I don't own any Gundam Seed or any of it's characters.... which makes me sad since so many characters with so much potential weren't fully developed! OTL
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't really have time to re-read and re-edit things.
Prequel: What Was That For?
Miriallia shuffled awkwardly in the private room she had been given in the Archangel. Oh gods, this was such a bad idea. She had not seen Dearka since he had caught her probing around the Zaft base and had dragged her to his room where they had that talk about her being more careful while doing her job. Their little... rendezvous had ended with him holding onto her for a minute or two longer before quietly leading her out and far away from the Zaft base.
::owari::
Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't really have time to re-read and re-edit things.
Prequel: What Was That For?
Reunion
Miriallia shuffled awkwardly in the private room she had been given in the Archangel. Oh gods, this was such a bad idea. She had not seen Dearka since he had caught her probing around the Zaft base and had dragged her to his room where they had that talk about her being more careful while doing her job. Their little... rendezvous had ended with him holding onto her for a minute or two longer before quietly leading her out and far away from the Zaft base.
The separation from that time had ended with discomfort and silence...
And now they were going to have some sort of impromptu reunion?
Miriallia fidgeted in her Orb uniform. And just what was Dearka going to say when he saw her wearing this uniform? She knew he was going to be furious at how not only did she choose such a dangerous job, she had also decided to rejoin the war.
She shook her head. No, no, no, it didn’t matter what he thought. She chose to participate in this war because she believed in what she was fighting for. Dearka had no right to get angry at her and besides, they had had no contact since their last meet! It wasn’t like she had the chance to tell him and since they were on ‘break’, she had no obligation to tell him at all!
But despite how Miriallia tried to feebly reassure herself, there was a tightening in her stomach as she started to grow sick from the anticipation.
With the end of the second war, some of the Joule team had docked into the nearest ship, which was the Archangel, and her instincts told her that Dearka was one of them. And her instincts were rarely wrong when it came to him.
How was she supposed to react now? In their last meet, she had been running purely on anger and resentment... not to mention a tad bit of annoyed affection and love... but what now? What was she supposed to do now?
The door slid open and Miriallia nearly shrieked in fright, whirling around to see who the person was. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was only Kira.
“Oh good, it’s just you.” She stiffened, however, when she saw the tall shadow behind Kira and the tuft of blonde hair. Kira smiled nervously at Miriallia, taking a step to the side, revealing Dearka Eslman in all his glory still wearing the Zaft pilot uniform. “D-D-Dearka!”
“Sorry Miri, Deakra was looking for you.” Kira said apologetically. He didn’t know all that happened between them other than the tidbits he had heard since the war had preoccupied most of his attention, but he was aware of their current shaky relationship.
“N-No, it’s fine.” Miriallia said, shuffling when she felt Dearka’s intense amethyst eyes on her. Good gods, couldn’t he look somewhere else? She tried to summon the anger she had felt for him from the beginning of the war, but too much time had passed and after he had pleaded her to be careful instead of stopping from her continuing her work, much of her anger had abated. She knew Dearka had learned his lesson... so it was impossible for her to stay angry at him.
But what did this mean now?
Did he still want to get back together?
Insecurities and confusion flung about in her head. Miriallia knew she was no beautiful wonder girl. She was just a bit above average, if not completely average. Dearka, however, was one of those super Zaft elites with influential parents and status to help him get through life without even lifting a finger. And she knew and wouldn’t deny that he was also very good-looking. During the period of time they were officially together, she had seen and felt the dirty looks she had gotten from those Coordinator girls and not to mention the things they would attempt to do to her. Those superficial things had never really mattered to Miriallia before, but right now, insecurities definitely won over confidence and irrationality was beating the hell out of sanity.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Kira took a step a step back with a forced cough. “Well then, I’ll just... uh... leave you two alone to talk.”
Miriallia was half a second away from calling at him to stop when Dearka, the moment Kira stepped outside, punched in the code that locked the door. Her eyes widened and for a moment, she was too stunned to do anything.
“D-Dearka?” she managed to yelp out before she was literally pounced on by a very eager Coordinator. A hungry kiss was placed on her lips and her head was tilted back as Dearka’s tongue slipped in through the seams of her lips, deeply entering inside of her mouth. And as though the two had never separated in the first place, the passions from all those times ago quickly resurfaced.
She moaned lightly at the deep kiss and her arms instinctively reached upward, wrapping themselves around his neck. Her hands roamed upward, tangling themselves with his soft messy blonde hair. Gods, it’s been so long since the two had kissed, so long since he had last touched her like this. Never had she imagined that she’d be in such a situation where she’d feel so alone, so empty, when she wasn’t around the person she loved.
And those were the exact sentiments shared by Dearka. Before he had met Miriallia, women were just frivolous past-times, simple moments of pleasures before the real focus of his life came up. Yes, he did respect women as he had been taught well by his mother, contrary to popular belief... but they just hadn’t been all that important to him. Relationships and stuff like that took second place when compared to his obligation to Plant.
But all that had changed when he had met Miriallia.
He kissed her harder when he felt her fingers running through his hair.
She was now worth more to him than he had ever imagined a person could be to him.
Their kiss was interrupted when Miriallia began to tug frantically at his arm and after lingering for a moment longer, he reluctantly pulled away. A masculine sense of satisfaction filled him when Miriallia basically toppled into his arms, breathing hard while she clung onto his arms, trying to regain her composure.
“Dearka?” she asked quietly.
“Hm?” his reply was soft, his arm wrapped around her shoulders to keep her close while his other hand played absentmindedly with the soft strands of her hair. He was too busy relishing and remembering just how good it felt to have her in his arms.
She then laid a sharp whack on his arm. “What the hell was that?”
Though Dearka winced at the slight pain, he didn’t pull away from her. After months of being separated, he wasn’t going to let go of her that easily. “Ow, what was what?”
“T-That whole k-k-kiss thing!” she stammered out, feeling flustered at the memory despite how no one was around to listen... and they had done much more than just kiss in the past.
He remained still, blinking while his mind processed her words and the reason why she seemed so outraged and confused. “What’s wrong with kissing you?”
Miriallia’s jaw could have dropped at the question. Instead, she slumped against him with her head pressed against his chest. She was just too tired for this. The cease fire for the second war had just been implemented and the last thing she needed is drama with her ‘on-break’ boyfriend.
...at least she knew for sure that he didn’t want to break up with her... and she refused to say out loud of how relieved she was and of how her stomach was currently overflowing with butterflies.
Instead, her arms squirmed their way out from being trapped between them and wrapped themselves around Dearka, holding on to him tight.
It really did feel nice being able to hold him like this and being held back by him. She had truly missed him so much and it soothed her how he seemed to have matured, accepting how she was her own person who had her own dreams and wants. It healed the rumpled nerves and bundles of hurt she had carried with her during the second war.
“Are we... Are we back together?” she asked timidly, hating how she felt so exposed with just that one line. What happened to all that sass she normally threw around him? For once, she was stuck in the unknown, unsure of what was to happen. Normally, Dearka was the one who’d always wait for her, anticipating her replies to his bouts of affection.
But even though he had just madly kissed the life out of her, a part of her still wanted to be sure. She wanted to hear from his own mouth that they were back together, especially since she had been the one to break it off... the one who had left him behind...
He held her chin gently, tilting her face upward and she felt her cheeks blush at the sight of his softened eyes focused on her and her only. “Babe, I don’t think we’ve ever really been apart.”
::owari::
