Miorine Rembran | Mobile Suit Gundam

The gentle hum of the ship’s life support was a soft lullaby in the otherwise silent chambers of the Elan family’s private shuttle. Outside, the nebulae painted a swirling masterpiece of violet and emerald against the inky canvas of space, a breathtaking backdrop to the simmering unspoken desires within. Miorine Rembran, her crimson hair fanned out across the plush, cool fabric of the bed, stared at the distant stars, a knot of anticipation tightening in her stomach. The journey back to Asticassia after a tense negotiation had been long, and the solitude of their shared quarters, usually a source of quiet contemplation, now felt charged with an electricity that had been building between her and Suletta for weeks. Suletta, her partner, her ace pilot, the one person who could shatter her carefully constructed walls with a single, earnest gaze. Tonight, the air felt different. It wasn’t just the lingering scent of success from their latest venture, but a more intimate fragrance, a subtle perfume that Miorine recognized as Suletta’s, now mingled with the sharp, clean scent of ozone from the ship’s systems. She turned her head, her gaze falling on Suletta, who was meticulously folding a uniform on a nearby chair, her back a study in graceful lines. The faint glow from the control panel cast a soft luminescence on Suletta’s features, highlighting the slight curve of her lips as she concentrated. Miorine’s heart gave a familiar, bittersweet lurch. Suletta, so earnest, so pure, and yet, with a fierce, unwavering strength that had always drawn Miorine in, like a moth to a flame.

She remembered the first time she’d truly seen Suletta, not just as a student or a pilot, but as someone who saw *her*. Behind the gruff exterior, the sharp wit, and the demanding pronouncements of ownership, there was a vulnerability that Suletta’s unwavering gaze had always managed to find. And now, here, in the quiet intimacy of their shared space, that vulnerability felt amplified, a mirror to the longing Miorine had been trying to suppress for far too long. She watched Suletta’s hands, calloused from countless hours piloting, now moving with a surprising delicacy. A wave of possessiveness, sharp and potent, washed over Miorine. This woman, so capable, so fiercely loyal, was hers. And tonight, she felt an undeniable urge to explore the depths of that connection, to move beyond the unspoken understandings and into the tangible realm of touch and sensation. The sterile quiet of the shuttle seemed to amplify every subtle shift in Suletta’s posture, every rustle of fabric, making Miorine hyper-aware of her own breathing, the rapid thrumming of her pulse against her ribs.

“Suletta,” Miorine’s voice was a low murmur, barely disturbing the silence. Suletta’s head turned instantly, her wide, earnest eyes meeting Miorine’s. There was a flicker of surprise, then something softer, something that Miorine dared to interpret as a shared anticipation. “Come here.” The words were simple, but the weight behind them was immense, a summons that had been echoing in Miorine’s soul for far too long.

Suletta set the uniform aside without a word, her movements fluid, almost hesitant. She walked towards the bed, her gaze never leaving Miorine’s. Each step seemed to carry the unspoken weight of their journey together, the trials they’d faced, the trust they’d forged. As Suletta reached the edge of the bed, Miorine reached out, her fingers tracing the delicate line of Suletta’s jaw. The skin was warm, impossibly soft beneath her touch. Suletta leaned into the caress, a soft sigh escaping her lips, a sound that sent shivers down Miorine’s spine. “Miorine…” Suletta’s voice was a hushed whisper, a breath of wonder and perhaps, a touch of nervousness.

Miorine’s thumb brushed against Suletta’s lower lip, feeling the slight tremor that ran through her. The unspoken was hanging heavy in the air, thick with shared history and burgeoning desire. The cool, sterile environment of the shuttle suddenly felt charged with an almost primal heat, emanating from them, from the space between them. Miorine leaned closer, her eyes searching Suletta’s, and found a reflection of her own yearning. The distance between their faces narrowed, each breath a shared inhalation of anticipation. Then, Miorine closed the gap, her lips meeting Suletta’s in a kiss that was initially tentative, a gentle exploration. It was a kiss of acknowledgement, of appreciation, a silent question posed and answered in the soft press of flesh against flesh.

Suletta’s response was immediate, a soft gasp that vibrated against Miorine’s mouth. Her hands, which had been resting tentatively on Miorine’s shoulders, moved to cup her face, her thumbs tracing the high planes of Miorine’s cheeks. The kiss deepened, the tentative exploration giving way to a more fervent embrace. Miorine tasted the sweetness of Suletta’s lips, the faint hint of herbal tea she’d had earlier, and beneath it all, the unique, intoxicating scent of Suletta herself. It was a scent that Miorine had come to associate with comfort, with strength, and now, with a burgeoning, undeniable passion. Miorine’s hands moved from Suletta’s jaw to tangle in her soft, auburn hair, pulling her closer, deepening the embrace. The sound of their mingled breaths filled the small space, a testament to the fire that was igniting between them.

Their bodies pressed together, the thin fabric of their sleepwear doing little to dampen the sensation of skin against skin. Miorine felt the gentle curve of Suletta’s hip against hers, the steady rhythm of her heart beating against Miorine’s chest. It was a profound intimacy, a quiet surrender to the feelings that had been simmering for so long. Miorine broke the kiss, her forehead resting against Suletta’s, their breaths still coming in ragged gasps. “Suletta…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I… I want you.” The confession, so direct, so devoid of her usual pretense, hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability. Suletta’s eyes, wide and shining, held no confusion, only a mirror of Miorine’s own intense desire.

“Miorine,” Suletta’s voice was rough, laced with a tremor of her own awakening passion. “I… I want you too. So much.” Her hands, still cradling Miorine’s face, moved to caress her hair, then her neck, her touch sending waves of delicious sensation through Miorine. Miorine’s gaze dropped to Suletta’s lips, then to the pulse that was beating rapidly at the base of her throat. A primal urge took hold, a need to explore, to taste, to claim. Slowly, deliberately, Miorine began to unbutton Suletta’s sleep shirt, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. The fabric parted, revealing the soft curve of Suletta’s collarbone, then the swell of her breasts beneath. Suletta’s breath hitched, her eyes widening further, a silent invitation.

Miorine leaned down, her lips tracing the delicate line of Suletta’s clavicle, savoring the warmth of her skin. A soft moan escaped Suletta’s lips, a sound that ignited Miorine’s own senses, urging her onward. She continued her descent, her kisses growing bolder, her tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of Suletta’s skin. Suletta arched her back, her hands tightening on Miorine’s shoulders, her fingers digging slightly into the fabric of Miorine’s shirt. “Miorine… please…” The plea was laced with an urgency that mirrored Miorine’s own desires, a desperate yearning for more. Miorine’s lips found the swell of Suletta’s breast, her tongue teasing the dusky peak until it hardened into a taut, sensitive point. Suletta cried out, a sharp, breathless sound that echoed in the small cabin.

Miorine lingered there, her tongue dancing, her lips caressing, reveling in the sounds Suletta made, the tremors that ran through her body. Suletta’s fingers moved from Miorine’s shoulders to her hair, pulling her closer, guiding her with a desperate urgency. Miorine’s attention then shifted to the other breast, continuing the intoxicating exploration. The air crackled with their shared passion, the sterile environment of the shuttle giving way to a realm of pure sensation and desire. Suletta’s body was slick with a thin sheen of perspiration, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Miorine, caught in the intoxicating rhythm of their shared arousal, felt her own desire building, a powerful, undeniable tide.

With a sigh, Miorine finally pulled away, her lips still tingling from Suletta’s taste. She met Suletta’s flushed gaze, her own eyes dark with longing. “You’re so beautiful, Suletta,” Miorine whispered, her voice a husky caress. Suletta’s cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her lips swollen from their kisses, her eyes shining with an unadulterated desire that mirrored Miorine’s own. She reached out, her trembling fingers brushing away a stray strand of hair from Miorine’s forehead. “You… you are too, Miorine,” Suletta managed, her voice still a little shaky. “More than I ever imagined.”

Miorine’s gaze dropped to the hem of Suletta’s sleep shorts. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric, then slowly, deliberately, she began to pull them down. Suletta’s breath hitched as the fabric slid over her hips, revealing the creamy skin of her thighs, the delicate curve of her belly. Miorine’s gaze lingered, her heart thudding with a mixture of awe and fierce possessiveness. Suletta’s body was not the lean, taut physique of a warrior, but the soft, yielding form of a woman, a woman who was entirely hers. The sight of Suletta, so vulnerable, so exposed, sent a fresh wave of desire through Miorine.

Miorine shifted, moving to lie fully beside Suletta, their bodies now flush against each other. She felt the heat radiating from Suletta’s skin, the soft swell of her breasts pressing against her chest. The intimacy was overwhelming, a silent testament to the depth of their connection. Miorine’s hand moved lower, her fingers tracing the delicate line of Suletta’s hip, then venturing further, towards the soft skin of her inner thigh. Suletta’s breath caught, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Miorine’s touch was gentle, almost reverent, a slow exploration that heightened the anticipation. She felt Suletta’s muscles tense beneath her touch, her body thrumming with a palpable desire.

Miorine continued her descent, her fingers brushing against the soft, downy hair that guarded the most intimate parts of Suletta. Suletta gasped, her fingers clenching in Miorine’s hair, a silent plea for continued exploration. Miorine’s touch became more deliberate, her fingertips finding the sensitive flesh, teasing and caressing. She felt the subtle shifts in Suletta’s body, the trembling of her thighs, the soft moans that escaped her lips. The heat between them intensified, a palpable aura of shared arousal. Miorine’s focus narrowed, her entire being centered on the exquisite sensation of pleasing Suletta, of eliciting those soft sounds of pleasure from her lips.

With a soft groan, Suletta’s hips tilted upwards slightly, a subconscious movement of surrender. Miorine’s tongue, warm and slick, finally found its destination. The taste was intoxicating, a sweet, musky fragrance that made Miorine’s head swim. She lavished her attention there, her tongue dancing, teasing, exploring every sensitive curve and fold. Suletta cried out, a sharp, piercing sound that was swallowed by the soft hum of the ship. Her body arched, her hands gripping Miorine’s hair tightly, her nails digging into her scalp. The pleasure was clearly overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to consume her.

Miorine continued her ministrations, her tongue delving deeper, her lips pressing against the incredibly sensitive flesh. She felt Suletta’s body tremble violently, her moans growing louder, more desperate. The rhythm of their shared pleasure intensified, each movement, each touch, a building crescendo. Miorine felt Suletta’s core clench around her tongue, a powerful, involuntary spasm that sent shivers down Miorine’s own spine. Suletta’s cries turned into gasps and whimpers, her body writhing against Miorine’s face. Finally, with a long, shuddering moan, Suletta’s climax washed over her, her body convulsing in Miorine’s mouth. Miorine held her, her tongue continuing its ministrations until the last tremors subsided, leaving Suletta weak and breathless, her body slick with sweat.

As the last of Suletta’s tremors faded, Miorine slowly pulled away, her lips still tasting of Suletta’s exquisite pleasure. She looked up at Suletta, her face flushed, her eyes closed, her breathing still ragged. A soft smile played on Miorine’s lips. This was what she had craved, this uninhibited surrender, this raw, honest passion. She gently brushed a damp strand of hair from Suletta’s forehead. “Are you alright?” Miorine’s voice was soft, filled with a tenderness that had been carefully guarded for so long.

Suletta’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Miorine’s. There was a profound vulnerability in her expression, a look of wonder and something akin to disbelief. “Miorine… I…” Suletta’s voice was a mere whisper, her throat still raw from her climax. She reached out, her hand trembling as she cupped Miorine’s cheek. “That… that was… incredible.” A tear escaped from the corner of Suletta’s eye, tracing a glistening path down her flushed cheek. Miorine gently kissed the tear away, her heart swelling with a love so profound it ached.

“You are incredible, Suletta,” Miorine murmured, her thumb stroking Suletta’s cheekbone. “You deserve all of this. All of me.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing against Suletta’s. “Now,” Miorine’s voice dropped to a husky whisper, a hint of playful mischief returning to her eyes, “it’s my turn.” She moved back slightly, her gaze dropping to Suletta’s parted lips, then to the faint flush that still stained her skin. Suletta watched her, her eyes wide with anticipation, a silent invitation to reciprocate the pleasure she had just received.

Miorine didn’t hesitate. She shifted her position, her body moving with a newfound grace and purpose. She reached out, her hands gently guiding Suletta’s hips, positioning her as she desired. The sight of Suletta’s naked body, bathed in the soft glow of the nebulae, was a vision of breathtaking beauty. Miorine’s heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of desire and an almost overwhelming sense of awe. She felt Suletta’s body relax beneath her touch, a silent surrender that made Miorine’s own anticipation surge. She moved closer, her lips brushing against Suletta’s, tasting the lingering sweetness of their shared intimacy. Then, she began to kiss Suletta’s body, her lips trailing a path of fire across her skin, from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts, then lower, to her belly. Each touch, each kiss, was an expression of the deep affection and burgeoning passion that Miorine felt for this extraordinary woman.

Suletta’s breath hitched with each caress, her moans growing in intensity as Miorine’s attentions moved lower. Miorine felt a thrill of power, a deep satisfaction in eliciting such passionate responses from Suletta. She continued her exploration, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of Suletta’s hip, then venturing further, towards the warm, moist folds of her pussy. Suletta gasped, her hips arching upwards, her fingers clenching in Miorine’s hair. Miorine’s touch was gentle yet deliberate, her fingertips exploring the sensitive flesh, teasing and caressing. The scent of Suletta’s arousal was a potent aphrodisiac, fueling Miorine’s own desire. She felt Suletta’s body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

Miorine’s focus narrowed, her entire being centered on the exquisite sensation of pleasing Suletta. She felt Suletta’s core clench around her fingers, a powerful, involuntary spasm that sent shivers down Miorine’s own spine. Suletta’s cries turned into gasps and whimpers, her body writhing against Miorine’s touch. Finally, with a long, shuddering moan, Suletta’s climax washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure. Miorine held her close, her fingers continuing their ministrations until the last tremors subsided, leaving Suletta weak and breathless, her body slick with sweat and pleasure.

As Suletta’s breathing slowly returned to normal, Miorine leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re so amazing,” Miorine whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Suletta’s eyes fluttered open, a soft, content smile gracing her lips. She reached out, her hand cupping Miorine’s cheek. “You too, Miorine,” she breathed, her voice still a little shaky. “You were… perfect.”

Miorine smiled, a genuine, relaxed smile that reached her eyes. She shifted, her body now nestled beside Suletta’s, their limbs tangled together. The silence that fell between them was no longer charged with unspoken tension, but filled with a comfortable intimacy, a shared understanding that transcended words. The gentle hum of the ship’s life support was a soothing balm, a reminder of the quiet world outside their intimate bubble. Miorine traced the curve of Suletta’s shoulder, her touch lingering. The stars outside continued their silent dance, a breathtaking spectacle that now seemed to reflect the inner radiance of their shared passion. This was just the beginning, Miorine knew. A new chapter had opened between them, a chapter filled with the promise of even deeper intimacy and unwavering love, all under the watchful gaze of the cosmos.