Truth and Beauty

This is not Gundam Wing, but Original Gundam, for which there is no category yet.

I don\'t own it, either.


The war was not going as planned, and Char Aznable was at the end of another grim day of realizing this. The Federation Gundam mecha was like an unstoppable force. The White Base\'s crew were inhumanly talented. Worst of all, it was clear that the Federation was not nearly as torn by in-fighting as the Jion government, based as it was upon a dysfunctional family.

When he opened the door to his quarters, Lalla was there waiting for him. Not dressed in her Jion lieutenant\'s uniform, she was clad in the loose yellow dress she felt most comfortable wearing. She was sitting nervously on the edge of his bed.

\"Lalla, what are you doing here? Are you all right?\"

\"I\'ve been doing a lot of thinking lately,\" she said.

Char removed his helmet and mask. \"About what?\"

\"We\'ve watched battles together and you\'ve pointed out how messy they are. I\'ve been in battle and seen that \'messy\' is not the right word. There\'s no order at all. There\'s no predicting who will live and who will die.\"

\"One can make predictions about which side will win based on--\"

\"That\'s not what I\'m talking about!\" Lalla\'s huge green eyes were full of fear and she pounded at the mattress once with small fists. \"At any given time, I\'m never sure if you\'re going to come back. And with that stupid habit of yours of never wearing a normal suit, I can be even less sure.\"

\"Lalla.\" Char sat down on the bed beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. \"I don\'t wear a normal suit because I know I\'m coming back.\"

\"That\'s one of us,\" she grumbled. \"After my parents died, you were the only one to care for me at all. You saved my life after two years of struggling to survive.\"

\"I couldn\'t let a 16-year-old girl keep fending for herself. It wouldn\'t be right. And I couldn\'t abandon the strongest New Type--\"

\"Stop lying!\" she cried out.

\"What?\"

\"Yes, I am a strong New Type. You keep saying this, but you don\'t seem to realize what that means. I know what you\'re feeling, Char, better than you know yourself.\"

He smiled slightly. And?\"

\"There is no one in this world less out of touch with their emotions than you.\"

He nodded. \"I\'d bet money on that. So what\'s your point?\"

\"My point is that you say all the time that you value me as a powerful New Type. That\'s not true, and I\'m tired of hearing it day after day. You value me because I\'m Lalla.\"

\"Well of course I do feel very protective towards you. You\'re one of the few innocent people I\'ve ever met.\"

\"You are so dense!\" Lalla reached out, grabbed Char\'s head, and pulled it to her own. Her lips mashed into his own in a passionate but inexpert kiss. Char tried to resist at first but relented as she\'d known he would. Unlike Lalla, Char had plenty of experience in this and salvaged the gesture. His arms went around her, drawing her against his chest. His lips nuzzled hers gently, clueing her in on what to do. Lalla cringed a bit when his tongue slipped into her mouth, but she gave in, letting his tongue brush hers, then reciprocating. When she heard him sigh in contentment, she knew she\'d won.

\"See?\" she whispered to him when they broke for air. \"All this time you pretend to yourself that you\'re like my brother, that you don\'t have any feelings for me as a woman. You should be more honest with yourself.\"

\"Sweet Lalla,\" he murmured back. \"You\'re the purest person I\'ve ever known. I don\'t want to sully that.\"

\"Your touch could never do that to me,\" she answered. \"Do you think it was easy for me, those two years I was a homeless orphan? Do you think I was treated gently? Technically I\'m not a virgin, but I\'ve never made love. Now I have you, my dear major, and I don\'t want to die never having experienced that.\"

Char\'s arms tightened around her. \"All right. Very well.\"

\"Don\'t act like you\'ve never thought about it,\" she half-giggled.

\"Guilty as charged. I can\'t help it.\"

\"Kiss me again.\"

He obeyed. Lalla\'s arms went around his ribcage, her hands flat against his back. Char lowered her to the bed and lay beside her. Lalla didn\'t stop kissing him as she undid the fastening of his high collar, then unzipped the front of his tunic. He sat still so she could peel it back from his shoulders, revealing a long-sleeved white undershirt. Char pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor. Lalla lay a hand on his chest, marvelling at the contrast of her own dark skin against the paleness of his. She reached up and ran her fingers through his white-blond hair, which was thick and fine. She stroked the lines of the muscles in his arms which she\'d admired many times even through his sleeves. She felt warmth between her legs, a physical anticipation of caresses.

The thought of being touched also brought back memories of being violated, or of lying still on her back as a man sawed away at her in exchange for some food. Inadvertently, she recoiled.

\"No,\" Char said softly, intuitively grasping what had just happened. \"I\'m not like those men. I only want to make you feel treasured and loved. That\'s why I\'ve never touched you before.\"

\"I know. I love you for it but please, Char. I want to change that.\"

\"Keep taking my clothes off, then,\" he said. \"If you\'re too frightened to do that, we\'ll know this is moving too fast.\" He reached down to remove his boots and socks, then sat clad in only his white uniform trousers, waiting.

Lalla nodded. Her hands were shaking as she reached for his belt buckle and undid it. She unbuttoned the top of his trousers, pulled down the zipper of his fly with fingers damp from perspiration. Char stood and waited. Lalla hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and briefs and pulled down with arms weakened by fear.

He was beautiful in the nude, she realized. Char\'s whole body was developed like a swimmer\'s with smooth muscles flowing through his body. His legs were long, his hips slim. When he turned to throw his clothing on a chair, he showed off a perfect rounded behind. Char lay down beside her, powerful and vulnerable at the same time. It cle clear that he was physically very fit, but she knew that she could take advantage of his nakedness if she had to.

Lalla forced herself to lay a hand on his manhood. Char was firm already, their kisses having been enough to arouse him. The size wasn\'t unusual in any way, but the rosy pinkness of that delicate arc of flesh was appealing. She stroked the warm shaft experimentally, running her palm from the soft gold hair at the base to the velvety tip. Char groaned and arched his back.

\"All right,\" he sighed, \"You\'ve convinced me.\"

Char sat up and lifted Lalla\'s dress over her head, leaving her in white bra and underpants. He undid her bra with the ease of long practice, then slid her underpants down and tossed them aside.

\"Do you like what you see?\" Lalla asked.

He nodded. \"Very much.\" She had a girl\'s body rather than a woman\'s, with small pointed breasts tipped with dark nipples. Her figure was slim now but would probably grow more curvaceous as she grew older. He ran his fingertips down her flat belly to the dark triangle at the top of her thighs. One finger barely touched her clitoris and she jumped.

\"Sorry....sorry,\" she exclaimed, her back against the headboard.

\"It\'s all right.\" Char reached out and drew her against him. \"You\'ve been brutalized. We\'re going to have to move slowly.\"

They lay down again, bare skins touching. Char held her close, letting his protective feelings for her guide his touch. She was shaking and he drew a blanket over the two of them to hold in their bodies\' heat.

\"You could tie me up,\" he offered. \"That way you\'d control everything.\"

\"That\'s one way,\" Lalla agreed, \"but I need to learn that I can trust you.\"

\"You can trust me.\"

They lay silent for a while, kissing again, letting that build up their desire. After a few minutes, Char said, \"I\'m going to start now.\"

Lalla lay on her back, wishing she could relax and enjoy. Char\'s lips stroked her neck and collarbone, leaving shivery feelings behind. They traced down her collarbone, to her upper chest, then around each breast. She\'d been grabbed there many times, but she\'d never experienced someone fondling them so, sucking gently on each nipple until she felt the pleasure in her belly. She heard herself moan.

Char smiled against her stomach. \"That\'s good. That\'s what I wanted to hear.\" He continued down her body, rolling down to the floor to kneel at the foot of the bed. A new surge of terror struck Lalla as she realized what he was about to do. She forced herself to be still. Char lifted her legs over his shoulders and spread her apart with his fingers. She shivered, not from fear but because the touch felt so good.

\"You\'re so aroused,\" he observed. \"Don\'t be alarmed. I\'m going to touch you.\"

Lalla felt his fingertips on her again, and again she moaned. She felt his other hand touch the opening of her body. One of his fingers slid into her slowly, demonstrating awareness that all women were shaped uniquely.

\"How do you feel?\" he asked.

\"A little scared.\" She smiled down at him. \"Glad you have a lot of experience, for once.\"

\"Does this feel good?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"What about this?\"

He withdrew his hands from her and leaned down to stroke her with his tongue. Lalla choked back a cry. \"Oh, Char!\"

He reached up to entwine his fingers with her own. His mouth was hot on her loins, drawing out the most delicious sensations from her. Lalla was on fire from there to her navel. She moaned and squirmed on the bed, forcing him to let go of her hands and grab her hips. Lalla\'s pleasure crested and she tore at the sheet beneath her, feeling herself go wild with the pleasure exploding within her pelvis. When it grew to be too much she pushed herself back, falling back to the bed, panting.

Char ran the back of his hand over his mouth. It took Lalla a few minutes to recover, but when she opened her big eyes, now besotted with happiness, he had all the reward he needed.

\"I want you to feel that,\" she sighed.

He sat down on the bed, running a hand up and down her body. \"Would it be all right if I was inside you?\"

\"I think so. Yes.\" Without any urging, Lalla raised and spread her knees. She wasn\'t afraid. She knew this would be new and wonderful.

Char reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He tore the packet open and unrolled the sheath over his erection. Duly protected, he lowered himself between her thighs and positioned himself carefully. Lalla reached down to guide him in. She expected pain, but there was none; he slid into her easily. His hands cradled her head and he kissed her as he began rocking his hips against hers. It felt nice, but as soon as he started, Lalla knew that she wasn\'t going to come. It didn\'t matter. The man she loved was inside of her, joining their bodies together.

Char was breathing in soft gasps. His eyes were closed He lowerered himself onto her more so that his cheek was pressed against Lalla\'s own. Once this would have been the point where Lalla would try to distance herself from what was happening and how her body was being used, but now she found herself attentive to every detail, from the ripple of muscles along his sides as he thrusted to the smell of his clean sweat. He cried out her name before his body seized violently and he ground himself into her twice more before relaxing.

Char only rested there a second. He withdrew and slipped the condom off, disposing of it as discreetly as he could. They wordlessly sank into each others\' arms again.

\"Thank you, Char,\" Lalla said softly.

\"You\'re welcome.\"

\"See?\" she asked, \"I was right. You should listen to me from now on.\"

\"I will,\" Char mumbled, \"I promise.\" He pulled the covers back over them and switched off the bedside lamp. They slept.