Gundam SEED Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam SEED: Love Connections ❯ Two Sides, One Love ( Chapter 2 )

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, Dearka, 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."

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