THE DENIZENS OF SPACE.

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There it was- the blush Sayla loved so. Just as easy to beckon out as ever. Despite Amuro’s maturity and experience, he was just a push away from this state. She couldn’t help but smirk. 

Still, there were times where she longed for him to challenge her teasing; to push back and make it into a game. Maybe one day, she thought. He still made her happy, and that was just a small reservation. 

Setting her tray aside, Sayla leaned against Amuro, wrapping an arm around him. “Oh, I think you know,” she whispered. 

Even now, all these years later, Amuro wouldn’t know sex and desire if it smacked him upside the head. Thus, necessitated the sort of gentle pushes and prods from Sayla to help expedite the process. 

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Sayla took another swig of coffee as she reflected. What did she want today? Her eyes shifted downwards to Amuro’s hand, watching it gently caress her knee. Well, that gave her one idea. Setting her mug back down, she reached over and moved his hand back up to her thigh. She had coffee and breakfast in her now; maybe, just maybe, starting the day off with a bit of intimacy wouldn’t hurt. The thought of carnal pleasure was pretty appealing. When exactly would they get this chance again?

“Would you suffice?” She asked teasingly, winking. Bold? Oh, yes, most certainly. But sometimes being direct with Amuro was needed.

Amuro watched silently as the blonde haired woman took the sip of the coffee he had made, seeing her own eyes look down upon the hand resting on her knee, stroking it ever so lightly. Though...once the male found his hand moving up towards her thigh, Amuro can’t help but blush like a schoolboy. 

A lot had changed in that time, but yet the same demons still remained. Even with his love for Sayla, he still held enormous amounts of guilt for Lalah so many years ago, and how she was more or less a tension point in the eternal battle between him and Char. He still had many a nightmare and spells of regret over the many men that he more or less killed in cold blood - a side effect of having a trial by far in war, and in youth, and being told to kill, and kill extravagantly. 

There were some days where he never left this work shop - a warm cocoon that allowed him to do what he wanted to do from the very beginning, and leave him to his thoughts. He could sense that sometimes, Sayla was worried for his well being when he locked himself in his work shop, or spent the day in their bed room staring at the ceiling and remembering all that he had done. 

Nevertheless, he was here. Even with another year of his life done and dusted, he found himself, through all the trials and tribulations, the horrors and glories of war, he found himself a more complete man then he was when he hopped into the cockpit of the Gundam back on Side 7. Through every event in his life from then onward, he had learned to grow up. 

“There’s a few I could think of, to be honest. Being collateral in the war games of a small handful of men. The cruelty of fate. The misfortune of youth. Take your pick. They’re all equally miserable.”

And all of those were good options to pick. In fact, all three were pretty succinct to the situations that Amuro faced - both in the past, and now. 

But even with those thoughts of ‘why him?’ nagging in his mind to this very day, he had to keep on. Keep moving forward.