Disclaimer: This will be my first Gundam Seed fan fic and I'm writing it to give Murrue Ramius and Mu La Flaga some time together before he gets killed by the main cannons of the Archangel's sister ship the Dominion. Lemon alert! Lemon alert!

Captain Ramius sighed at her desk in her quarters as the Archangel sat in the L4 colony along with the Eternal and the Kusanagi. She was exhausted from the months of fighting against Zaft and the Earth forces. Being declared renegade wasn't helping matters either. He mind was plagued with images of the last battle, seeing the partially demolished Strike being carried back to the Archangel by the Freedom. Hearing from Kira that Mu La Flaga had been injured, hear heart sank to her stomach at the news. She cared deeply for him ever since he kissed her on the bridge when the ship was in Orb.

"I thought I told you not to look so depressed, Murrue. If you're depressed then the crew get depressed and start thinking that we can't put an end to this war," Mu said from the door.

"Sorry. Everyone's just so busy with repair and resupplying the three ships I feel so useless," she replied slumping on her desk.

"Then I guess you need a little cheering up then," he said wickedly.

When she raised her head to give him a confused look, Mu swiftly applied his lips to hers before she could do anything. The man had a gift for leaving people speechless. As they parted for air Murrue noticed his sly mischievous smile and decided to take advantage of the situation, while they had the chance. Standing up from her desk Murrue slipped out of her Earth Forces uniform jacket, leaving her dressed in a simple white top and uniform skirt.

"Tell me Mr. La Flaga, how many women have you slept with since the war began?" she asked, removing her shirt showing off a small white tank top.

"Ever since the military I never known anyone long enough to become intimate with, so none. But I'd be glad to rectify that at any time," he replied, getting her hint.

"Then as your captain I order you to be intimate with me, Commander La Flaga," she purred pressing her body against his.

How could he resist an order like that. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her in to share a fiercely passionate. A muffled moan escaped her throat as she felt his tongue run along her bottom lip, begging entrance to her mouth which she readily gave. She stopped him from kissing a trail down her neck by pulling off his own Uniform jacket and running her hands over the shirt underneath. He did his best to suppress a hiss as she moved her hands lower to remove his belt to rest on the rather large bulge in his trousers.

"I really wish you'd stop teasing me, captain," he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Don't look so depressed, Commander," she replied pulling his zipper down, freeing his erection from its prison.

His penis was a good six and a half inches and fully erect. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft she slowly worked her hand back and forward, earning her small grunts of pleasure. Soon she placed her lips over his sensitive head before taking his entire length in her mouth making him gasp. He held her hair as she moved in ever quickening strokes, slurping her way back and forward over his head. The pressure was building in his penis as he started bucking his hips, encouraging her to pick up the pace. He felt his penis tense and started to cum, he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her beautiful face and neck.

"That was amazing," Mu sighed slumping against the desk. "please tell me it's not over,"

"Not by a long shot, Commander," Murrue affirmed, wiping the rest of the cum off her face with a finger and sticking it in her mouth. "You taste good by the way,"

Slowly and seductively Murrue slid her hands down her sides and over her breasts encased in that loose tank top. Reaching under her skirt she pulled her pantyhose off taking her shoes with them. Turning her back to the commander she yanked down the zipper on her skirt and slowly pulled in off leaving her in nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and tank top.

"Why are you just standing there, Commander? Don't you want me any more?" she pouted playfully, slipping her panties all the way down to her ankles. "Or do you just like to watch?"

"If you insist, Captain," Mu replied cockily, stripping down butt naked. "Just so we're not interrupted I've locked the door,"

Grabbing Murrue around the waist he pulled her back to her desk where he pushed her down on her stomach, she shivered when her sensitive nipples touched the cold desktop. Spreading her butt cheeks open Mu slid his rejuvenated member into her glistening slit. She gasped loudly as he began thrusting in and out of her at a rapid pace, keeping her pinned against her desk. She had wanted a little more intimacy before they got to having sex, but this more dominate side of the commander was worth exploring.

Disclaimer: If this chapter is too short I'm sorry, writer's block is a pain in the ass. And if you want Mu to stick it up Murrue's ass you have to review first.