Of Aquarians and Geminis

By: IMBSA & (to an extent) KAHBMG

IMBSA: Hello peoples! OK, I have a few misgivings about posting this 'cause I wasn't happy with it. However, after much assurance (and more coercion) I was convinced that it was just my paranoia talking. Anyway, this is NOT a Mwu/Murrue fic like you've probably come to expect from me. ::gasp:: Rather, it is an Andy/Aisha one. I've been looking around and found that there is a considerable lack of A/A fics. There's even less of them than M/M, 'cause at least M/M has a few floating around. There is a big ZERO fics on Andy and Aisha. I know, I know, you may be asking what the big deal is. The "big deal" is that I love this pairing almost as much as I do M/M, and they need to be appreciated!!!!! Ok, sorry for the rant. It just pisses me off to no end!

Disclaimer: "The king is dying, and his son is a weakling; who do you think will rule this country? Now open this door."

IMBSA: I'm sorry if I get them a bit OOC. It's been a while since I've seen anything with Andy in it, and the 4th DVD has yet to come out, which is the one with Andy and Aisha on it. I also guessed on their Astrological signs (since I can't find their birthdates), so if I'm wrong, just remember that I can find neither their birthdates nor their ages. And so, to business.

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"Hey Andy, look at this," the pretty brunette remarked to the man across the room. The woman, Aisha, was lying on her stomach, the bed her chosen perch. An orange book lay in her hands, open to a page entitled "Aquarius."

"Yeah? What?" Andy, her companion, asked, a very distracted air about him as he pored over a map that took up most of the wall. Aisha's face bore an unhappy look when she saw that Andy preferred the map to her. She jumped up and walked behind him, arms encircling his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"You've been reading that thing all night. They're not going to attack us right now. Take a break. Please?" She beseeched him, blinking up at him in a very pleading, very irresistible manner. Andy caved.

"All right." He conceded, grabbing his coffee mug and leading the way to their bed. Aisha lowered herself onto his lap, pulling her book towards them.

"You're an Aquarius, right?"

"Yeah."

"It says here that you're 'highly independent', you 'like to do things your way', you're 'quirky', eccentric', 'strange', and 'unusual'. Pretty accurate, wouldn't you say?" Andy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" He asked mockingly. "You think I'm 'eccentric' and 'strange'?"

"Yes." Aisha replied without hesitation. Andy pulled away, pretending to be hurt.

"Well, I never!" He put his free hand to his chest, above his heart. "Me? Quirky?" Andy pretended to pout. Aisha giggled.

"But that's why I love you." She murmured.

"Now that's the spirit!" Andy exclaimed, dropping his childish act. "What does it say about you?" He asked slyly.

"What do you think?" She answered in the same manner.

"You'll read mine, but not yours? How unfair."

"Fairness is a trait of Librans, not Geminis, dear."

"Let me guess; you're a Gemini." Aisha nodded.

"You know your astrology." She approved. Andy nuzzled her neck.

"No, I know you." There was a pause.

"So what's so important about that map?" Andy sighed in response to her question, letting Aisha slide from his lap.

"You know that new prototype Earth Forces ship?" He asked over his shoulder as he walked over to the wall.

"The so-called 'Legged Ship'? What about it?"

"It's entered somewhere in the desert, so I'm responsible for its capture and/or destruction. Not to mention they seem to be getting aid from the rebels. It's my duty to take it down." Aisha immediately sobered by the somber attitude of her lover.

"So that's where you were last night." She stated matter-of-factly.

"Yeah. Observing it in action."

"Oh." Pause. "What do you think about it?"

"It'll be hard, but we'll be able to take it down." He took a sip of coffee. "In any case we'll still fight. Doesn't matter what happens." He made a face as the liquid went down. "Whatever this is, it's certainly not coffee." Aisha rolled her eyes. Andy's love of coffee was famous. Or infamous depending on whether or not you were in charge of getting him his coffee. He pressed a button on his phone. "DaCosta!" He barked.

A moment passed, then a voice on speaker phone answered. "Yes sir?"

"Where's my coffee?"

"Isn't it in your room sir?" Martin's voice was trembling slightly. He knew he was treading on thin ice. VERY thin ice.

"If it was, do you think I'd be calling you about it?"

"N-no sir." Martin's voice had definitely acquired a stutter.

"I don't know what you've served me. But it's not coffee. Send up a decent beverage this time." He pressed the button again, effectively ending the conversation.

"That wasn't nice, Andy." Aisha remarked as he walked to sit beside her.

"Am I ever?" He asked, lifting her into his lap.

"Occasionally, yes."

"Hmm." Silence settled around them as Andy stared into Aisha's blue eyes.

A bit unnerved, Aisha asked, "What?" Andy didn't answer. He merely pounced forward, much like his namesake, the tiger, hands tickling through his lover's skin-tight suit. "Andy!" Aisha squealed before her laughter made any other words incoherent. Andrew laughed too at the pathetic picture she made at his mercy in his arms. She was able to gasp out, "No, Andy, please! Stop," before her laughter took over again.

It was amazing what simple laughter could do. Laughter is always so taken for granted, yet the sound jarred Andy into a place he seldom went without an aloof shield of sarcasm to protect him. Andy wondered how long it had been since any of them, himself and Aisha included, had laughed, and he meant truly laughed. It was the middle of a war. That was how he justified it. But he wasn't in battle now. Why should he pass up an opportunity when it bit him on the nose? Or, as was the case now, was lying in his arms?

Aisha's eyes widened when she felt Andy's lips on hers. Then they closed as she surrendered herself to her lover's will. She responded, lips caressing lips, until....

"Uh, sir?" Martin said from the door where he stood holding the mug of coffee Andy had ordered. His eyes were wide, as though he had been standing there for awhile. Breaking away from Aisha (with some difficulty), Andy jumped up, re-buttoning his jacket, the only thing he had time to shed.

"Ah yes, thank you Martin." Andy replied, considerably happier as he took the mug from his hands. Aisha rolled her eyes. The man was hopeless. Martin backed out of the room, eyes still wide and unblinking. Andy took a deep draught from the mug in his hands. "Now that's coffee."

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IMBSA: Oh God, that was such horrible sap! v.v I'm getting worse and worse at this. Please R & R. If you liked it, well, thanks! If you didn't then you have two options:

A. You control your endless tide of anger and politely tell me what you didn't like, or

B. You can't prevent the powder keg of fury from blowing up, in which case I suggest you simply don't review at all.

Thanks! ::smiley::