shoulder. Blinking rapidly, her senses returning, she didn’t notice until he
pulled out of her, the collection of their combined liquids quickly pooling
between her thighs. She sat up a bit, worried somewhat, but seeing that at some
point in time Deakka had placed his jacket under her she had nothing to worry
about. This little liaison of theirs would remain a secret for as long as they
wanted.
However she couldn’t help but blush somewhat as he finished
wiping her with his jacket, though his smile put her at a contented ease.
“It’ll wash, besides I’ve got a couple more.”
“You truly can be the sweetest guy.” She leaned over and
kissed him lightly, His smile staying on his lips.
“Just don’t let it get out.”
She winced a little as she sat completely up, feeling the
first aches of her body, though it was a pain she did not mind in the least,
knowing that it had been caused by the very thing she had wanted and with the
man she had wanted it to be with. She began to straighten her clothes as he did
his and when they were finished he helped her stand, asking her if she was
okay.
“I’m fine, thank you, for everything.”
“Yea, well…would you…” He began to speak somewhat nervously,
as he rolled up his jacket, holding it in his hand and resting it on his hip as
if it were a basketball. “Would you
like to try…?” Milly’s well-placed hand
on his mouth stopped his stammering.
“Yes, Deakka, I would like us to try and make this more. I
love you.”
A sincere, grateful smile graced his face, as he enveloped
her into a hug. “I love you too, Milly.
And I promise to try and never hurt you.”
She embraced him back, quite tightly, snuggling her face
into his shoulder. “Just stay with me forever.”
“Always and forever, Miriallia.”
END
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