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On with the chapter…..

“Against All Odds”

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They lay there, exhausted yet a childish smile engraved on their faces, sleeping in pure bliss, enjoying a brief moment together.

Nothing lasts.

A warm presence surrounding her body, it felt almost surreal. She felt herself floating into dreamland together with a familiar face. Daunting her, everything that happened last night replayed right in front of her very eyes. Tears escaped her eyes, cascading down her cheeks. Guilt swarmed all over her insides, eating her alive.

I hate you.

Her lazy eyes bolted open, finding herself nude, she tip-toed away from the bed in search for her clothes.

“He must have left…” Cagalli thought silently putting her underwear, wondering where Athrun is. Clasping her bra, she remembered her dream; it was all too bizarre or weird to put it, crawling on all fours, searching for her shirt under the bed.

Slipping it into her small frame, she thought about Ahmed. She was cheating on him. She knew he didn’t deserve it. Hell, she’s not up into breaking her soon-to-be marriage.

“I do care about Athrun…but does he…” shaking her thoughts aside, she zipped her shorts up and headed downstairs.

She’s going to make this whole silly affair work out, Somehow.

As if guilt wasn’t consuming her.

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She descended down the stairs finding Athrun reading the newspaper, his face all stern, not long did he felt her presence, his eyes meeting up with hers, the stern look gone but was replaced by a pair of soft eyes, looking straight to her aurora ones.

He hastily got up form the chair, enveloping her in his arms. Which earned him a blush and a hug in return from her, breaking the contact, Athrun pecked her on the cheek ushering her to the table.

She didn’t know where to start god knows, she might be looking like a moron.

“Ah….um….ah…..”

What a lousy start, asking her self what happened to her usual blabber mouth, she was now certainly tongue-tied. Unable to say anything without stammering and blushing, was he hot or what?

He found her rather, extremely cute and amusing, with that seemingly inerasable blush imprinted on her face. He softly chuckled.

The blonde girl didn’t fail to see it, raising her eyebrow, she questioned him.

“What are you laughing at!” she asked angrily pounding her fist on the table, instead an answer, he pulled her hand, directing her to him, as he crushed his lips to her, his tongue manifesting on every nook and cranny of her sweet, moist lips.

He wrenched his lips away from her, smacking her bottom, squeezing it a bit. Seeing her pink-cheeked and gagging for more, he wasted no time shoving the newspaper away from the desk, pinning her down on the table, Devouring her flesh, tasting her longing flavor.

Wanting her, needing her.

He slowly stripped off her clothes admiring every god given feature she has, she in turn did the same but stop halfway on her descent.

She gave him a playful smirk, easing herself out from him, walking towards the cabinet opening it, revealing a whip cream. Making her way back on the table, this time him beneath her, tearing his clothes off, the buttons snapping one by one….

Spraying whip cream all over his manly chest, licking it seductively, and bringing her mouth to sensitive area on his neck, nipping it softly, as he moaned inwardly. Yet her beautiful ministrations didn’t end there. She dragged his undergarments down, taking his angry manhood into her warm mouth, sucking on it hard, humming on it, The vibrations adding more pleasure to him, his juices and whip cream mixing together on her mouth creating a highly arousing taste.

He was moaning her name loudly; Cagalli tugged her lips away from his manhood and pounced on him, taking his lips in a wild, hungry, wet kiss.

Her time was over, it was now his turn to make her squirm, beg, and suffer in sweet agony. Interchanging their position, she was now under him. He parted her legs open and inserted two fingers on her tight sheath.

A turbulent rush of pleasure overcoming her senses, driving her to the brink of insanity, his fingers working magic inside her, restraining a cry for more, he moved in and out as she gripped the sides of the table, lost in sweet paradise.

He paused, taking the whip cream like the same manner she did, he sprayed all over her body, every inch of her corporeal frame covered in thick white foam.

“Are you ready?” he asked sexily, rolling her eyes, he took it as a yes. He lifted her arms and slowly licked the cream covering her hot skin, reaching her neck, sucking on it hard, leaving reddened spots.

She was concerned about what evidences they might leave but all this came crashing down the drain when he reached her panting chest, licking one of her supple bosoms, bringing another wave of ecstasy on her soaked body. He took one of the stiff tips unto him mouth, not leaving the other unattended, kneading it surprisingly. She pushed him nearer, moaning for more gratification.

His hand left one of her bosoms, he lifted her leg, licking the cream off, totally leaving her breasts, and his attention turned to the center of her pulsing womanhood, his mouth plagued over the erogenous, bulging zone, tasting her, skin to skin.

She felt him sleek, hot like inferno, everything’s temperature rising. It was now time to take her away form the world toward a never-ending world of pure bliss. God was he feeling the same. She shocked him, going into all fours, simply waiting for him.

He fixed himself nicely, thanking himself that he brought some lubrication. Noticing him taking so long, she grabbed it away from him, squeezing some on her hands; she slowly massaged his firm erection, her hands were magnificent.

After all the hiatus was over, she went back to her position, as he slowly entered her form behind. She mewed softly under him as he began to pump inside her, rock-hard, cutting her breath off. She screamed his name, her horny rants. He began to thrust in deeper, harder.

She was reaching her limit, her climax, she shrieked on its earnest together with him. They both came together, it was almost sweet. She collapsed on the table and so he did, careful not to crush her.

The two of them panting, he removed himself atop of her and moved sideways. Cagalli put a weak hand to his face, caressing it softly; he removed it from his face and started showering it with kisses, making her giggle.

“I love you, Cagalli….” He whispered tiredly, looking deep into her eyes.

It shocked her. All her doubts and fears subsided; he uttered the three words she longed to hear.

“I love you too…” She said, smiling simon-pure.

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He was awakened by a phone ringing, picking it up, he answered groggily.

“Hello…”

“Mr. Za Burrel, I have an important discovery!” for once, the detective’s voice didn’t sound sleepy but rejuvenated.

As if fates switch sides, for now, Rey was the one who’s tired, after a make-out session with Luna.

“What in the world are you thinking? Calling me this early, Jesus! This better be good…”

“I just found out that Zala is screwing that maid of hers…” the detective’s voice was laughing merrily.

Rey was astonished on how the Zala’s work ‘part-time’ “tell me more about this...” he demanded, his drowsiness replaced by excitement.

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“I’ve been calling her for days but the phone won’t answer, damn, I’m worried about her.” He said, punching the concrete wall.

“Relax, Ahmed, she’s probably busy or maybe they went out of town” Kira said, trying to assure his sisters fiancé.

He felt as if something was going behind his back, he trusts Cagalli, but his instincts won’t give it a rest. His mind was occupied with thoughts about her, her blonde hair, aurora eyes. God knows, he’s insanely lusting.

“I’ve made a decision Kira; I’m going to see her.”

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Miriallia Haww, the new-hired maid of the Asuka’s was happily watering the garden, watching strangers pass by.

Through numerous gossips, he found out that there was a new maid next, door hired by the Zala’s. It rang a bell into the ear of gossip mongers, for it said, that the man of the house was the son of Patrick Zala, handsome, high-profile and rich.

Well, whoever the girl was, she’s up to some serious beating against them.

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Luna was cradled softly in his arms, wishing the moment would never end,

“Only two more days after that all this is over…” Luna said, desperately trying to stop the tears from flowing.

He knew what had and will happen, but he’s not going to tell her, let her find out for herself, sound cruel, but she must. Things are more fun that way.

Rey just held her tighter, stroking her hair. Luna let go of all her emotions and wept silently.

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“Athrun! You little perv!” Cagalli shrieked, Athrun was chasing her around the house, wanting to screw her, again.

She hid behind the bathroom door, the only place where she could possibly hide. She peeked outside then...

“Gotcha!’ Athrun said, surprising her, opening the bathroom door completely, To face an angry Cagalli.

“You are horny bastard! Don’t you dare touch me!” Cagalli said angrily but a smile plastered on her face, defying the angry tone of her voice.

“You’ll be back in my bed in no time….I’m sure.” He moved closer to her and whispered on her ear. “You’re my aphrodisiac, you know?” he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to his body.

He opened the shower door and filled the bathtub with water, as he began to strip her slowly….

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A/n: it wasn’t supposed to be a lemon actually. Ehem I got a bit carried and away.

Sex on top of the table…not bad, XDDD I love Athrun being horny so if anyone’s going to complain, I’m sorry.

Expect in the later chaps. That there would be sex everywhere, well, everywhere is a BEDROOM. He-he XD.

Till next update!