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Contains: LOTS of Lime, Introspection, angst, spoilers for Gundam Seed episodes 40+. Rated R.

Ramius In Pieces
II. Heart
By Meiya Mie

Murrue liked Muu. She wouldn’t have kissed him back if she didn’t.

Then what? Shouldn’t they bide for time to figure themselves out?

“Why wait when it could all be over in the next hour?” Muu answered. As alarms sounded out by the hour, she had to admit he was right.

They ‘made’ their relationship in weeks. If the old pilot stories were true, her and Muu’s ‘desecration’ of certain parts of the ship invited ill luck on board.

“Isn’t it selfish?” She managed to ask Muu, between gasps and right before he’d hiked up her skirt and dragged her underwear to her ankles. This was how they usually loved, quick and fast against the wall of an empty deck, racing against impending and inevitable trouble. “Aren’t we putting them at risk?”

“They learn to look after themselves.” Muu licked at her, enticing a soft moan. “And, I’m not superstitious.”

As if to prove it, he brought her to check on the Strike Gundam one evening. Murrue realized he needed a different kind of check- up only after he shut the door and locked the controls. What he meant for her to examine was hot and hard, and pressed against her thighs. “The cockpit is supposed to be a sacred spaces.” Murrue reminded him. He kissed her, and the last of her coherency away. “So we’ll worship it the best way we can.” He whispered.

The repair crew wondered if it was just the gremlins that made the gundam creak, and if they only imagined a woman’s pleasured shrieks.

Muu was right. The kids could handle themselves. It could all end in an hour, or a week, More, if they were lucky. Not that he believed in luck.

Not that Murrue was wrong, they could use all the luck they could get. Maybe it would have done them, especially her, better if they waited. She wished he left her wanting to end the wait, instead of having driven it away...

In the end, Murrue had no one to wait for.

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