Act 2: After Midnight
Hastening his steps, Athrun found her standing by the fence, her attention fixated on the Z-Gok Gundam. Approaching her with concern, he gently inquired, "What are you doing here, Cagalli?"
Without tearing her gaze away from the Z'Gok, Cagalli responded, "Just admiring the design of the Z'Gok. The ZAFT military design was superb, combining aquatic and land-based battle."
Turning to face him, she added, "I was beginning to think you didn't get the message."
"Later?" He walked towards her. "That was very ambiguous, Chief Rep," Athrun teased.
Cagalli did not react. "Mind taking me to the cockpit?" she asked, approaching him.
"Why the sudden interest in going there?"
"I'm tired of waiting for you. I wanted to sit," Cagalli answered.
"Well, okay. I mean, your wish is my command, Chief Rep."
"Hey, stop calling me that," Cagalli said, playfully punching him. Coming face to face, she placed her left hand on his chest lingering for a moment before whispering in his ear, "I would like to have a VIP seat."
Athrun blushed a bit but managed to maintain his calmness. "Sure," he said, pressing some buttons, and the lift going into the cockpit descended. "Shall we?" he asked, holding the rope, and extending his hand. Cagalli took his hand and then the lift ascended to the cockpit.
As they rose in the lift, Athrun couldn't shake the mix of excitement and uncertainty. Was it the alcohol or Cagalli's subtle cues? Or perhaps just his overthinking mind. After all, Cagalli had acknowledged him in front of Orb citizens. Nevertheless, he kept his composure as they reached the cockpit.
Guiding Cagalli to the pilot seat, Athrun positioned himself opposite, leaning casually against the controls. The descending lift hummed softly around them, its gentle rhythm contrasting with their conversation.
Cagalli leaned in closer, her gaze steady and penetrating. Athrun felt a surge of vulnerability wash over him as their eyes met.
"How are you?" Cagalli's voice was gentle yet probing, her concern evident in every word.
Athrun hesitated, grappling with the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. "What do you mean?" he replied, his tone guarded as he struggled to articulate his inner turmoil.
"You don't need to hide anything from me," Cagalli reassured him, her sincerity cutting through the tension that hung in the air.
He contemplated. In the end, he chose not to share his insecurities with her. After all, he had decided to support her in her battles. He couldn't afford to waver now. There would be plenty to deal with after the battle, and Cagalli didn't need his insecurities on her plate at the moment. Struggling to find the right words, he blurted out, "About the battle with Shura, I-"
Cagalli let out a sigh, recognizing his struggle. She knew he was handling things between them as best as he could. She didn't want to push further, understanding his feelings. When she had decided to give their love a chance, she had promised herself she'd make it work and wouldn't make the mistake of letting him go again. "I'm not even asking about him, but since it's the first thing that popped into your mind, spill," she said, deftly navigating the controls on his dashboard to access recordings from the cockpit.
As Cagalli replayed the battle from space, Athrun found himself at a loss for words. It felt like he had placed himself on the wrong side of things, unable to tell her about the lewd thoughts he had about her, especially not in the heat of battle.
"What were you talking with Shura during the fight ?" she probed, her eyes fixed on the recording. "I can hear him screaming here," she pointed out, "and you seemed to be smirking here," she continued, her scrutiny unyielding.
Athrun's cheeks flushed crimson as he struggled to form a coherent response. "Er-," he stammered, his discomfort evident.
Cagalli studied him intently, her gaze piercing through his defenses. "I think I have an idea what's going on in your mind," she remarked, her tone a mix of amusement and understanding.
Athrun felt his nervousness intensify, feeling like a child caught in mischief, unsure of how to react or what to say to change the subject. Before he could muster a reply, Cagalli stood, wrapped her hands around his neck, and leaned in to silence him with a kiss.
Athrun's initial surprise melted into a tender smile. "Stop teasing me, Cagalli," he gently chided. "You know how much I missed you."
Cagalli's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with affection as she nestled closer to Athrun. "Did you?" she countered, her voice laced with playful sincerity. "I don't know, but I had a feeling you were thinking of me when you battled with Shura. I saw it in the recordings. First, you closed your eyes, then I heard his scream, and then it looked like you were smirking. You know, the kind that you make when you're in the mood for mischief."
Athrun smiled mischievously. It seemed he was not the only one who could discern the thoughts of the other just by observing. Returning her embrace, Athrun held her as if unwilling to let go, his arms forming a comforting cocoon around her. With a soft caress, he traced the contours of Cagalli's face, his touch reverent yet affectionate. "I was found out," he said, gazing at her lovingly.
Cagalli couldn't help but smirk at his compliment. "Aren't you tired of staring at me?"
"Never," Athrun replied without hesitation, his expression softening. "How I longed to hold you like this," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, betraying the depth of his emotions.
As Cagalli studied Athrun, she couldn't help but admire his striking features. The challenges they had faced together seemed to have only enhanced his appeal, accentuating his charm and highlighting the strength in his demeanour. His emerald eyes sparkled with a depth that mirrored the experiences they had shared, while his azure hair framed his face in a captivating contrast.
Despite the gravity of their past trials, there was a playful glint in Cagalli's eyes as she took in Athrun's appearance. His physique, honed by years of training and battles, spoke of resilience and determination. And yet, there was a softness in his expression, a warmth that exhibited the hardships they had endured. Cagalli found herself drawn to Athrun's presence once again, comforted by the familiarity of his company. Then Cagalli felt something hard protruding from Athrun's intimate areas. That escalated quickly. She couldn't help but smirk at his sudden arousal. With a playful chuckle, she reached down and stroked it, causing Athrun to tremble. His entire being was now fully awake, alert and aroused. Cagalli continued her teasing, her hand slipping into his pants to stroke him once more. "This one can't wait, can it?' She teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"You are the only person who can affect me like this, Cagalli," Athrun whispered in response, his voice laced with lust as he surrendered to the pleasure flowing through him. Cagalli withdrew her hand and began to unbuckle his trousers. She couldn't unbuckle his belt so she started to grin, "Who designed our uniforms anyway?" she remarked. Athrun smiled at Cagalli's playful remark, "Take your time, Chief Rep."
"I told you to stop calling me that," she replied, finally managing to unhook the belt. His boxers were a little wet from his pre-ejaculation. Seeing this, she couldn't resist touching him, causing him to moan in pleasure. She slid down his trousers, removed his shoes and finally his socks. Cagalli began to kiss the inside of his legs, sending waves of pleasure through his body. The foreplay was exquisite, each touch and kiss heightening his senses as he surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment.
Anticipating what was to come, Athrun attempted to voice his hesitation, mindful of the fact that Cagalli had never attempted oral sex before. "Cagalli, you don't have to do this," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. But before he could finish his protest, Cagalli boldly removed his boxers, silencing him with a commanding gesture. "Shut up," her authoritative tone sent a shiver down his spine as it ignited a deeper desire within him. Caught between obedience and longing, he replied with a playful yet yearning tone, "Yes-," succumbing to the intoxicating allure of her dominance. As Cagalli's kisses, licks and sucking trailed from his thigh to the apex of his desire, Athrun surrendered to waves of pleasure, his moans echoing in the intimate space. Her tongue continues to lick him. He had to steady himself as she drew him deeper into ecstasy, her movements consuming him. In his fervour, Athrun activated some controls, changing the monitor to show the serene beauty of the star-studded evening sky. Because of this, Cagalli got distracted, halting her actions as she fixed her gaze on the monitor. "I remember the view from space when we first kissed," she reminisced.
Unable to contain his frenzy, Athrun interjected eagerly. "Yes, that's true, but... don't leave me hanging..." he implored, his hands tracing the curves of her body with an undeniable hunger. Athrun pulled Cagalli on his lap and caressed her skin with tender reverence. Cagalli felt a rush of warmth flood her body, igniting a fierce desire within her. With each gentle touch, he seemed to awaken every nerve ending, leaving her yearning for more.
Cagalli's eyes sparkled with mischief. "My knight," she licked his ears and kissed his neck She munched on him, leaving marks around him, claiming him. With each wild caress, she seemed to erase the weight of the world. As she fixed the collar of his Orb uniform, her fingers lingering over his skin, "It looks good on you, you know, this uniform. But now, I would like to see you naked completely," she whispered.
"Hmm," replied Athrun, a smile playing on his lips. Cagalli unbuttoned his clothes as Athrun's heart raced with anticipation. She gently removed his uniform and slid her hands inside his shirt, touching his chest and rubbing his nipple. Her hands continued to explore until they reached the stone pendant, a thing very familiar to her - the Haumea stone, a silent witness to their story. She traced the outline of the pendant with her fingertips briefly then, she started to remove his green turtleneck.
He stood naked, his body exposed and vulnerable to Cagalli's gaze. "No fair, you're still wearing your uniform," he remarked, a hint of playful protest in his voice.
"Then shall I take it off?" Cagalli replied, her tone teasing. Athrun was turned on by the suggestion. "No, let me," he responded eagerly.
He slid her uniform from her shoulders as he caressed her with kisses on the neck. Her skin felt so warm, felt so good to the touch. Cagalli jerked as his kiss landed on her shoulder. The uniform slid down and fell gently on the floor, leaving Cagalli's red sleeves still on.
As his fingers traced the contours of her body, his fingers found the ring adorning her neck, a symbol of their enduring bond, Athrun planted a soft kiss on it, a gesture filled with unspoken affection and understanding. At that moment, as their eyes met and shared a silent exchange, Cagalli felt an overwhelming surge of emotion wash over her. All these years, through every trial and tribulation, she had kept the ring close to her heart, a tangible reminder of them and the promises they had made to each other. In each other's gaze, they found solace and strength, a reassurance that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.
He caressed her chest, the fabric of the sleeves softly rubbing against her breasts underneath her bra. Athrun proceeded to remove the shirt, revealing her exposed skin to his eager lips. Cagalli felt a rush of anticipation course through her veins, her breath hitching in her throat as Athrun's lips descended upon her exposed skin. He found it difficult to unhook her bra. "What's with these clothes?" he chuckled, his fingers fumbling with the fabric.
Perhaps their excitement had caused a bit of clumsiness, but soon enough, the garment fell away, freeing her breasts from their confinement. He caressed her breasts, one after the other, his touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Each kiss elicited a soft, involuntary moan from Cagalli's lips, her senses ablaze with eagerness.
It felt like a long-awaited reunion, a culmination of their pent-up feelings, so gentle that their bodies reacted to even the slightest touch.
He proceeded to remove her trousers, and then an idea sparked in his mind. Nervously, he asked, "Can I tie you?" Athrun's voice trembled with uncertainty, echoing his hesitation.
Cagalli scrutinized him, her gaze probing. "What's on your mind, Athrun Zala?" she inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity.
Athrun's expression shifted with the mention of his last name, a sign that he might have made a serious error. He averted his gaze, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, resembling a pouting child caught in mischief. Cagalli's smile softened, recognizing his discomfort. "Okay, okay," she relented, "Just the hands, then. Deal?" Athrun nodded eagerly, relieved by Cagalli's consent. He removed her trousers, shoes and socks. Gently, he took the belt that he hung from his shoulder and bound her wrists together, making sure it was snug but not too tight. Cagalli watched him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, her eyes dancing with affection as she observed his focused expression.
As he finished securing her hands, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The anticipation of exploring new territories with her ignited a burning passion within him. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he reached for Cagalli's discarded red turtleneck. "What is it this time?" Cagalli asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Athrun grinned, his cheeks flushing slightly at her inquiry. "You'll see," he replied, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. With a swift motion, he used the red turtleneck to blindfold her. Then he lifted her and carefully positioned her in the pilot seat, securing her hands on top of the chair with his belt. With deliberate movements, he continued his advances.
His hands trailed her well-toned body, "You are so beautiful, Cagalli," he could not help himself and started planting kisses from her midriff to her panty. "Seems like you are all wet here." Cagalli could do nothing but let her body react to Athrun's gentle, yet mostly wild kisses and touches.
Amidst her moans of pleasure, Cagalli expressed her desire to reciprocate. "I want to kiss you too," she murmured. Athrun's response was a teasing whisper, laden with anticipation. "Later, my princess," he replied teasingly.
"Can you... untie me... or... remove this.. blindfold?" Cagalli whispered, her voice mingled with soft moans.
"Sorry, Commander, this Lieutenant is not following orders tonight," he replied with a teasing grin. With a gentle touch, he slid her panties off. Then, without hesitation, he began to pleasure her with his tongue, igniting a fire of desire in Cagalli that threatened to devour her. Her body responded passionately to his touch, every lick sending waves of pleasure streaming through her. She writhed against the restraints, her hips bucking in rhythm with his movements. He slid his fingers, caressing her, finding her G-spot. She let out a moan as his fingers slowly penetrated her, sending shivers all over her body. She wanted more, more of him. She wanted his entire being inside her. She could feel how wet she was, her body craving him just as much as he craved her. She tried to shake off the belt, desperately wanting to reciprocate.
Her efforts were not in vain as she managed to slip out of the knot. Before Athrun could make another move, she pushed him onto the controls with a soft thud. With Athrun sitting on the controls, Cagalli grasped his manhood, teasing him with her touch before edging herself onto him, lifting one leg and adjusting accordingly. Her soft moans accentuated her movements.
Initially taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, Athrun found himself immersed in the moment, briefly recalling their first encounter on the island. He had once pinned her down, but now she had reversed the roles. "Cagalli..." His voice trailed off. He let Cagalli control the moment as she pleasured herself. He started moaning as Cagalli started pounding on him. He touched her breasts and buttocks lustfully.
Then Athrun scooped her up, turning the night into a game of domination, where each sought to outmaneuver the other, combining gentleness with attempts to control the direction of pleasure. Cagalli, taken aback but determined, entangled her legs around his waist for support. They returned to the pilot seat. "Let's do another position," he said. Athrun leaned down, giving Cagalli space to take charge. With a smile exchanged between them, she found her rhythm once more and began to move with increasing intensity, pounding on him with unrestrained passion. While Cagalli was humping him, he cupped her breasts. Cagalli responded with increased rhythm and passionate moans. In his eagerness, Athrun accidentally pinched her nipple, causing Cagalli to gasp in surprise. "Oops, sorry," he apologized softly before tenderly kissing the sensitive spot. As they continued, Cagalli's movements unintentionally brushed against the controls, activating the Z'Gok's operation system.
A brief surprise washed over them as lights flickered to life around them, casting a warm glow across the cockpit. The displays came to life with a series of beeps and whirs, their vivid holographic projections dancing before their eyes. Each illuminated readout provided crucial information, painting a picture of the battlefield awaiting them.
This scene strikes a familiar chord with Athrun, who has piloted several Gundams throughout his life. Yet, what unfolds carries a unique intensity in this moment. His heart pounded in his chest, its rhythmic beat echoing like a war drum heralding impending conflict.
Cagalli kissed him fervently, their tongues entwining and teasing each other with a playful dance. They reluctantly parted when their breath ran short. "Pinot Noir," she murmured between breaths, her attention to detail impressing him even in the heat of their intimacy.
"It's my turn now," he whispered huskily, gently guiding her as they traded places in the pilot seat. His hands caressed her breasts tenderly, their bodies still connected as they moved together, building a rising crescendo of pleasure. One of his hands found support on a lever as they continued to grind against each other, lost in the throes of desire. He closed his eyes, savouring her warmth, feeling the pleasure coursing through his veins, hardening his very manhood. They both quickened their pace, their movements becoming more urgent.
Despite the flashing screen reading "Launch. Launch. Launch." They paid no heed. The cockpit was filled with a cacophony of sounds, blending with their moans and the hum of the machinery, creating a melodic backdrop to their passionate encounter. Sweating bodies pressed against the pilot seat and controls, the air thick with the lingering scent of wine and semen. But in that moment, none of it mattered. Tonight, they were lost in their own universe of pleasure, leaving behind worries and cares for just a few precious hours. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, they surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment.
As they reached their climax in unison, their bodies pulsating with shared pleasure, their rhythm seamlessly synchronized with the readiness of the launch sequence. Amidst the chaos and bliss of their intimate union, they found solace in each other's arms.
A/N: The last act will be uploaded just before midnight tomorrow. RxR!
-Shadowclite
23.03.2024, Genf