Mineva's was an easy child, all things considered, and didn't fight the need for sleep. Haman undressed the girl herself, and put her to bed with a kiss.
As the door closed behind her Haman leaned back and sighed aloud.That had gone so much better than planned, she couldn't have been more pleased with herself. After all she was the Regent, not a party planner, and a rather poor excuse for a mother.
Back at her own room she wasn't at all surprised to see Char waiting for her, he knew what was promised, and after a day like this Haman was looking forward to a little alone time with her main beau. "Oh well, look at that." She grinned, quite pleased he was in the same mindset she was. She sat down beside him, leaning her head on the tip of his shoulder. "It'll take it that I did a good job then?" She peaked a playful eyebrow at Char and smirked a little, obviously as worn as Mineva was.
"That was still quite a mess you made," Char answered. "But all in all, I think it was a C Plus." Passing grade, just not stellar work. Char pivots at his seat at the edge of the bed, smirking at her touch. "Looks like you didn't forget about your promise, either."
"A C+?" She looked a big disgusted with him, but only for a moment, and it melted into a smirk. Haman would never be the domestic type, even if she wanted to, but it was the effort that counted after all. It was a children's party, not a political affair, the latter would have gone much smoother.
"Alright, if that's all I get. I guess I'll take it." And no, she hadn't. "I haven't, I haven't. Can't a woman sit down for two minutes? I do all this in heels after all." She leaned forward and kissed him though, soft and warm, a taste of what she had in store for him. She linger nears his lips for a moment, reveling int he warmth of his skin, the way he radiated out like the very sun to her mind.
He knew that's how she would react. He knew her all too well at this point, for better or worse. "Sure, you can sit down," he replied, about to make an innuendo before she leaned in to kiss him. He was only too happy to return the kiss, his hands moving to her sides, slipping his fingers underneath her shirt for just a moment.
"Exactly where did you want to sit down?" he asked, finally able to slip that in.
She pivoted quickly, unable to deny the bait he was feeding her, and dropped her head to his lap, smiling up mischievously. It was electric, this feeling, like for once in her life she was, even partially, in-tuned with another living person. It was this very feeling that pushed the whispers in her mind far away, as if they could not stand his light. "Oh, any where is alright. As long as it's comfortable, and warm, and dashingly attractive. Aryans preferred." Sweet sarcasm slipped over rosy lips, glossy and soft.
Well, she knew exactly what he had in mind. Well. Sort of. "I said 'sit on,' not 'suck on,' he replied teasingly, his hand moving through her pink hair. "But if that's how you'd like to start things off..."
His hand drifted down over her cheeks, down her side, along the side of her breast.
"I just like laying in your lap, but I'm feeling generous today so..." Haman arched her back as he ran his hands down her side, her pillowy pink hair pressing against the crotch of his uniform.
"I'll do anything you want tonight. Anything at all." She smiled at him coyly, reaching up to run her fingers along his jawline. Maybe it was to desperate, all of this,blatantly trying so hard to please him both with her words, her actions, and her body.
"Anything?" he smirked, his fingernails running along her neck. "Well, you are feeling generous tonight, aren't you?"
He's starting to reach for the hem of her shirt, already becoming aroused from where her head is. "You know what I like. I think you knew all along, wearing that short skirt back on Axis."
"It's because of you I don't wear them anymore." Haman smirked. "But maybe..." that look in her eyes was devious as she rolled out of his lap and onto her feet. A bit of hunting around in a drawer and Haman came up triumphant. "You mean this skirt?" Like some kind of bad nostalgia bomb the whole school girls looks came out of her drawer. "I can't really pull off the pigtails anymore but..." She turned her back to him as she peeled off her shoe-pants and tunic and slipped back into the outfit he had so long ago lusted for. Only the turtle neck had been left out, so the small shrug framed the black lace bra she was wearing perfectly. Haman knew she had held onto it for a reason other than being unable to let go of a time when the weight of the world didn't rest on her thin shoulders. Haman wasn't at all surprised to find it still fit her perfectly, little about her body had changed since then really, except for her face which now held a maturity she had never possessed back then. She turned back, feeling a bit sheepish, she wasted no time before she crawled back into his lap, his time, she straddled his hips, wrapping her long slender legs around him. "Feeling nostalgic now?" Haman wiggled just a little, her bottom barely covered in the skirt, against the fabric of his uniform.
Well. Well, this was a surprise. A pretty unexpected one. "You still have these things?" he teased, his voice mixed with a surprised, but very pleased laugh. Immediately, he was hard, and he knew she'd feel it just from where she was positioned on him.
"I knew it. You were wearing this thing for a reason, all of that time." His hands reached behind, squeezing her ass through the skirt's fabric. "And to think your father just thought you couldn't find anything else you liked wearing."
"It was that I couldn't find anything you liked. I was young, but I knew what I wanted." Haman felt him rising to 'salute' her, it was always satisfying to know that even despite everything, he simply couldn't resist her. "You don't think I'd just throw away something so precious. With out this skirt I may never have caught you eye, you never would have suggested me for Regent, and I certainly wouldn't be here with you now. I saved it for you." She moved her hips a little she could rub her satin panties over his pants. On one hand it was, perhaps, a little obsessive to treasure something so silly for such reasons, because it made you like me. She gripped his lapels and kissed him again, rising up on her knees slightly as she did.
"What you wanted?" he teased, leaning forward to kiss her neck again. "The little fourteen year old wanted to sleep with the man who was seven years older than her?"
Well, that wasn't true. Skirt or no skirt, he would have still saved her life with Zero the R, and would have still followed her out into the battlefield, simply by Schnee Weiss being the one spearheading the defense... and Schnee Weiss being what was created from Lalah's sacrifice. He needed to know that Zeon believed her death was worth it, for his sake.
As she moved her hips over him, she'd feel him twitch underneath her, just as she kissed him again. He was only too happy to return the kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips, and his hands gripping her ass again.
Mineva's was an easy child, all things considered, and didn't fight the need for sleep. Haman undressed the girl herself, and put her to bed with a kiss.
As the door closed behind her Haman leaned back and sighed aloud.That had gone so much better than planned, she couldn't have been more pleased with herself. After all she was the Regent, not a party planner, and a rather poor excuse for a mother.
Back at her own room she wasn't at all surprised to see Char waiting for her, he knew what was promised, and after a day like this Haman was looking forward to a little alone time with her main beau.
"Oh well, look at that." She grinned, quite pleased he was in the same mindset she was. She sat down beside him, leaning her head on the tip of his shoulder.
"It'll take it that I did a good job then?" She peaked a playful eyebrow at Char and smirked a little, obviously as worn as Mineva was.
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"A C+?" She looked a big disgusted with him, but only for a moment, and it melted into a smirk. Haman would never be the domestic type, even if she wanted to, but it was the effort that counted after all. It was a children's party, not a political affair, the latter would have gone much smoother.
"Alright, if that's all I get. I guess I'll take it." And no, she hadn't. "I haven't, I haven't. Can't a woman sit down for two minutes? I do all this in heels after all." She leaned forward and kissed him though, soft and warm, a taste of what she had in store for him. She linger nears his lips for a moment, reveling int he warmth of his skin, the way he radiated out like the very sun to her mind.
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"Exactly where did you want to sit down?" he asked, finally able to slip that in.
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She pivoted quickly, unable to deny the bait he was feeding her, and dropped her head to his lap, smiling up mischievously.
It was electric, this feeling, like for once in her life she was, even partially, in-tuned with another living person. It was this very feeling that pushed the whispers in her mind far away, as if they could not stand his light.
"Oh, any where is alright. As long as it's comfortable, and warm, and dashingly attractive. Aryans preferred." Sweet sarcasm slipped over rosy lips, glossy and soft.
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His hand drifted down over her cheeks, down her side, along the side of her breast.
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"I just like laying in your lap, but I'm feeling generous today so..." Haman arched her back as he ran his hands down her side, her pillowy pink hair pressing against the crotch of his uniform.
"I'll do anything you want tonight. Anything at all." She smiled at him coyly, reaching up to run her fingers along his jawline.
Maybe it was to desperate, all of this,blatantly trying so hard to please him both with her words, her actions, and her body.
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He's starting to reach for the hem of her shirt, already becoming aroused from where her head is. "You know what I like. I think you knew all along, wearing that short skirt back on Axis."
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"It's because of you I don't wear them anymore." Haman smirked. "But maybe..." that look in her eyes was devious as she rolled out of his lap and onto her feet. A bit of hunting around in a drawer and Haman came up triumphant. "You mean this skirt?" Like some kind of bad nostalgia bomb the whole school girls looks came out of her drawer. "I can't really pull off the pigtails anymore but..." She turned her back to him as she peeled off her shoe-pants and tunic and slipped back into the outfit he had so long ago lusted for. Only the turtle neck had been left out, so the small shrug framed the black lace bra she was wearing perfectly.
Haman knew she had held onto it for a reason other than being unable to let go of a time when the weight of the world didn't rest on her thin shoulders.
Haman wasn't at all surprised to find it still fit her perfectly, little about her body had changed since then really, except for her face which now held a maturity she had never possessed back then. She turned back, feeling a bit sheepish, she wasted no time before she crawled back into his lap, his time, she straddled his hips, wrapping her long slender legs around him.
"Feeling nostalgic now?" Haman wiggled just a little, her bottom barely covered in the skirt, against the fabric of his uniform.
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"I knew it. You were wearing this thing for a reason, all of that time." His hands reached behind, squeezing her ass through the skirt's fabric. "And to think your father just thought you couldn't find anything else you liked wearing."
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"It was that I couldn't find anything you liked. I was young, but I knew what I wanted." Haman felt him rising to 'salute' her, it was always satisfying to know that even despite everything, he simply couldn't resist her.
"You don't think I'd just throw away something so precious. With out this skirt I may never have caught you eye, you never would have suggested me for Regent, and I certainly wouldn't be here with you now. I saved it for you." She moved her hips a little she could rub her satin panties over his pants.
On one hand it was, perhaps, a little obsessive to treasure something so silly for such reasons, because it made you like me.
She gripped his lapels and kissed him again, rising up on her knees slightly as she did.
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Well, that wasn't true. Skirt or no skirt, he would have still saved her life with Zero the R, and would have still followed her out into the battlefield, simply by Schnee Weiss being the one spearheading the defense... and Schnee Weiss being what was created from Lalah's sacrifice. He needed to know that Zeon believed her death was worth it, for his sake.
As she moved her hips over him, she'd feel him twitch underneath her, just as she kissed him again. He was only too happy to return the kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips, and his hands gripping her ass again.
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