Dearka & Miriallia
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Chapter 12
Truthfully
"You know, I was just teasing you Mir," Dearka said as she continued to blush in the dining hall.
"Huh?" she snapped out of her daydream.
She realized that she repeated what he had just said out loud.
"Although, it would probably be quicker if you just let me seduce you, because you are definitely not good at it," he joked.
This comment made her huff at him with displeasure.
"I can seduce people too you know," she snipped at him.
He laughed at her response.
"Really, I've been waiting for you to 'fight for me' like you said you would, but I haven't seen anything happen yet," he mocked.
"Maybe if someone would stop putting the moves on me first, I just might have a chance," Miriallia mocked back.
He pulled her chair out and she just looked at him from over her shoulder.
"We should get going. It's really late and I can imagine you're exhausted," he answered.
She couldn't argue with that fact and stood up to leave with him.
"Well, just you wait Dearka. You won't see it coming," she said smiling at him.
"You're right. Not at the rate you're moving at. I'll probably get bored before you try anything. Besides, you don't have the guts to make a move," he said still trying to get a rise from her.
"How quickly we forget," she replied without filling him in on what the comment was directed to.
She pushed him from behind playfully and he laughed at her version of revenge.
"I'll find a way to make the first move without you realizing it. I can be devious too. Just wait, those elevator stunts you pulled will mean nothing," she thought.
Dearka walked Miriallia back to his room keeping a slight distance between them. He had made her as red as a lobster in the dining hall and wanted to allow her time to collect her thoughts. And, his taunting of her on their way out of the hall didn't help matters. In a split second she had moved from a joking look to a serious and shy combination.
"I guess maybe I went a little too far. I don't want to push her into anything. After all, I was just messing with her to see her reaction and I did tell her that I would wait to let her make the first move," Dearka thought.
Miriallia followed behind him with her hands clasped together in front of her and her head hung low as if she was afraid to look at him. She was deep in thought but still wanted to look as though she didn't have the ability to make a move.
"I'm so stupid. I can't believe I said that out loud. I made myself completely vulnerable and he got the exact result he wanted from me. So how do I pull this off now? Well, this should be a good start. If he thinks I'm embarrassed by the situation, I'll have a better chance to pull something over on him," she thought.
They continued their way in silence until he stopped at his door. She hadn't noticed and ran right into him as he had turned to get her attention.
"Ouch, sorry," she said still dazed.
He tilted his head to the side and looked down at her face.
"That's all right. Are you okay Mir?" he asked her.
She blushed feverishly again.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just…" she trailed off.
He rolled his eyes at her. She was acting exactly like she did when they were first showing their affections toward each other on the Archangel.
"Okay, don't hurt yourself," he said mocking the intensity of her search for words.
He smiled his sly grin at her again before typing in his door combination. She watched him as his fingers struck the number pad.
"What is wrong with me? I said I was going to fight for him and I let him make all the moves on me today. What was that about? I feel so uncomfortable and insecure as soon as I look at him. So how do I fight for him? He is completely right, though. I don't have the guts to make a direct move. The last time I started and paused, he took over for me. And, I'm sure this time he isn't going to unless he doesn't see it coming or if I…" she thought.
Dearka was now waving his hand in front of Miriallia's face.
"Hello? You home in there?" he asked.
Miriallia snapped out of her thoughts and shook the confusion away.
"I'm so sorry. I was just thinking," she said.
"Well, I said, we're here so why don't you go in and relax," he told her.
She scurried by him and he again rolled his eyes.
"Do you need me to get anything for you?" he asked while tossing the papers on the desk.
"Well, I would like to take a shower if that is all right," she said.
"Sure, it's over there," he said pointing to the adjacent door, "Make yourself at home."
He sat down at the desk and pulled the papers he had just tossed down in front of him.
"Umm…" she started.
Dearka looked up at her.
"Yes?" he asked sweetly.
"Well, I was supposed to be home by now, so I don't have anything else to wear," she stuttered.
He smiled at her and looked her up and down.
"I guess that outfit has been through the wringer today, huh?" he noticed.
"Definitely," she replied.
"Well, I can either let you wear one of my t-shirts, or you can wear a robe from the bathroom tonight. I can send your outfit to be cleaned for you and you can have it back tomorrow morning, first thing. It's your choice," he answered.
Miriallia raised her eyebrows in shock at his offer.
"It's really hot in here, so I don't think I will be really that comfortable in those heavy cotton robes. But should I really ask him for one of his t-shirts. That may be a bit suggestive. Then again, so what?" she thought with a grin on her face.
"I would love it if I could borrow a t-shirt. I think I would get way too hot in a robe," she answered with her reason stated.
Dearka stood up and walked over to his duffel bag. As he unzipped it, Miriallia moved closer to him. He found one of his t-shirts that he had stuffed in the bag and turned to hand it to her. She smiled as she reached out for it. There hands brushed each other gently and they both fell victim to another blush.
"Thank you," she said as she walked toward the bathroom.
"Sure," he said as he watched her leave.
He moved back to the desk as the door shut behind her.
"Wow, I wish she would make a move already. I promised her I wouldn't do anything again, but this is not as easy as I thought it would be," he thought.
With a sigh, he continued his work on the mission. He couldn't let everything that was happening in his personal life affect the assignment he had been entrusted with.
An hour later…
Dearka had finished working on the mission plans and put them to the side when he heard the shower room door open. There stood Miriallia sporting his white t-shirt that reached about mid-thigh on her body. Her hair was damp and she looked a lot more refreshed than the worn down woman that entered the shower room earlier that evening. It was now a little past 1:30 in the morning and Dearka was beginning to feel the drain of the day.
"So, where should I…" she started before Dearka interrupted her.
"You can sleep on the bed. If you toss me your stuff, I'll drop it off to get cleaned when I go to relay the mission plans," he answered.
"Thanks," she said as she tossed her outfit to him.
He looked at her wrist and saw his watch was still there.
"So, do you like my watch?" he asked her.
He watched her face blush again.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You dropped it on the Archangel when… I mean, I was going to give it back, but you had already departed. So, I kept it. But, if you want it back I can…" she stammered.
Dearka held his hand up to her.
"That's okay. Keep it. It looks good on you," he said smiling.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yeah. You seem attached to it. I haven't seen you take it off yet," he mentioned due to the drops of water that were still on it.
"Oh, yeah. I guess I don't. Well, it is waterproof," she said flashing it at him.
"I remember," he said gently.
"So, are you going to go and give those orders out now?" she asked looking at the clock.
Time was slipping away. Ten more minutes had passed and she could see Dearka's exhaustion.
"He may be a Coordinator, but even he can't go this long without rest," she thought.
"Yeah, I called the meeting for 0300 hours after you went into the shower. I didn't think I would finish it this quickly," he said.
"But, does that mean you have to stay up until then?" she asked.
"Well, normally I would set the alarm and relax myself. But I don't want the alarm to disturb you and I don't think I could really get that comfortable on the chair. I was going to get something to sleep on the floor with after the meeting. My soldiers have been working so hard on this today that I can't disturb them again. They need a little rest too," he said thoughtfully.
"Then, what are you going to do? I can't possibly let you stay up without any rest. This mission is too important to ZAFT," she stated.
"She is completely different than Cadey. She thinks about everybody, but herself. It's like night and day with those two. Then why am I still so confused? What am I even going to do about her when I find her?" he thought.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me," he answered.
Miriallia watched Dearka toss himself back in his chair and turn to the desk. He put his head down in his crossed arms.
"Just lie down and rest," he ordered her with a demanding tone.
Miriallia was a little annoyed at him now.
"Oh for goodness sake," she said as she walked over to the chair and twisted it toward her.
Dearka nearly fell off from the jolt. Once he regained his composure, he looked up at her with a furrowed brow.
"What are you doing?" he asked in irritation.
"I'm going to set the stupid alarm and you get into the bed," she demanded while she set the alarm.
"I said I'm fine," he replied with a little more superiority in his voice.
"You know, it's not like we never slept together before," she reminded him.
"What is that supposed to mean? Do you think I forgot that fact or something?" he asked.
Miriallia was really frustrated with his apparent split personality. One minute he is seducing her and the next minute he is afraid to get to close to her. Then it hit her.
"I know exactly how to make the first move, without actually making the move," she thought with a devilish smile of her own.
"Well, it just seems like you can't decide what you want," she replied.
That had done it. She had somehow lit the fuse of his temper and he was going to explode.
"Can't decide what I want? It's not that I can't decide what I want, it's that what I want isn't what was decided on for me," he answered, his anger rising.
"So, you're just going to sit back and let someone else completely decide your life for you then?" she snapped back at him.
"Of course I'm not going to let someone else COMPLETELY decide my life for me," he yelled.
"Really, you could have fooled me. If that is so true, why don't you just prove it then?" she said with a huff.
He hadn't realized how close they had become to one another during their shouting match. They were standing right in front of each other and they could feel the heat emanating between them. Before she knew it, he was kissing her again and she didn't resist. In fact, she enjoyed it.
"Got you, Dearka Elsman. Even you are only human," she thought.
She had made a move on him without him noticing. She knew once he was riled up enough he would take full advantage of any challenge she proposed. It was the only way she knew of to skip through the awkwardness of trying to get him closer to her.
"You aren't the only one in this room who can seduce someone. In the end, I did also initiate the time we spent together on the Archangel," she thought.
She felt his hands move under the t-shirt she was borrowing. Miriallia took a few steps backwards while drawing him closer to her. As she inched her way to the bed, what she had done had finally hit him.
"Smooth Mir. I have to hand it to you, I didn't expect this approach from you," he thought while continuing his passionate onslaught.
Their lips parted and he began to kiss her neck. They toppled onto the bed and she felt him remove the t-shirt she was wearing. She was able to get his jacket unbuttoned and he shrugged it off.
"Dearka, please," she panted out the words.
He continued his assault on her ignoring her request. She had given him the opportunity and this time he was planning on enjoying every moment of it and making sure she did as well.
"This isn't going to be the same as our first time on the Archangel," he thought devilishly.
"Oh god, Dearka!" she cried out with the short breaths she had.
She collapsed on the bed with all the energy she had vanishing in one instant. Dearka moved away from her with his hands gliding down her weak legs. He moved over her and whispered in her ear.
"Don't think we're done yet," he smirked at her before getting off the bed, leaving her mind to race with the events that had taken place.
"Tolle was never this good and Dearka wasn't either the first time we were together. So when and where did he learn to do that?" Miriallia thought.
Miriallia closed her eyes and continued concentrating on regaining air to her lungs. She had wanted Dearka and knew he wanted her, but she hadn't realized he wanted her this much. It actually made her feel good for the first time since, well, the time they were together on the Archangel.
Before she knew it, Dearka had re-emerged into the room and began to kiss her again. She could taste the mint flavor in his mouth. He was wearing only his boxers she realized when he was on top of her.
As he slipped them off, her fingernails brushed at his chest. His body lined up with hers and he slid down on top of her.
"Don't you dare ask me if I'm sure," she teased.
"After our previous encounter, I wouldn't dream of it," he mocked back.
They began to kiss passionately and her hands rubbed his back pulling him into her. It was his turn to moan from the pleasure he received. He held on wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. In fact, he wished it would never end.
He had his head down near her neck and began to kiss it between his gasps. This being one of her weak spots, made her moan from his touch. She was being pushed beyond her limits and he decided he was going to have to end it soon.
As much as he wanted to continue, he couldn't. She wasn't physically capable of keeping up with him for that long, so he made his final move on her. He moved down and whispered in her ear again.
"Get ready baby," he said.
He was just about to reach his when the buzzer on the door chimed.
"You have got to be kidding," Miriallia announced.
Miriallia could see the anger in Dearka's eyes and pulled him against her.
"We can save this," she said to calm him down.
Her hand moved over to the table and she grabbed the remote for the door speaker. She handed it to him and smiled.
"Here, just find out what they want and I swear I will make sure this night isn't ruined," she said.
Dearka grabbed the remote and pressed the talk button.
"Yeah," he said irritated.
"Sir, it seems like the Earth Forces are on the move," the soldier replied.
"Great," Dearka said to Miriallia before pressing the button again.
He looked over at the clock that now showed 2:30 am. It was less than an hour from the time his assault mission on the EAF was going to begin. He pressed the button.
"Gather the troops in the briefing room. I'll be there in a minute," Dearka ordered.
"Yes Sir!" the soldier replied behind the door.
Miriallia raised an eyebrow at him.
"What?" he asked her.
"A MINUTE," she cried in anger.
"Don't you dare start with me," he said.
He began to move off her when she pulled him back earning a small moan from him.
"The Earth Forces aren't going to get that far, so if you want me, you have to take me now Dearka Elsman," she warned.
He didn't have time to argue with her and truthfully he wanted her that badly. He moved in again and made his move, but this time it wasn't as romantic as it had been. It was now more for the final satisfactions they were both craving.
"Shall we try this again?" he asked with a smirk.
"Uh huh," was all she could get out from the sensations rocking her body.
Within moments, he heard her call out again.
"Oh Dearka!" she cried out.
He remained still with his arms around her.
"Well, it seems I learned something new about you," he smirked.
"Huh?" she asked breathlessly.
A fact had been brought to her attention that even she had been unaware of until that moment. Miriallia continued to catch her breath as Dearka moved his head into the crook of her neck. She felt his warm breath on her and smiled.
"I wish this moment didn't have to end," she said.
He looked at her without moving his head from its' spot.
"Me too," he replied.
He closed his eyes and breathed a heavy sigh before pushing himself up. He leaned over to her again and kissed her softly.
"I love you," he said to her.
She blinked affectionately at him and the smiled on her face widened.
"If you love me so much, choose me," she said.
She had completely turned the tables on him. He realized she had expected him to say that he loved her, after they were just together. But he hadn't expected her not to say it back and to use the situation to her advantage. Although, he longed to hear those words uttered from her sweet lips.
"She is definitely a clever woman," he thought.
"Fine, I choose you. But, there are still things I have to work out. Are you satisfied with that at least?" he asked.
"Yes, in more ways than one," she winked at him.
He got up and grabbed his clothes, moving to the shower room. She watched him retreat and sighed with exuberance.
"That was the best that I have ever had and I definitely intend to feel that way again with you Dearka," Miriallia thought.
She closed her eyes and began to drift to sleep. Within a few minutes Dearka emerged from the shower room dressed in his military ensemble and walked over to her sleeping form. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead. She moaned slightly from the touch and her eyes fluttered open.
"Trying to sneak out again like you did two years ago?" she asked sarcastically.
"I didn't sneak out on you two years ago. I just didn't want to disturb you that day. You were adorable," he answered with a smile.
"Yeah, well, that wasn't the way it looked from my side," she scolded him.
He was about to defend his actions again before she pushed him away with her hand.
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" she asked trying to get him moving.
"Yeah, I know," he said moving towards the door.
"We can discuss it after," she informed him.
He turned around and smiled at her again. He couldn't believe what they had just done.
"Okay," he answered.
"Hey Dearka?" she called him back.
He looked at her again.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I love you too. I never stopped," she replied to his earlier declaration to her.
He closed his eyes for a moment as an unexplainable feeling enveloped him. When he opened them again, he saw her put her head back on the pillow and begin to close her own eyes.
"You know," she started.
Dearka turned again to see her with her eyes still closed.
"I'm really sorry that I did that to you," she said.
"Did what?" he asked afraid she was speaking of the most amazing experience of his life.
"My original intention was to help you get some rest, but instead, I may have exhausted you more," she smiled with eyes closed.
He walked back over to her and gave her a kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment. She watched him reach up to the end table and hit a button.
"I forgot about that," she said smiling.
"Good thing you said that to me or I may have forgotten too. Wouldn't want you to scare yourself," he said as his hand moved from the alarm she had set not too long ago.
As he moved back to the exit, Miriallia closed her eyes again and drifted to sleep. Dearka opened the door to the room and made his way toward the briefing room to submit his orders.
Miriallia had a strange way of making him feel different than any other woman could, like he was complete. He smirked to himself at how she seduced him without him even noticing. He passed the laundry and tossed Miriallia's clothes into his room basket. They would be delivered by the next morning and if the mission was successful tonight, she would need them back.
As he reached the briefing room, he made sure his jacket was straight before entering. He moved in and saw everyone, including Ian, ready for the orders for the mission. He tossed the papers down on the table and began briefing the team.
In Dearka's room…
Miriallia had slept soundly as time flew by. Dearka still hadn't returned yet and she slowly began to wake up.
"What time is it?" she questioned herself.
The clock read 5:30 am and she rubbed her eyes.
"Where is Dearka?" she asked looking around the room.
He wasn't back yet. Everything looked as it had when she closed her eyes earlier that morning.
"What is he doing? He isn't going to have any energy left at this rate," she stated still speaking to herself.
She was about to stand up to go look for him when something hit her.
"That's right, I don't have my clothes and I doubt he would appreciate it if I walked around his base in his t-shirt and my underwear. Guess I just have to wait until he comes back. Maybe my clothes will be with him minus the dirt they picked up," she thought.
She put her head back down on the pillow and sighed at her boredom without his presence. Dearka definitely had a way of making her life interesting.
"At least when this mission is over, we can focus on finding Annabella," she thought.
End
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