R: My first fanfic so yeah....sorry about the grammer mistakes if there are any. Enjoy and I welcome feedback. Also I don't own any of the characters.
Baka
Stupid!....stupid stupid stupid. Miriallia Haww stood propped against the wall of the docked Archangel, slowly banging the back of her head against the metal. She could not get the face of a certain tanned skinned, blond haired Gundam pilot out of her mind and it was beginning to frustrate her. It has been two years since Tolle's death and nearly one since her disastrous relationship with Dearka Elsman flamed out and Mir thought she had moved on from both of them. But fate is a cruel mistress and the re-ignition of tension between the naturals and coordinators had once again brought the Archangel, Dearka and the memories they brought with them back into Mir's life. During the action, Mir didn't have much time to ponder her ever present awareness of the blond coordinator, but now that the Archangel and her companions had once again brought the world to the negotiating table, Mir was left with no other preoccupation than the thoughts and feelings that ran through her mind. Back then, Mir knew that theirs was a doomed relationship. The overwhelming physical attraction they mutually felt was no match for the deep sadness that had invaded Mir's heart. She'd used him. Used Dearka and all he offered to forget her memories of the brunette boy who first held her heart. After just a few short weeks of her passionate affair with him, Mir acknowledged to herself that what she was doing was not only unfair, but unhealthy. She'd broken up with him, ignored the unexpected pang of sadness that sliced through her when he angrily walked out her door, and started the process of truly healing from Tolle's death. Now a year later, seeing Dearka again didn't trigger memories of Tolle as Miriallia had expected, but memories of their time together and feelings that Mir hadn't felt the first time. In fact, Miriallia assumed that she wouldn't feel anything more for Dearka than gratitude for his support during her dark time, but instead she found that the overpowering physical attraction remained as strong as ever, and she felt and indescribable feeling of joy at seeing his face again. And so Mir found herself standing in the corridor of the Archangel, banging her head against the bulkhead in an attempt to sort through the mess of feelings and thoughts that occupied her brain.
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Stupid!...stupid stupid stupid. Dearka Elsman angrily typed away at the control board in the cockpit of his newly resurrected Buster Gundam. Try as he might to concentrate on his systems scan, the blond could not get the scent of the Archangels CO out of his head. A year ago when Miriallia had sent him on his way, he left with a vow that she would be like every other girl he'd ever parted ways with... forgotten. But now a year later seeing her face and being near her intoxicating vanilla scent plagued Dearka's every thought from the moment they were reunited with the Archangel. It didn't help that the diplomatic meetings taking place in Orb, demanded his presence on the surface, if not in the meetings themselves. This meant that Dearka was confined to the naval station along with the crew of the Archangel should anything happen. Since then, Dearka avoided Mir as best he could, but he still found himself following her scent through the corridors every now and again. Yzak would never let him hear the end of it if he knew. Leaning back heavily in the pilot seat, Dearka shook his head, rubbed his face with his hands and sighed heavily. His thoughts drifted back to the night he finally plucked up the courage to steal a kiss from the unsuspecting Mir. The fireworks between them were instantaneous and just thinking about that first night made Dearka's temperature rise. Unbidden his thoughts turned to other nights when the fire of their passion burned them up. Dearka put up the facade of the calm arrogant pilot, but in truth his emotions ran deep and strong. His love affair with Mir touched something deep in him, and laying there in the cockpit thinking of their time together Dearka felt those deep feelings again. She'd broken his heart when she turned him away, and the familiar anger he felt towards her came rushing back to him along with a sudden and constant beep inside the cockpit of the Gundam. Cracking open an eye, he groaned when he realized the systems check was telling him to replace a part. He heaved himself up from his prone position and lowered himself to the deck floor. Shoving his hands into his pockets he tread off towards the parts locker, his thoughts a million miles away with a certain red-haired natural. He was walking down the corridor, walking without paying attention when a small bundle hurdled around the corner and slammed into him. The force was enough to knock them both over, however Dearka's coordinator reflexes caused him to grab hold of the body that ran into him and use their momentum to spin them around and pin them to the wall. They hit the wall solidly and the body let out a tiny "oof" on impact. Dearka's heart was racing a mile a minute from surprise and adrenaline. He took a deep breath to calm himself and inhaled a strong whiff of vanilla.
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Mir pushed away from the wall determined to get Dearka off her mind and strode towards the hanger exit. She rounded the corner sharply and ran into a solid chest so suddenly that she knew their momentum would cause them to fall down. Before she could even react however, strong arms encircled her and she was spun around and against the wall so hard a little of her air was knocked out of her chest. She was breathing heavily from surprise as she let her hands rest on the broad shoulders that enclosed her. It took her a minute before she noticed the lock of bright blond hair the tickled her cheek, and the familiar feeling of arousal that coursed through her as the person she ran into took a deep breath to slow his heart, next to the nape of her neck. She shuddered and closed her eyes, savouring the feeling she both longed for and dreaded.
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Dearka froze the moment he tasted the sweet smell of vanilla that wafted up from the neck in front of him. Vanilla...Mir's scent. The recognition of her body was instant for him. The feel of her hands on his shoulders, the small waist encircled in his hands and even her chest which was pressed against his own. He had his left arm encircled around her waist and his right had braced against the wall in an attempt to cushion the momentum. The two of them stood frozen until Dearka took another deep breath of her scent before closing his eye tightly to find the strength to move away. As always her smell intoxicated him, making it hard to think and act. All he felt like doing was pushing her even closer to the wall and ravaging her, like he had wanted to from the moment he saw her again. Steeling his will, he released her waist from the grip of his left hand and used both hands to push lightly against the wall, easing away from her, his breath coming in short spurts.
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Mir's head had fallen against the bulkhead, and her chest was tight making it hard to breath. She felt him steady himself and push his warmth away from her body. She was impressed he had the will to move away (as he had never done so before) but suddenly her body was no longer being pushed into the wall by the solid chest of one Dearka Elsman. She whimpered slightly and before she knew it her body has slowly followed his away from the wall. Knowing it was a mistake but not sure that she cared, Mir allowed her head to drop forward and her body to once more lean into the hard chest in front of her. Her hands left his shoulders and her arms slipped around his neck, pulling him close to her to satisfy her need to feel him pressed up against her. she felt his jaw clench next to her face as he groaned and pushed them hard up against the wall again. His lips descended on her neck and his arms left the wall to wrap tightly around her waist. Her breath hitched in her throat as his red hot kisses started a fire deep in her belly. "hmmm Dearka" she murmured, gasping as he pressed harder against her. His lips traced a fiery path up her neck until he captured her lips in a blindingly passionate kiss.
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Dearka's heart nearly stopped when Mir's body drifted close to his, closing the distance he had worked so hard to achieve. As she pulled him tight to her body he lost the will to resist and groaned as he pushed her up against the wall. Feeling her lithe body sandwiched between the wall and his own sent shivers of arousal down his spine. He was instantly hard. He passionately kissed her neck before moving up to her mouth to taste her for the first time since their reunion. His hand slid from her waist to her hips which he held in place as he thrust against her core, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her mouth. He took the opportunity to plunder her mouth with his tongue which only caused her to push harder back against him. As crazed as Mir made him, Dearka knew that this was a mistake, as did Mir. So with and incredible force of will he travelled his hands up her side to her cheeks. He cradled her face in his palms and slowed down their passionate kiss until he could break away only returning to peck at her lips a couple of final times. They opened their eyes at the same time, both breathing heavy and stared into each others eyes.