Gundam SEED Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam SEED: Love Connections ❯ Love Does Live On ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Part 4 of Gundam SEED:Love Connections subtitled: Love Does Live On.
A look back on moment between Maryu and Fraga before his demise and what could have resulted from it.

This fic contains NC-17 material and angst. You have been warned.


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Murrue checked the clock by her bedside, yet again. What did that make it…twenty times in three minutes? Don't worry, she told herself repeatedly, he will be here any second, just like every night since the first time we…a mild blush crept up on her cheeks as she thought of the first kiss she and the Lieutenant Commander ever shared. She had been so determined not to fall for the blonde haired, blue-eyed lieutenant, but his persistence and charm had won her over in the end, and now she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

So lost in thought she literally jumped when she heard the ding of her room's door, signaling that someone was indeed requesting admittance into her chambers. She smoothed her hair and the black satin teddy she wore, underneath a sheer, nearly transparent robe. She sauntered over to the door and pressed a button. The metal seal parted from the wall, showing on the other side of it the gorgeous man of her dreams. He looked rougishly sexy, stripped down to his blue undershirt and uniform slacks, the matching jacket tucked into the crook of one elbow. She took a step forward, peeking her head out the door and taking a quick look, while her hand snaked out, grabbing his arm and tugging him quickly inside.

"Still shy after all this time?" He teased her, only to find himself pinned back against the now closed door, his lips covered by those of the Captain. He smiled regardless, speaking even with mumbled words. "Guess not." She broke the kiss and stepped away from him, her doe brown eyes, twinkling with happiness, even as she scolded him gently.

"You're fifteen minutes late."

"Didn't know you were timing me." His grin was sly as he winked at her. "I hope my timing improves later on."

She growled playfully and slapped his cheek just the same. "Oh, you. Stop joking"

"I may joke, but I'm serious when I say you look absolutely stunning tonight captain. Good enough for this hungry, lower ranking officer to eat."

She cocked a brow, trying to appear stern. "Then stand down, Lieutenant, until your Captain orders you to rise."

His sly smile returned, this time accompanied with a chuckle as he reached out for her, pulling her to him. "That is one command, Captain, that I cannot comply with."

Shivers ran through her body as she felt the breath of his mouth, closing in on hers. "Don't tell me you're planning a mutiny, sir."

His hands smoothed over the perfect curve of her bottom and locking his fingers under the firm mounds of flesh, he hitched her up his body, her legs curling immediately around him. "On the contrary. I will protect my captain with every last breath of my body."

Words were lost to her as his mouth covered hers, their lips parting so that they could taste one another as he slowly carried her toward the bed. She welcomed him into her open arms, her nails racking down lightly over his broad, muscular shoulders, clawing at the material covering them until it was over his head and discarded carelessly onto the floor. He leaned in a little more, her back finally resting on top of the satin sheets, being sure that the tie that held together her lingerie was loosened and undone. She relaxed her body, allowing him to rid it of her robe and teddy, just as he wriggled around a little himself, shedding his hips and legs free from his restraining slacks and boxer briefs.

On his knees he straddled her, his palms flat against the pillows, his head dipped just low enough so that he could nuzzle her neck and kiss her smooth flesh. Her own nose snuggled against his shoulder, her tongue darting out to taste him some more, as she slid downward on her back, leaving behind her a path of tiny nips and suckling kisses.

Fllaga closed his eyes, his head still hanging, a low growling chuckle leaving him as he felt her wet lips tickling his ripped abs before slinking down even more. He pressed his hips forward, sliding his male mass inside of Murrue's mouth until the tip of it reached the back of her throat.

She bobbed her head, as he made love to her mouth, using every ounce of his will power so as not to drive himself too harshly or too deep. But when he felt her nails graze just behind his nut sac, close to his rectum, he found it almost impossible and was forced to pull out of her and rise up straight on his knees. He looked down at her and saw a devilish gleam in her eye. "You tease. I'll show you." He kidded her with his boyish grin, wiggling his fingers before using them to tickle her sides.

Murrue squealed in laughter, her hands automatically trying to cover her stomach and swat Fllaga's hands away.

"Do you concede, Murrue-san?" His tone continued to playfully mock as he eased up just a little on her ticklish spots.

"Yes, yes! I concede…just stop…stop!" She panted between fits of her laughter, sobering up suddenly as she realized he had stopped and was once more over her, his eyes fixed in a wanton gaze upon her face.


"W, What is it?" She asked, all of a sudden feeling shy and small.

"You are beautiful, Murrue-san. The most beautiful woman I've ever known."

Her face, still red from her laughter, didn't seem to burn much more from her embarrassment; she turned away her head. "Oh Fllaga. You are crazy you know that? Saying such things when I'm sure just by being you you've had so much better."

"I have a confession." His voice was serious yet gentle. "I'm not the ladies man I may have led you to believe. Besides," his tone grew a little lighter and happier, "there are so many things about you, that those other woman can never compare to you. Not only that, but I never truly felt for them what I do for you." He gingerly cupped her face and nudged it until she was looking right at him, her lips a breath away from his. " I love you Murrue Ramius."

Upon hearing his words, the brunette woman felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, though she blinked them away, rapidly, putting all of her energies instead into the kiss that she gave him. "As much as I thought it impossible, you have made me fall in love with you too."

His usual rowdy smirk formed on his lips. "As I've said, I am a man that makes…" Her glare halted his words.

"You are a man that makes me feel like I am the most special being in all of the universe. You are the man that makes me feel that I can do anything. You are the man that makes me feel that there is hope in my future. That as long as you remain by my side, you are the man that makes me feel loved."

She noticed that his clear, sapphire eyes looked at her with tender affection, as if he had been led to an even deeper emotional connection with her. She barely heard him speak her name as he brought his mouth to hers, giving her a kiss so sincere and full of love that she literally felt her toes curl.

He spoke her name again, declaring his feelings as he rained even more kisses upon her body. His tongue and teeth, lightly gnashed at random pieces of her lavender scented skin, sending her even further into passions madness. And when he began to toy with her breasts, lavishing each tender pink nipple with equal attention and vigor, she felt as though she was literally going to pass out with pleasure.

Her hands stroking his blonde locks, encouraged him to continue his ministrations until he was even lower on her body, his nose nuzzling at the top of her pubic curls, his breath tickling the lips of her womanhood before his tongue took action and darted in between its folds.

Murrue's right hand cupped over her eyes as she voiced a pleading moan, squeezing her inner walls around the two fingers Fllaga had just wiggled inside of her. Her hips could not stay flat and pushed up against his wagging tongue and penetrating digits, milking them in the same manner that she would be milking his girth later on.

Later came sooner, as with the end of her orgasm, Fraga exited his hands and lips from her lower region, bringing them back up again to attack her mouth and breasts. She could feel the rigid and throbbing state of his manhood and the wetness from it as it seeped onto her stomach and diaphragm. It turned her on greatly and she could no longer wait to have his thickness in her.

"Fllaga, please, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Adoring it when his prim and proper lover spoke so whorishly, he acted immediately, lifting her hips and sinking himself into her as she had wanted him too, right now and down right viciously. Not stopping even once, knowing that she was in the mood for it to be rough and quick.

Raised on his knees again, he held her thighs in the crocks of both elbows, her legs wrapped firmly around his hips, moving with him the best she could as he pounded into her with all of himself, his sleek and rippling form more than ready for the task. He watched her with just as much intensity, his sexual desire increasing as he saw her twist and pull at her own nipples, her face flushed a light pink, tightening with her growing passions as she cried out to him what she wanted next.

He released his hold on her, slipping out, his impressive mass, now gleaming with beads of him and her. And when she rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself onto her knees, he adjusted his own position, aligning himself with her perfectly, plunging into her yet again. He gripped a few strands of her light brown hair, yanking back, until her body was arched and pressed against him, his hands, groping her nipples and clitoris, all while staying deep inside of her, ramming her with animal abandonment.

Their lips met at an awkward angle and her hands wound in his hair, this time tugging on him. They leaned forward together, twisting their bodies, so that she was on her back and he atop her, though, instead of being away from her, he was covering her with almost every ounce of his flesh.

His arms were under her shoulders, his hands, which held them gently, tugged her body downward with every upward thrust he gave, and she could only hold onto him, so tightly that her nails left tiny crescent marks where they had dug into his skin. They stayed that way for several more minutes, united and moving as one, until they found that their bodies and minds could no longer deal with the nerve tingling sensations.

Her body tensing suddenly, and her canal squeezing Fllaga for everything he was worth, Murrue was taken to full climax, crying out to him in a choking sob. A half second later, her lover followed, tensing himself, only to release that tension immediately into her willing body.

When it was over, they lay side by side, her leg propped over his, her arm resting on his chest and her chin resting on that hand as her eyes looked up at him catching his. Seeing her pleased and content expression, brought joy into Fllaga's heart that was evident on his face. "I'll always be here for you, Murrue."

Her serene look faded somewhat, as she rolled off of him and into a sitting position, her knees curled up to her chest. Bringing himself up to sit beside her, he cradled her in his arms, remaining silent, knowing that eventually she would open up to him about whatever it was that worried her, though instinctively he knew exactly what was worrying her.

"How can you tell me such things, Mwu? Make such promises. I don't know if I can believe you. You go out onto the battlefield and risk your life all the time…you could die any day, and I…" She broke down into tears and he stroked her hair as he licked them away from her cheeks.

"And you could easily die even on this battleship. That is why I go out and fight Murrue, not just for peace, but to protect you, us, and our future." He crooked his palm under her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him, "I will always return to you, one way or another, I will not let our love die so easily."

"I know what you're saying…but it's impos…"

A stern finger to her lips silenced her and she saw the familiar sparkle of reassuring arrogance in his eyes. She turned away and blushed. "I know, I know, you don't have to say it." She giggled a little as she felt him blow softly into her ear, his hands beginning to roam once more over her body. "My, my aren't we in a viral mood tonight."

"And why shouldn't I be?" He chided back. "I'm good looking, an ace pilot with a beautiful woman who I love and who loves me."

She smoothed the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck, beckoning him to her. "Well, then come here, you good looking, ace pilot who I love and who loves me, and prove it."

"As you order, my Captain." Their lips touching, the two lovers sunk back down onto the bed, with the Lieutenant vowing silently to his lover that he would keep his promise to her some how, some way.


~One year later~


A fussing cry awoke Murrue Ramias from her dream, a dream that she found herself having every now and then. The dream of the last night she had spent with her deceased lover. She stretched a little as she rose from her bed, only to lean back over to reach down into a bassinette.

"It is okay, my little boy, mommy's here, mommy's here." She sat down on the edge of the bed, undoing her gown so that she could feed her three-month old son. The infant's large blue eyes opened in reaction to the food and gentle way his mother stroked his soft blonde curls. "You look just like him you know?" She swallowed her tears torn between the joy and pain of having a child who resembled so much of his father, a father who he would never know.

She began to hum softly, her tired mind going back to the memory of the night of little Fraga's conception. The final act that proved indeed the boy's father had kept his word, that even with his death their love would live on. An impossibility that had been made possible, by the one man who always lived up to the claim and the one man who would always claim her heart, one Lieutenant Commander Mwu La Fllaga.

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