"Almost done?" He idly flipped through a magazine, stretched out on the small bed in her room. He had found her busily typing away on her laptop computer, the clicking of the keys the only sound that could be heard.

"I just have a few more to go," she paused to stretch out her arms, which had grown rather stiff from the long hours of entering supply requests. "I thought that since things were quieter now meant that I would have less wok," she yawned before continuing where she had left off. There had been a lull in the fighting after the incident at the Mendel colony several weeks ago, but that hadn't meant a decrease in the amount of work the crew found themselves having to do.

"You can take a break," Mwu suggested, setting the magazine on the mattress. "It can wait 'til tomorrow," he blinked away tiredness, having spent most of the day running maintenance on the Strike, still getting used to his new mobile suit after having piloted mobile armors for his entire career.

"I know," her fingers quickly worked to enter in the last of the supply report data, hoping to finish it before the night was over. "But if I leave it for tomorrow, I'll have that much more to do tomorrow."

"You still need to get your rest. Can't have a sleep deprived captain," he retorted. "Even though things are quiet now, we don't know when things will heat up again," he reminded her. There seemed to be a stalemate between ZAFT and the Earth Alliance, neither of them appearing to make a move, but everyone knew something big was on the horizon.

"That is true," she sighed, knowing that he was right. They needed to take advantage of the down time while they still had it. "But, if I know you, there are ulterior motives involved," she rolled her eyes, knowing full well why he wanted her to wrap her work up for the night.

"Why do you always think the worst?" The blonde pilot pretended to pout, folding his arms across his broad chest. "Am I that bad?"

"You're going to tell me you didn't have plans for tonight?" Murrue raised an eyebrow, amused by his annoyance.

"Is that so bad?" He smirked impishly, unable to hit the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No," she rolled her eyes, annoyed by the effect he had on her. "It just makes it difficult to concentrate while I'm trying to work," she sighed, fingers typing quickly in a weak attempt to push his plans for the night out of her mind. "I'm almost done. Maybe another thirty minutes."

Settling back down in the bed, the blonde picked up his magazine, pretending to flip through the slick pages, though he was really content to just watch her. She had changed his life in so many ways. Ways he had never thought possible months before. He had even begun thinking of what a future with her might be like. Maybe find a small house in near the beach in Orb. Maybe start a family. Just see what normal life was like.

"You're staring," she closed her laptop, having just finished entering the last of her data.

"I was just imagining something," he chuckled

"I take it you still have plans for tonight," she smirked. He had stared at her the entire time she had been working, blue eyes peering over the top of the magazine.

"I was just imagining something," he grinned innocently, pulling her down on the small mattress. His deep voice chuckled at her surprised squeak, his fingers finding themselves entangled in her wavy hair.

"Oh? Did it concern your plans for this evening?" She closed her eyes, his lips pressing tiny kisses to her neck, which was making it nearly impossible to even form a coherent thought.

"It's a secret," he growled hungrily into her neck, voice muffled by her thick hair. His fingers made quick work of her white uniform, the stiff fabric ending up in a rumpled heap on the floor, followed soon by his own. Neither able to speak, they became lost in a haze of lust and love, their cries of passion the only sound to be heard in the dim room.

"Now won't you tell me what you were imagining?" She mumbled drowsily, exhausted from the long day.

"I was just thinking what things would be like after the war," the blonde admitted, a grin spreading across his face from the image. "Settle down with a certain captain. Maybe find a small place. Have a few kids," he winked, playfully ruffling his lover's already mussed hair.

"I didn't think that's something you wanted," she blinked in confusion, though the thought was tempting, and something she had found her minder drifting off to. It wasn't something she ordinarily let herself think about, but she had to admit, it was nice to think of what might be waiting for her once the seemingly endless battles were over. "Having kids…I mean."

"I didn't think so either," he pulled her closer, reveling in t he feeling of her warm skin against his. "My father wasn't exactly the best example," he frowned, the events of the day in the Mendel colony still fresh in his mind. "But I want to give my kids the childhood I never had. And I know the perfect someone to be their mother," he chuckled, nuzzling his face against her neck.

Azure eyes blinked open, the orange glow of the setting sun bathing the living room in its colorful aura. Was that a memory…..or a dream? Stretching his long arms, he settled back down against the soft cushion of the sofa. They had fallen asleep on the sofa a couple of hours ago, lulled by the warm sun and the gentle roar of the ocean. Whatever it was, it was a good one, he smiled, gently placing his hand on her still flat stomach, the gesture causing the sleeping woman to stir.

"You're awake," she mumbled, her eyes still shut. "How long have we been asleep?" She snuggled closer, her head pillowed on his broad chest.

"A couple of hours," he glanced up at the clock ticking away the seconds. "You needed the rest," he reminded her, his hand still resting on her stomach, the thought that they would be parents in a few months still taking some getting used to.

"Sleep well?" She blinked open her topaz eyes, slowly adjusting to the sudden brightness. She wouldn't admit it, but she probably did need the extra rest, work and her condition taking their toll on the brunette.

Nodding, he gently traced her smooth cheek. "I had a nice dream…or maybe it was a memory," he grinned, the vision still clear in his mind. "We were talking about the future. Having a family. You seemed surprised," he raised an eyebrow in confusion, most of his past still a haze.

"I was," she admitted, tiny teardrops glistening in the corners of her eyes. She sighed, unsure of just what to say to him. As hopeful as she was that he would remember their time together, she had wondered if it would be best if he forgot the pain of his childhood. "As nice as it was, it wasn't something I had expected you to say," she explained, gently tracing the scar forked across his cheek.

"I get the feeling that I didn't have the best childhood," he took a deep breath, thinking back to the conversation, remembering the pained expression on her face when he had mentioned his past. "I haven't been able to remember much of it. Flashed here and there. It's just sort of a feeling, I guess," he shrugged, unsure just how to explain some of the visions he had been having the past few weeks.

"Whatever you do or don't remember, I'll be here," she smiled, wrapping her slender arms around his muscular frame, nestling her chin on his shoulder.

"I know," he nuzzled his scarred face into her thick chocolate tresses. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he returned her embrace, pulling her even closer. He smiled, knowing that she was right. Whatever happened, whatever he remembered, they would be just fine.