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Do You Remember Love?Macross 7, Max/Miria. R+/NC-17: explicit sexual situations
Penitence and Eternity FFX, Auron/Braska. SPOILERS: end of game. NC-17: explicit sexual situations.
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Captain Maximillian Jenius switched off the video screen and sighed. Miria had called to voice her disagreement with the way he had handled the latest crisis on the Macross 7. Ship-related video conferences were the only times they really spoke anymore. He opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a framed photograph. He looked so much younger in the photo, grinning broadly with his smiling wife, who held their first daughter. Now their youngest was fourteen and had taken up with a rock band, and he had agreed to the creation of Sound Force and to Mylene's inclusion (which had, of course, resulted in a video conference with Miria.)

Where did we go wrong? Max sighed. Zentradi ace Miria Fallyna hadn't understood his invitation to a date; he hadn't realized she was a micloned Zentradi, or that she was the pilot who had chased him through the skies that day. Even when she came at him with a knife, he thought she was beautiful. She still is, he thought. He slid his chair back and stood up. I won her over once. I can do it again.

When his daughter appeared in his office a short while later, he said, "Mylene, I need you to do something for me."

"Yes, Dad?"

"Take this to your mother." He handed her an envelope. "Make sure she reads it. It's very important."

Mylene smiled. "Okay!" She resisted the impulse to open the note and hurried from Battle 7 to City 7. She knocked on the door to her mother's office.

"Come in," Mayor Miria called. "Oh, Mylene. Hello."

"Hi, Mom." Mylene extended something toward her. "I have a letter for you. It's from Dad."

A scowl flickered across her face. "What does he want?"

Mylene shrugged. "He asked me to give it to you."

Miria took it and turned it over in her hands, then dropped it into the stack of papers on her desk.

"Aren't you going to read it?" Mylene looked at her curiously as she sat down.

She sighed and picked up the envelope. It was addressed to "Zentradi Ace Miria Fallyna." Curiosity piqued, she opened it.


Max waited near a fountain in a park in City 7. "I hope she comes," he muttered to himself. He wore one of his few civilian outfits, a blue suit, rather than the stark, formal captain's uniform, and he paced nervously. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he turned.

"What do you want, Max?" Her voice was harsh, disapproving, but he smiled.

"Do you remember, Miria, our first meeting?" He spoke quietly, a touch of sadness in his voice. "You wanted a duel, then you told me to kill you because I defeated you. But I thought you were beautiful, and I'd fallen in love." He looked into her eyes, hoping to find recognition there.

She folded her arms across her chest. "You decided you had, yes. Then you corrupted me with your protoculture, and we were married within days. It was quite a whirlwind." Her face nor her voice betrayed any emotion.

"We were so happy, do you remember? It would be glorious, if we died together in battle on our wedding day, you said." He walked toward her. "Do you regret it? Do you wish we'd been shot down that day?"

She turned her back to him. "So melodramatic! Of course not."

"Would you rather I'd died trying to destroy Gepernitch?"

Something in his voice compelled her to turn toward him. "Max ..."

He drew a deep breath before speaking. "I love you, Miria. That hasn't changed, after all these years. We've had many disagreements, and it seems that you've finally gotten your wish. You've defeated me," he said, dropping to his knees.

She looked at him, icy gaze thawing. "'If we love each other, anything is possible.' Isn't that what you told Lieutenant Ichijo?" Her voice softened. "When we lost contact with the Stargazer, I was terrified that you were gone." She reached down and lifted his chin with a finger. "I didn't want to lose you, and I didn't want to admit it to myself."

He rose. "It was wonderful to have you flying by my side again, Miria. You're still an ace." He wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed her. She pulled away in protest.

"Max! We're in public. This is no way for a mayor to act."

He grinned. "Then let's go someplace private. My quarters are somewhat nicer than on the SDF. Rank has its privileges, as they say."


Max set the lock on his door, then crossed to the small sofa where Miria sat. "I've missed you, Miria." He slipped his hand into her jacket, eased it off her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse.

Miria jerked back. "What do you think you're doing?" She buttoned her blouse again.

Max looked perplexed. "We're married, and we have 7 daughters. I think you know full well what I'm doing."

"That was always your problem. You care nothing for foreplay," she snapped.

"I'm sorry, Miria. I've just wanted to have you back for so long. Let me start over." He leaned toward her and slipped his hand behind her back, pressed his lips to hers, kissed her jaw and neck, then her earlobe. "Is this more acceptable, my love?" he whispered.

She murmured assent, sliding her hands down his back to his hips. "I suppose you were always so eager. And enthusiastic." She slid fingers under his jacket, pushed it from his shoulders, let it fall on the floor. Her lips found purchase on his, then worked down his jaw to his neck. Deft fingers, though years out of practice, removed his tie, which landed near his jacket. She opened the buttons and dropped fiery kisses on his collarbone and the hollow of his throat.

He sighed contentedly as her mouth and fingers worked in concert down his chest. Slowly, almost maddeningly so, Max thought, their clothes landed in the pile on the floor.

"Still beautiful," he murmured, gazing at her. "That spark in your eyes that made me fall for you is still there." His hand slipped between her thighs, while the other traced a line up her torso to her breast. "Do you still love me, Miria?"

"I do, Max. Always." She pushed him so he was half sitting up, back on the arm of the couch, and straddled him. Hands and lips remembered sensitive spots on the throat, chest, lower.

He groaned. "Miria, please," he whimpered.

She sat up, a playful wickedness dancing in her eyes. "What if I refused?"

"I'd be at your mercy," he whispered, hands circling her waist.

She smiled. She drew his hand between her thighs, rubbing his thumb against her clit. "Make me want you," she whispered, leaning forward to nibble his earlobe.

He caressed her gently, watching her face until her breath came quickly, in rough gasps, and his body reacted. She moved over him, sliding his erect sex into her body, and their bodies moved in rhythm, his thumb stroking her until she quivered and collapsed onto him, flushed with pleasure, and his release followed.

Miria rested her head on Max's shoulder, lazily running fingers through his hair, his arms wrapped around her waist. His skin, bare against hers, wasn't as tight or soft as it had been when he was Lieutenant Jenius, and hers wasn't either. It was part of growing old, she decided.

"Stay with me, Miria." When she neither moved nor responded, he stroked her back. "If you don't want to move here, I understand. The mayor needs to be in the city. But sleep here tonight, my love."

She considered his proposition. "Gladly, but I won't guarantee any sleep," she said with a laugh.

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