Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed... Nope.
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"Mmhmm… Up there more, Commander."
"Are you enjoying this, Captain?"
That's what Arnold Neumann heard from the Captain Quarters of the Archangel, as he nearly dropped the papers he held in the process. The sounds of pleasure and teasing made him shiver. What were Captain Ramius and Lieutenant La Flaga doing in there?
Something… sexual he assumed.
The blood started to rush to his cheeks, as he hesitantly placed his hand on the handle of the door.
It was now or never… (And these reports weren't going to be delivered by themselves much to his dismay).
"C-Captain Ramius, Commander La Flaga! Fo-Forgive my sudden intrusion, I-I have the status reports on the Archangel…!"
He swung the door open, eyes shut tight as he held the stacks of paper away from his chest. It was a few moments, but what seemed to be an eternity to Arnold before he decided to open his eye lid a crack. He opened both eyes after, expecting articles of clothing to be abandoned on the ground, and exposed skin pressing against each other.
He was wrong. Very wrong.
Mwu was standing behind the seated Captain, hands clasped firmly around her shoulders – both of them fully clothed. Arnold stood there, his cheeks stained with a light red due to his… ridiculous thoughts, and a look of disbelief on his face.
"Neumann?"
"I-I… Uh… Willleavethepapershere!GooddayCommanderRamiusCaptainLaFlaga!"
He tossed the papers over the desk, giving a hurried salute, then rushed out of the room, his face all flabbergasted. Mwu raised a brow, while Murrue giggled quietly.
"Captain La Flaga…?"
"I think it sounds… cute."
"Oh?"
Mwu had a burly grin on his face, as he resumed giving his captain a nice, soothing massage.
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Arnold panted heavily, as he stumbled into the Mess Hall. His face was still flushed, as he thought about what he just witnessed. It wasn't as bad as he thought… Unless…
"Ensign, what are you doing?"
"Lieu—Natarle!"
"… Arnold."
Lieutenant Natarle Badgiruel stood there, her gaze fixed on the Archangel's pilot. She greeted him curtly, perplexed about why Arnold was red as the stolen Mobile Suit, the Aegis. Arnold straightened out, before he suddenly grasped Natarle's arm, starting to drag her out of the Mess Hall.
"I-I-I'll show you!"
He muttered, slightly trailing off as he took her through the desolated hallways of the Archangel. Natarle raised a brow, as she allowed her lower classman drag her away. A small smile played on her lips.
It wasn't so bad, as long as it was Neumann – any one else might meet a fist to their face and a weeks duty of cleaning the Archangel.
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A/N: -rolls-
Some random fluff that popped up in my head.
Why Neumann/Natarle?
-shoots a wry look over a Kookith- Her Neumann/Natarle stories drew me in, and uhh... the JP Site, I swear.
This couple is cute xD
Yeah... Uhh... I'll go hide now while I try to storm up some AsuCaga fluff you know?
-scurries away-