Author's note: Well, I've recovered from illness and I'm all settled into my new apartment - which means it's time for a new chapter! Thanks for being patient with me through a very busy month in my life!

WARNING: This chapter is intended for a mature audience. If you don't like tasteful love scenes between the greatest couple in anime, please discontinue reading now.

Side note: You may be asking, "Why did you write these two a love scene? Isn't that just fanservice or wish fulfillment?" Well, I happen to think this particular love scene is canon and wanted to flesh it out (pun intended). In the DYRL movie, we see Hikaru kiss Misa at the table in the Protoculture home, after she breaks down and says she wants to go home to the SDF-01. Their embrace fades to black and the next scene is the two at dusk. Misa walks toward Hikaru, re-zipping her flight suit. Did she re-zip after doing something innocent like using the restroom, or did she re-zip because she and Hikaru had just become lovers? I choose the latter. :)

Last note: Please review! I live for feedback, good and bad! This is my first foray into writing fanfic and also my first time writing a love scene. I have enjoyed every moment of it and I hope you have enjoyed reading it. Thanks and stay tuned for one more chapter.


Hikaru's eyes flew open as Misa returned his kiss, gently prying his lips open with the tip of her tongue. He stared at her closed eyes, framed by long lashes and slightly furrowed brows. Don't stare at her, dummy! It's rude! He thought to himself. Hikaru had first learned that as a kid, watching grainy old movies with his dad. The heroes of celluloid always closed their eyes when they kissed a damsel. As he grew into a young man, he'd heard plenty of hangar talk from various skirt-chasing pilots on the subject. In any case, the message was clear: keep your eyes closed when kissing a girl. But Hikaru couldn't help it—he was stunned by Misa's boldness.

Ordering his eyelids shut, his mind shifted back to the present moment. Well, you kissed her, and she kissed back. Were you expecting her to slap you across the face like the other time? Hikaru wondered to himself. The thought made him chuckle a little, briefly interrupting their liplock. Slowly, Misa pulled back and opened her eyes in surprise, wondering what had caused the disruption. She could see his eyes were closed, and a mischievous smile played at the corner of his mouth.

"What's funny, Hikaru?" she asked breathily. His eyes popped open. She cocked her head to the side slightly, eyebrows slightly raised.

Hikaru swallowed and let the grin spread across his face. "Last time I—err—we—um, kissed—well, you slapped me. . . You know, when we were prisoners on the Zentradi battleship." His voice was teasing and light.

Misa shook her head slightly and smiled. "Ah, that's right. I'll never forget our demonstration of 'culture,'" she replied dreamily. She grasped him by the elbows, pulling him closer to her. She inched her nose and mouth to Hikaru's face. He inhaled as she came in closer—near enough that he thought she might bring her lips to his. Instead, she nudged his jaw sideways with her cheek, pressing her mouth to his ear.

"You're doing much better this time," she whispered, her voice lush and velvety.

The feel of her breath on his ear and neck made Hikaru shiver, and not from cold. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his hands into the base of her spine, his fingertips just inches from her well-formed backside. She exhaled luxuriously, bringing her face out of his ear, back within his gaze. He bent his head down slightly and their lips met once more. The kisses were soft at first, romantic and tender. They warmed Misa from the inside out. Her breathing grew shallow, her breaths coming faster.

Hikaru listened intently to her respiration, pleased that Misa was responding to—and by all accounts, enjoying—his affections. How did I look past her for so long? He wondered to himself. It feels so good to be close to her, to know her, to feel her body against mine. Misa's fingertips danced at Hikaru's chest and collarbone as their embrace intensified. He held her closer, kissed her deeper, and let his hands wander up and down, caressing everything within his reach. She responded by pressing her hands into his shoulders, wanting to hold onto him ever tighter. Despite his slim frame, he was surprisingly muscular. Her fingers tingled in excitement.

Hikaru wasn't content to let his hands have all the fun. He pressed his torso and hips into Misa's lithe, supple body. She opened her mouth in surprise and a small gasp escaped her lips. She could feel his hardness up against her—he was aroused, which sent a thrill racing through her body. Hikaru buried his face into her neck, kissing her jaw and earlobe. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, radiating desire. She could feel her own excitement stirring—a familiar warmth between her legs, aching for him.

Encouraged, he traced his fingers over her collarbones. He wanted to kiss her there, but the yoke of her flight suit blocked his hungry lips. She ran her fingertips through his dark hair, resting her small hands at the base of his neck as his hands explored her body. When brought his head up, she planted another kiss on his eager lips.

"Misa…" he intoned, drinking her in with his eyes. He retrieved her small hands from his neck and unfolded them. Grasping her right hand with both of his, he placed it on his chest, at the collar of his flightsuit.

"Help me out of this…" he pleaded. Hikaru's voice was low and throaty, as if he could barely get his thoughts out. She was momentarily stunned at his words and struggled to regain her wits. He wants to be lovers… At this realization, she wanted to laugh, cry, and kiss him all at once, but she attempted to keep a steady expression. I've wanted you for so long, and I didn't know it, she sighed to herself.

She stared up at him, her emerald eyes wavering with emotion. Her lips were slightly parted, her neck and back arched toward him. His brilliant blue orbs gleamed back at her, shining with pure energy. She brought her other hand to his chest. Pressing her fingertips into his torso, she took hold of the zipper of his flightsuit. She felt electric in this moment—infinite—alive.

Wordlessly, she brought the zipper down to his waist. He groaned at the feel of her hands running down his abdomen. With his thumb and fingertips, he stroked her jaw, sliding his palm into her long, soft locks. She shivered, determined to stay focused on the task before her. She unclasped his belt with both hands and brushed it out of the way, clearing the path for the rest of the zipper. Swallowing, she tried to keep her nerves at bay, knowing that the thin suit was all that separated her hands from his manhood.

Why am I nervous? She wondered. She'd had lovers before, including Riber, her fallen fiancé. After his passing, she had tried to numb the pain by taking a civilian home from time to time, but she found the conversation dull and the sex emotionless. Even in her love life, she had been careful and calculating—she made a point to frequent remote townie bars, always out of uniform, so that gossip didn't make its way back to Macross City—and it hadn't.

It's because it's him, she admitted to herself. There's something about Hikaru—he's infuriating sometimes, and he has terrible taste in pop idols, but being near him is like suddenly seeing the world in color after a lifetime spent in black and white. And I'm done living in grayscale. Boldly, she tugged the open suit away from his shoulders, yanking at the sleeves, trying to free him from the troublesome garment. He was wearing a tight, black undershirt underneath. He stripped it off quickly, leaving the torso of his suit hanging from his waist.

Misa bent down on one knee to finish disrobing him, which sent Hikaru's mind and body into into overdrive. She could feel his wild heartbeat through his skin, and his breathing was growing increasingly labored. She started with his boots, unlacing them one by one. Delicately, she pulled one off, and then the other, as he balanced on one foot. She stood up once more, to take the suit from his waist to his ankles. Luckily, the fitted legs of the suit had side zippers, which she quickly undid. Suddenly, his body was bare, save for a pair of tight black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. She ran her hands across his warm skin, which Hikaru found deliciously unbearable.

"Now it's your turn," she said, her voice husky. Hikaru couldn't wait to get her out of her suit, but he wanted to be gentle with her, intimate, tender. We're not teenagers in the backseat of a borrowed car—there's no hurry, his mind said. But the rest of his body didn't exactly agree. His fingers slid the zipper of her suit down smoothly, stopping just below her navel. He dispensed with the belt circling her waist and resumed the zipper's path down to its end, where her legs met. His fingers trembled a little as he brushed against her most intimate area. She inhaled sharply at his touch, wanting more.

Hikaru mirrored her process of undressing him, first helping Misa get her arms out of the suit, then removing her boots, and finally freeing her legs. Her undergarments consisted of a black compression top not unlike a workout bra and sporty black thong panties. It was his turn to run his arms across her flesh, which sent every nerve ending in her body firing at once.

She shot him a sexy smile and pulled away from him slightly. Deftly, she hoisted her top off above her head, baring her breasts to him. He inhaled audibly at the sight of them. God, she's beautiful. He stepped toward her, placing his fingertips on her perfect globes, which were neither large nor small. They were high and firm, yet soft. He brushed a thumb against her nipple, which hardened instantly at his touch.

"Where should we go?" Misa asked quietly, sheepishly, her mind never far from the practical. Hikaru looked around and grinned at the situation—it wasn't often that a pilot found himself in his underwear in the kitchen of an ancient relic of a house with his nearly-naked commanding officer. He took her hand and led her to another corner of the little dwelling, which boasted a futon sized for two pushed up against a rounded wall.

He motioned to the rudimentary bed with a smile. "It's not four-star or SDF-01 barracks issue, but I think it'll do." She laughed, nodding. He sat down first, knees open, motioning to her. The surface was a little squishy with moisture, but that was the farthest thing from Hikaru's mind. She stepped toward him, positioning herself in the space between his legs, kneeling down on the floor. They kissed again for a brief moment, punctuated when he pulled her toward him and onto the bed. She landed on top of his body, more or less straddling him.

Misa shifted her hips, feeling his hardness squarely between her legs. She pressed herself against him lustily, sighing aloud. The friction was electrifying. Hikaru moved with her, pressing his sex against hers, until he couldn't bear it anymore. Breathlessly, he sat up, shifting Misa to his side, making sure she was comfortable on the futon. He stood on his knees and removed his boxer briefs, revealing his cock to her. She eyed it, and him, greedily. She shifted from her side to her back and spread her legs, inviting him closer.

Taking the hint, Hikaru knelt between her legs and removed her panties. Misa's mound was neatly groomed and he couldn't wait to explore it further. But for now, he laid down on top of her, supporting some of his weight with his arms and upper body. She could feel the tip of his shaft pressed against her stomach. He kissed her, running his hands over her breasts, hips, and buttocks, cupping everything that could be held. Misa loved the feel of his weight on top of her.

"I want to touch you," Hikaru whispered. She nodded and opened her legs wider. He slid himself down the bed a little and traced his fingertips along her collarbone, and then her breast. He kept going, grazing her nipple, and then her slim, toned stomach. He made his way down to her hips and finally, to her sex. Gently, he separated her folds, and started to probe her opening with two fingers. She was wet and her body was ready and welcoming. He pushed his fingers into her wetness. She inhaled, surprised at first. She moaned in enjoyment as he continued.

Hikaru moved his fingers in and out rhythmically as Misa moved her hips in sync with him. After a few moments, he brought his fingers out. They were glistening with her essence. He searched for her most sensitive spot and knew he had found it when she shuddered. He massaged her clit with his wet fingers, slowly at first. She grasped the bed with her fingers, overwhelmed with feeling. Her body was aflame. Hikaru's fingers responded to her skillfully, and as she moved her hips gradually faster, he continually stroked her, matching her pace.

Between gasps, Misa encouraged him, imploring him not to stop. He knew he was getting close, which aroused him further. He wanted to be a generous lover with her, giving her everything she wanted first. Seeing her in the throes of passion inflamed him. "Hikaru…" she murmured softly. He loved it when she said his name like that. Her breathing was ragged. She was on the cusp. He caressed her until she trembled and quaked, her entire body shaking with ecstasy. She cried out his name, again and again, reeling, writhing with pleasure. As she came down from her sexual high, he slid his two fingers inside her once more to find fresh wetness. He growled lustily.

Hikaru couldn't wait any longer. "Misa," he moaned. Sensing his need, she opened her legs wide, beckoning him. He maneuvered his tip to the edge of her sheath and his eyes nearly rolled back into his skull. He was lying on top of her once more, and she wrapped her arms around his back. With a thrust of his hips, he entered her. She was wetter and tighter and warmer than he could have imagined. He groaned in utter delight. He slid himself out slowly, and back in, and did it all over again and again. Misa buried her fingertips in his back, sighing satisfyingly. He filled her so well. Now that he was inside her, she never wanted this moment to end.

Gradually, he began thrusting faster and pushing himself deeper inside her. She welcomed his length and soon, he was buried to the hilt. He couldn't help but moan out of sheer pleasure. She caressed his arms and chest, kissing his neck and jaw. It was her turn to match his pace. He plunged his cock inside her with abandon, breathing heavier and heavier, until he could contain himself no longer. With a final thrust, he filled her with his essence, collapsing on top of her. She ran a hand through his sweaty hair, stroking his locks and neck as he caught his breath.

Eventually, he rolled to the side and laid on his back, extending an arm to her. She snuggled up into his nook, where his shoulder met his torso. She curled her arm around him, entwining her legs with his. They gazed at each other in contented silence for a moment. Misa wore a sated, sleepy smile. In no time at all, she began to doze. Hikaru looked at her with a deep feeling in his heart.

"Maybe it's just the 'culture demonstration' talking here, but I think I'm falling for you," he whispered to her as she slept.