True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.
-Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Insane Lust

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Athrun grabbed her fleeting hand in a quick motion. “Why Cagalli! We can still fight this together… What of you scared of!” he asked, his voice trembled.

Cagalli gave him a faint smile. “Cause you might not catch me.”

She ended their discussion. He let go of her hand, she left.

The tears threatening to break like a dam now burst; Tears fell from her eyes once more.

He was never sure of his feelings.

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She has been a living, breathing dummy. She cried most of the day. Eyes were puffy and swollen; Miriallia suggested putting cold tea bags unto her eyes to lessen it. It was that bad.

Athrun noticed her too, her normal petite body, no doubt shrunk in size. He was bothered by this, but was uncertain to help. He might crush her sensitive feelings more.

Alright, conscience called.

Athrun decided to perform his ‘attack’ after dinner, sitting on the dining chair, just across from her felt surprisingly empty.

She stood up, clearing the plates. He was thinking of helping, but with that look on her face, it would be death to even try.

He started to leave, until he saw her tired eyes looking up to him. She was pouting. He was wide-eyed, confused to no extent.

He went nearer. She stayed on her place.

He took step one.

She took step two.

It was in harmony.

Steps became faster. They were running.

She collapsed into his arms, crying.

Two souls, hungry for passion, love.

He wrapped his comforting arms around her frame. He buried his nose into the crevice of her neck, his hands, massively moving through her body, savoring her delicious curves.

“You…Freak. Make love to… to me… I’m begging you…” her voice croaked, shook. She was nonetheless scared. He can see it.

He obliged. He missed her.

And it was all it took.

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She woke up first, leaving him covered in white sheets. The faucet creaked at her sudden twisting. The cold water hit her palms; she needed time to think things through.

She lathered up her hands, the whole mass of bubbles covering her hands. She stroked her face in perfect circular motion, seeking through the supple skin on her face.

Athrun came a few seconds later. He liked the mere display of vanity he was seeing. Cagalli was a woman, and she has her needs. He knew that.

His arms came about her petite waist, her figure stiffened. He gave a single kiss on her neck. She immediately knew it was him. She had no doubts.

“Pass me the towel…” she requested. His hands grasp the baby pink towel, as he rubbed of the residue of water on her face by himself. He enjoyed doing things for her.

She smiled at his actions. Planting an innocent kiss on her left cheek, a tug and pull, her robes were open. She was smiling at her debauchery. And he couldn’t do anything about it.

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The water dressed them as one, naked, but never shivering. They were filled with warmth.

“Athrun…Let’s talk. We barely do that.” She suggested, snuggling closer on him. The bathtub fitted more than two people, it was not a problem.

Underwater his hands were caressing her breasts, stroking it just right. “What do you wanna talk about?” he asked.

“Us…”

“Alright.” he complied. Agreeing on whatever she wanted was not that hard at all.

There was a budding pressure between her inner thighs, but she decided to ignore it for the sake of talking.

“Do you love me? I mean more than what is intended?” she asked, looking at him with a piercing questioning gaze, his answer could break her in an instant.

He sighed. “You don’t know how much I wish I could.” That was it.

She understood that of course. “What’s going to happen to us then?” she questioned him more. It bugged him.

His hands ran on her taut belly, “You are Via’s daughter. She’s a bona fide fashion designer. And you’re her daughter. I guess we have to fake our way into this. I don’t want, with all honesty, to end whatever I am having with you right now.” hands down. He laid his cards on the table.

She thought for a second. “I don’t want mama to go under chemo.” She insisted, changing the subject. It was a decision that needs to be made.

“We have too. She needs to have a life, this can save her.” he was talking practically, though the sight of his mother being exposed to intense radiation that would destroy her immortal beauty, rattles him.

She was starting to wail. “Doesn’t she have enough life with me! I have done enough to make her happy, is this all…not enough!” tears were starting to well up in her eyes. She was about to cry.

He soothed her. “Hush now, we’ll talk about this tomorrow.” He hugged her close to him, kissing the crevice of her neck.

Her tears exploded like a dam, all he did was soothe and comfort her troubled soul.

For there is always tomorrow for the two of them.

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“Want some sugar on your tea?” Cagalli asked her mama, they were having tea on their gazebo. Athrun was with them, he was enjoying.

Via smiled. “No thanks honey. Mama is on a strict diet.” She reminded her.

Cagalli nodded in resignation. “Whatever you say mama.” She sipped on her tea, her eyes meeting Athrun’s, he smiled.

Via noticed a strange bond between the two, the way they exchange glances was something worth catching.

“Spill the beans Athrun. What’s the catch in you and my daughter?”

“Ehh?” he was caught off guard, she was suddenly bombarding him with questions.

Athrun finally understood what she meant. “I love her. It’s wrong, but I just do.” He said with courage, holding her hand beneath the table with a white table cloth draped over it.

She smiled.

But there’s always trouble in paradise.

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“SIS!” Meyrin was gleeful alright, she got her hair in a new chin length cut today, and it looked absolutely magnificent on her.

Luna turned around, she matured over the past years, and her body was perfectly sculpted, her short hair now cascading down her shoulders.

“You seem happy.” She observed, fixing the skirt that she was wearing.

Meyrin flashed a toothy grin. “Guess what?” her face was incandescent.

“What?”

She pranced and danced around. “Our parents gave me a Porsche!” she squealed.

Luna rolled her eyes. She loved her sister; she was childish yet undeniably lovable. “Mind taking your hot new wheels for a spin?”

The magenta haired girl nodded in delight. The keys dangled and clanged, taking a bow, “Do the honors, dearest sister.” She requested.

Luna chuckled happily, taking the cold key from her hands; she opened the door and hopped in.

“Wow. This is really comfy and roomy, if I may add.” She remarked, running her hands on the seat covers.

And that drive would change the course of her life.

Sadly, no one knew.

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“Athrun, Come back here, big boy!” she was sprawled on the bed; her body was glistening with sweat.

Athrun went inside their room, landing atop of her, kissing her forcefully.

They loved playing; moans and chuckles filled the room.

A notice enough, a baby is conceived.

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“So what do you want?” he asked.

“Fried eggs, some bacon, and a big chunk of that cake. And oh some muffins! And hot fudge sundae for dessert!”

Athrun was marveled at her appetite. She’s been eating like a construction worker, sad to say, he hated on the inevitable fact that she might lose her figure.

He felt her forehead “Do you think, you’re pregnant?” they have been having unprotected sex for quite a while now. Yes, he insisted.

Cagalli pouted. “I guess I am. Period hasn’t showing herself.” She said melancholy.

He hugged her tight. “No need to be sad, but we’re in a lot of trouble. The press will be all over us.” He theorized.

“I want my muffins.” She mumbled. She ought to switch the mood.

“Comin’ right up.”

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A/n: I may not update for a while, sadly, i have some health problems that i do not know what yet. But i'll try, thank god for wireless connections.

Just because she's pregnant doesn't mean a happy ever after.

I am making them suffer. And i am not joking.

Till the next update!

--MaRiE