[Gundam 00] Machine Madonna
Title: Machine Madonna
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Soma/Marie/...GN-Archer? I don't know. You decide.
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 602
Notes: Written for the kinkmeme. Is not actually porn, but has a definite mecha-kink slant to it.
Summary: When she takes over for Marie, Soma promises to keep one thing safe.
Marie had loved everything about the GN Archer. She'd admired how it hid firepower under a sleek and gentle shape. She'd thought it wonderfully appropriate how it had two forms--just like Gundam Arios, just like Allelujah, just like her. She'd delighted in the purpose she shared with it of joining with and supporting Allelujah. But just as surely as she knew that was her purpose, she had known that embracing it would hurt him. So she'd put it off, and put it off, and put it off, and in the end she'd flown her secretly beloved mobile suit only briefly before Soma had seized her mind again.
Soma thought the GN Archer was not meant for a supersoldier to pilot. Everything Marie had loved about it proved that. It hid its purpose under prettiness; it relied on a Gundam to reach its full potential. But she piloted it all the same, because it was all she had, and she had vengeance to take.
Sometimes, she flew it when she didn't have to. Celestial Being let her take the GN Archer on such patrols without question, and in Soma's demanding eyes, that only proved how inadequate they were. Didn't they know she could simply take off with it to find her own fight? To find a place where everyone called her by the right name? But she never did. The GN Archer itself stopped her.
Every time she approached it in the hangar, she could see Marie in its curves. She could see the one she'd once given herself up to. She could remember what it had felt like to be at peace with herself, to know that she was more than a weapon. The Tieren Taozi, the GN-X, the Ahead, they had never made her think such thoughts. They had looked like a mobile suit should look. But the GN Archer was made for Marie, even if that had never been the intention, and it couldn't shake her spirit.
So even as she piloted it outside the Ptolemaios, Soma found the images of its narrow head, slender limbs, and wide hips lingering in her mind. And as she thought of what it had once been and what it had meant to Marie, the ache inside her grew. She needed to be Soma, right now. But for the first time in her life, Soma missed Marie.
In the end, she stopped the GN Archer out in the darkness of space, and she threw open the hatch and climbed out of the cockpit. She stroked those slim arms that held powerful guns, pressed her suited body against the curve of its thin waist.
"I'll give both these bodies back to you," she promised Marie, out where no one else could hear them. "You're the one who deserves them. But let me accomplish my purpose first."
There was no response from the mobile suit. She could not tell if Marie approved or disapproved. It didn't matter; she needed to avenge Sergei. But for now, she was alone with what remained of Marie in this world. She slid down the GN Archer's hips until the fin of one knee rested between her legs, and she wrapped her arms around the sleek surface.
For a little while, embracing the machine, she remembered what it was like to be someone who could love with all her being. She remembered thinking that the GN Archer was as close to the personification of that love as a machine could get.
"Don't worry, Marie," Soma said as she pressed herself against the mobile suit. "I'll keep it safe for you."
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pairing: Soma/Marie/...GN-Archer? I don't know. You decide.
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 602
Notes: Written for the kinkmeme. Is not actually porn, but has a definite mecha-kink slant to it.
Summary: When she takes over for Marie, Soma promises to keep one thing safe.
Marie had loved everything about the GN Archer. She'd admired how it hid firepower under a sleek and gentle shape. She'd thought it wonderfully appropriate how it had two forms--just like Gundam Arios, just like Allelujah, just like her. She'd delighted in the purpose she shared with it of joining with and supporting Allelujah. But just as surely as she knew that was her purpose, she had known that embracing it would hurt him. So she'd put it off, and put it off, and put it off, and in the end she'd flown her secretly beloved mobile suit only briefly before Soma had seized her mind again.
Soma thought the GN Archer was not meant for a supersoldier to pilot. Everything Marie had loved about it proved that. It hid its purpose under prettiness; it relied on a Gundam to reach its full potential. But she piloted it all the same, because it was all she had, and she had vengeance to take.
Sometimes, she flew it when she didn't have to. Celestial Being let her take the GN Archer on such patrols without question, and in Soma's demanding eyes, that only proved how inadequate they were. Didn't they know she could simply take off with it to find her own fight? To find a place where everyone called her by the right name? But she never did. The GN Archer itself stopped her.
Every time she approached it in the hangar, she could see Marie in its curves. She could see the one she'd once given herself up to. She could remember what it had felt like to be at peace with herself, to know that she was more than a weapon. The Tieren Taozi, the GN-X, the Ahead, they had never made her think such thoughts. They had looked like a mobile suit should look. But the GN Archer was made for Marie, even if that had never been the intention, and it couldn't shake her spirit.
So even as she piloted it outside the Ptolemaios, Soma found the images of its narrow head, slender limbs, and wide hips lingering in her mind. And as she thought of what it had once been and what it had meant to Marie, the ache inside her grew. She needed to be Soma, right now. But for the first time in her life, Soma missed Marie.
In the end, she stopped the GN Archer out in the darkness of space, and she threw open the hatch and climbed out of the cockpit. She stroked those slim arms that held powerful guns, pressed her suited body against the curve of its thin waist.
"I'll give both these bodies back to you," she promised Marie, out where no one else could hear them. "You're the one who deserves them. But let me accomplish my purpose first."
There was no response from the mobile suit. She could not tell if Marie approved or disapproved. It didn't matter; she needed to avenge Sergei. But for now, she was alone with what remained of Marie in this world. She slid down the GN Archer's hips until the fin of one knee rested between her legs, and she wrapped her arms around the sleek surface.
For a little while, embracing the machine, she remembered what it was like to be someone who could love with all her being. She remembered thinking that the GN Archer was as close to the personification of that love as a machine could get.
"Don't worry, Marie," Soma said as she pressed herself against the mobile suit. "I'll keep it safe for you."