Lunamaria Hawke | Mobile Suit Gundam Seed Destiny

The humid summer air of the orbital station clung to Lunamaria Hawke like a second skin, a stark contrast to the sterile, climate-controlled environments she was accustomed to. A rare day off, a precious sliver of peace amidst the constant hum of war and duty, had led her to the station's recreational sector, a surprisingly lush and tropical-themed biodome. She'd opted for a simple, brightly colored bikini, the kind that felt daringly informal for her usual demeanor. The fabric, a vibrant shade of turquoise, barely covered her, accentuating the curves she usually kept hidden beneath her uniform. She felt a flush creep up her neck, a familiar sensation whenever she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability. The gentle, artificial breeze rustled the palm fronds, and the scent of exotic flowers, a strange comfort, filled her lungs. She sat on a pristine white lounger, the sun-warmed cushions a pleasant invitation, her eyes tracing the playful patterns of light filtering through the canopy. Her thoughts, however, drifted away from the idyllic scenery, settling on a particular image: the confident, almost swaggering smile of a certain pilot. Athrun Zala.

It had been weeks since she'd truly spoken to him, weeks filled with skirmishes and strategic briefings, where the closest she got to him was a nod across a crowded mess hall or a curt report delivered over comms. Yet, the memory of their brief, intense conversations, the shared glances that spoke volumes, had taken root in her mind. There was a maturity about him, a quiet strength that both intimidated and captivated her. And tonight, he had surprised her with an invitation, not for a debrief or a strategy session, but for… this. A walk through the biodome, a chance to simply exist together, away from the weight of their responsibilities. She smoothed down the fabric of her bikini, a nervous flutter in her stomach. She’d chosen this outfit partly for the comfort, but a significant part of her hoped it would also catch his eye. She imagined him seeing her, really seeing her, stripped of her pilot’s uniform, vulnerable and radiant. The thought sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

As if summoned by her thoughts, a shadow fell across her, and she looked up. Athrun stood there, his usual stoic expression softened by a genuine smile. He was dressed in casual attire – a loose-fitting dark shirt and comfortable trousers – a rare sight that made him look even more handsome, more approachable. He held a small bouquet of iridescent flowers, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Lunamaria,” he said, his voice a low, melodic rumble that resonated deep within her. “I’m glad you could make it. I thought these might suit the atmosphere.” He offered her the flowers, their delicate fragrance mingling with the scent of the biodome.

She accepted them, her fingers brushing against his. The brief touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. “Athrun… they’re beautiful. Thank you.” Her voice was a little breathy, and she hated herself for sounding so flustered. She stood, her legs feeling a little unsteady, and gestured to the lounger beside her. “Please, sit.”

He sat, and for a moment, they were silent, simply enjoying the shared space. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken anticipation. Lunamaria stole glances at him, observing the way the light caught the planes of his face, the slight furrow of his brow as he gazed at the surrounding flora. She found herself captivated by the curve of his jaw, the way his lips parted slightly when he breathed. She wanted to reach out, to trace the line of his cheekbone, to feel the warmth of his skin.

“It’s… peaceful here,” Athrun finally said, his gaze meeting hers. There was a knowing glint in his eyes, a hint of amusement at her obvious nervousness. “A welcome change from the battlefield.”

“Yes, very much so,” Lunamaria replied, her voice steadier now. She managed a small smile. “I’m glad you suggested it. I wouldn’t have… thought of coming here on my own.”

“I had a feeling,” he said, his smile widening. He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve noticed you, Lunamaria. You carry a lot on your shoulders. I thought you might appreciate some respite.”

Her heart pounded against her ribs. He noticed her? Not just as a comrade, but as a woman? The thought was exhilarating. She looked down at the flowers in her lap, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within her. “I… I do. Thank you, Athrun. It means a lot.”

He reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. His touch was feather-light, yet it ignited a firestorm within her. Her breath hitched. “Lunamaria…” he murmured, his eyes searching hers. “You look… radiant tonight.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She could feel his gaze lingering on her exposed skin, on the swell of her breasts, the delicate line of her collarbone. She dared to meet his eyes, her own filled with a mixture of shyness and burgeoning desire. The romantic tension had reached a precipice, and she knew, with a certainty that thrilled her, that it was about to shatter.

“Athrun…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She wanted to say more, to confess the feelings that had been building for so long, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she simply leaned into his touch, her body instinctively seeking his proximity. He traced the curve of her earlobe with his thumb, his touch sending a wave of pleasure through her. His eyes darkened, a raw hunger igniting within them. He leaned in closer, their breaths mingling. The scent of his cologne, subtle yet intoxicating, filled her senses. He was so close, she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She closed her eyes, anticipating his kiss, her lips parting slightly in invitation.

His lips met hers, not with a sudden urgency, but with a deep, lingering tenderness that stole her breath away. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of months of suppressed longing. Her hands instinctively went to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring hers with a slow, deliberate passion. Lunamaria responded eagerly, her body trembling with a desire that had been simmering for far too long. The sounds of the biodome faded into a distant hum as they lost themselves in each other. His hand moved from her face, down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone, his touch growing bolder, more intimate. He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin as he broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with an emotion she recognized all too well: pure, unadulterated lust.

“Lunamaria,” he breathed, his voice husky. “I… I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her heart swelled. “Me too, Athrun. So long.” She reached for the hem of his shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly with the fabric. He helped her, pulling it over his head and revealing a toned, muscular chest. She traced the lines of his pectorals, marveling at his physique. He was even more breathtaking up close, his skin smooth and warm beneath her touch.

He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her bikini-clad stomach, a powerful testament to his arousal. A gasp escaped her lips as his hand slid lower, caressing the swell of her hip, then moving to the curve of her thigh. His fingers brushed against the thin fabric of her bikini bottom, sending tremors of pleasure through her. He looked at her, his gaze intense, asking for permission without a single word. Lunamaria gave a small, breathless nod, her eyes never leaving his.

With deliberate slowness, Athrun’s fingers slid beneath the elastic of her bikini bottom, tracing the delicate curve of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched as he brushed against her pubic hair, his touch sending waves of heat through her. He continued his ministrations, his fingers finding their way to her clitoris, teasing and stroking it with a gentle, knowing pressure. Lunamaria moaned, arching into his touch, her hips involuntarily swaying. The sensations were overwhelming, exquisite. She felt herself on the verge of release, her body consumed by a pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

“Athrun…” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Please…”

He understood. With a soft murmur, he eased her bikini bottom down her legs, letting it pool around her ankles. She was fully exposed to him now, her naked body bathed in the soft, dappled light of the biodome. She felt a flush of embarrassment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming thrill of his gaze upon her. He looked at her with an adoration that made her feel beautiful, desirable. He knelt before her, his eyes still locked on hers, and began to worship her body with his lips and tongue. He started at her toes, his kisses trailing up her legs, each touch igniting a new wave of pleasure. He nuzzled her knees, his tongue exploring the sensitive skin behind them. Lunamaria shivered, her fingers digging into the fabric of the lounger.

He moved higher, his mouth trailing up her thighs, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs. He paused at the apex of her legs, his gaze meeting hers one last time before he lowered his head. Lunamaria gasped as his tongue found her clitoris, his touch both gentle and demanding. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. He continued to tease and torment her, his mouth working wonders, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She felt her orgasm building, a tidal wave of sensation crashing over her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body writhing uncontrollably. She cried out his name as she finally surrendered to the release, her entire body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure.

When her tremors subsided, she found Athrun looking up at her, his eyes filled with satisfaction and a deep, abiding love. He gently wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

She could only nod, tears of joy and pleasure streaming down her face. “Yes,” she managed to croak out. “More than alright.”

He stood, his gaze now filled with a burning desire for her. He reached for her hand, pulling her to her feet. He led her deeper into the biodome, to a secluded alcove where the foliage was thick and provided a natural privacy. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers once more. This time, the kiss was more urgent, fueled by the passion they had just shared and the raw desire that now pulsed between them.

“I want you, Lunamaria,” he growled against her lips, his hands caressing her bare back, pulling her flush against his hard body. She could feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection pressing against her. She moaned into his mouth, her own desire reaching fever pitch. She guided his hand to the front of his trousers, her fingers fumbling with the button. He helped her, his own fingers working with a haste that mirrored her own. He quickly shed his trousers and underwear, revealing his full, magnificent arousal. Lunamaria gasped, her eyes widening in awe. He was even more impressive than she had imagined.

She immediately knelt before him, her heart pounding. She wanted to worship him, to show him the depth of her own desire. She reached out, her fingers tracing the smooth, swollen head of his penis. He groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft, savoring the taste and texture of him. She felt him harden further under her ministrations, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She continued to pleasure him, her movements growing more confident, more skilled, until she felt him pulsing in her mouth, his climax imminent. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself as far as he could into her mouth, groaning her name as he released into her. She swallowed, savoring the taste of him, the ultimate expression of his passion for her. She felt a profound sense of connection, of shared intimacy.

When he was spent, he pulled her up to him, kissing her deeply. “Now it’s my turn,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He gently pushed her back onto the soft, mossy ground, her naked body sinking into the yielding earth. He positioned himself between her legs, his gaze locked on hers. He slowly entered her, his tip pressing against her entrance. Lunamaria arched her hips, urging him on. With a deep groan, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and relief washing over her. He moved slowly at first, his thrusts deep and deliberate, allowing her to adjust to the fullness of him. Then, as the rhythm quickened, so did her cries of pleasure. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Lunamaria wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. She could feel him pushing against her cervix, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. The pressure built, an exquisite tension that threatened to consume her. She could feel him nearing his own climax, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. She met each thrust with a cry, her body responding instinctively to his every move. She could feel the familiar tingling sensation spreading through her, the prelude to another overwhelming orgasm. And then, it hit her. She screamed his name as she climaxed, her entire body convulsing around him. In that moment of pure bliss, she felt him surge within her, his own climax erupting with a guttural groan. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. He buried his face in her neck, murmuring her name over and over. She held him close, her heart overflowing with a love and contentment she had never known. They lay there for a long time, the sounds of the biodome a distant echo, their bodies still entwined, their souls connected.

As the artificial sun began to dim, casting long shadows across the lush foliage, Lunamaria stirred. Athrun’s arm was still around her, his breathing deep and even. She gently stroked his hair, a soft smile gracing her lips. The experience had been more intense, more profound than anything she could have ever imagined. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure, though that had been incredible. It was the emotional connection, the vulnerability they had shared, the deep, abiding love that had blossomed between them. She knew, with a certainty that resonated through her very being, that this was just the beginning of their story. As she drifted off to sleep, nestled in the arms of the man she loved, she knew she had found a peace, a happiness, that transcended any battlefield, any conflict. She felt cherished, adored, and profoundly loved. And for the first time in a long time, Lunamaria Hawke felt truly, completely whole. The lingering scent of flowers and their shared passion hung in the air, a testament to a night that had changed everything.