(You Can't) Rewrite History
Title: (You Can't) Rewrite History
Fandom: Gundam Iscariot
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit gained. This is a fanwork.
Summary: Mick and Amde are conscious of the void - they take care of each other around it.
Notes: from porn_tree, sometime ~PL310. Title from the CTRL+Z song of the same.
"I need emergency medical treatment," Mick said, lingering in the doorway of Amde's office within NIN-ANA's medical clinic.
"Dare I ask?" Amde questioned as she turned and smiled at him. She looked a little tired, Mick thought, but it wasn't a bad look on her. Her hair was still up in a bun with only a few wisps hanging loose.
Mick held out his hand where indeed, his left index finger had a small cut that was seeping a tiny bit of blood.
"I dropped a stylus down in the sofa and caught a fabric staple or something getting it out," Mick admitted. He chuckled and shook his head, sending blond waves bouncing. "I was going to come see you tonight anyway, but..."
"Let's get you taken care of," Amde said softly as she stood. "I've only got five more minutes on shift and after that, it's Doc Grizzly."
Mick winced at the thought of Doc Grizzly - real name Doctor Grise but shaped more like a bear than anything - getting a single hand on him.
"So what are you doing in five minutes?" Mick questioned as Amde grabbed an alcohol wipe and band-aid from a drawer. He thought he knew the answer, but... He also didn't want to push her. Normally, he waited for Amde to come slipping carefully into his quarters at night, knocking her usual knock and then waiting to check the door.
He'd never not been there for her.
"I don't know," Amde replied, meeting his gaze for a long moment before quickly wiping off Mick's finger and pressing the band-aid on. "Mick..."
"It's a pretty serious wound," Mick said, slipping his right arm around her and pulling her close. "You might have to keep an eye on me tonight."
Amde sighed and then gave him a soft smile.
"You're right," she said. "Need to watch for infection."
"Exactly," Mick replied, leaning to give her a soft little kiss. He'd get a playful swat for it, he knew, if only because Amde was still on duty.
"Evening, Doctor Hisano," Doc Grizzly's voice called almost on cue. Amde pulled away, glancing out her door to wave.
"I'm just finishing up with one last patient and then I'll be going," Amde said, gesturing vaguely back into the office. "Nothing major. Have a quiet night."
Mick lingered a moment on the far side of the office until Amde shook her head and turned.
"You're going to get me in trouble one of these days."
Mick grinned. That was an open invitation. "Do I get to find some new type of trouble that we haven't gotten into yet?"
"You have a point," Amde replied. She took off her white coat and hung it on a hook beside her desk and reached to turn off the desk lamp.
"Not yet," Mick said, slipping over to the door and turning off the overhead lights instead.
"Shhhh-" Mick held up a finger to hush her as he carefully closed Amde's office door and locked it.
"What are you--?"
"Finding new trouble," Mick noted. "You should put your coat back on. But not yet. I want you with just the coat."
He was either going to get a lecture or amused compliance and Amde was damned hard to read sometimes. She was beautiful and even if he hadn't been able to love her like she'd wanted, he still adored her and always would.
Without Lan around... Without Lan around, they'd just sort of worked things out. They took care of each other. Well, Mick took care of Amde. It was okay - they were okay.
"I was thinking about stopping by to see how you were doing," Amde admitted as she unpinned her hair. Mick smiled - her hair had gotten long, likely without her even realizing.
"Fine, before fighting the sofa and losing," Mick said as he settled onto Amde's own office sofa, which was vinyl and not terribly soft and had nowhere to really drop a stylus into, at least.
"I won't tell," Amde replied as she moved over to straddle his lap. She had on a dark t-shirt and basic NIN-ANA uniform pants along with sneakers. Her silver bracelet was cold against his cheek for a second as she reached to trace along his jaw line and neck.
She kissed him fiercely, surprising Mick for a split second before he yielded and let her taste his mouth. Amde's hands settled on his shoulders for a moment before reaching to undo his jacket.
Amde kissed his jaw and neck, undoing his jacket and sucking at a shoulder blade. Mick moaned and slipped his hands up under the back of her shirt. Her skin was warm and she let him peel her shirt off entirely. Underneath, she had a sports bra almost the same shade as her shirt.
"Not sexy," Mick noted.
"Practical," Amde replied, twisting and pulling it off in one smooth motion. "Honestly, I don't know what you're expecting me to have on - see-through lace?"
"Please someday do that under a pilot suit," Mick said, filing the thought away for future use, even if it didn't involve Amde. He shifted a bit under her, trying to get a little more pressure against his erection.
She didn't miss the cue and thankfully didn't comment on his comment. Instead she reached down to rub his cock through his pants, firm on the full length a couple of times before shifting back to undo his belt and pants.
"You get yours, I'll get mine?" Amde questioned, sliding back to stand and undo her own pants.
Mick nodded, shifting enough to get his erection safely free while Amde shimmied out of pants, panties and footwear.
She was beautiful - strong and showing hints of muscle underneath soft curves. Her breasts were high and firm and Mick hoped they'd be back within his reach very shortly.
Amde laughed softly and swung around to grab her lab coat, pulling it on but leaving it unbuttoned. For a split second, there was a strange expression on her face.
"When did this happen?" she asked, moving back to straddle Mick's legs. Mick tried not to wince. He knew she was thinking about Lan. He knew she'd always think about Lan. She'd call his name and they'd both try not to ache.
"When we decided never to leave each other," Mick replied. "When we decided to love each other and take care of each other."
He reached to pet her hair and she settled her hands on his chest for just a moment before finding his nipples beneath his shirt.
Amde nodded and kissed him again. And then he just didn't have enough hands. Not to touch Amde's firm, perfect breasts and explore the contours of her ass and reach down to where he knew she was damp against his pants.
She had a hand on his shoulder and a hand on his erection, stroking him almost too gently as she kept her mouth on his. Mick slipped a hand down between Amde's legs, pressing into dampness and making sure she was wet enough.
"Ready when you are," Amde said, arching a bit. Mick guided her closer and together they positioned their bodies. Mick smiled. She slipped down onto him and he gasped, closing his eyes as they joined. Amde buried her head against his shoulder, grabbing at the back of the sofa and moaning.
Mick wrapped his arms around her and just held her for a long moment.
"Never gonna think about my office the same way," Amde mumbled, shifting a bit. Mick slid his hands down her sides and underneath the coat, guiding her hips up as she set the pace. He didn't have much room to move, but he didn't really have to. Amde rose and fell on him, grinding against him, breasts alternating between bouncing and pressing against him. She had her eyes closed, but he watched her. It was okay if she thought about Lan.
He hoped she would always think about Lan.
Her legs squeaked against the vinyl, soft little noises, much like her moans. Mick tried to stay quiet. She kissed him quickly, grinding as she did, changing her angle and crying out into his mouth. He pulled her back, helping her, holding her and guiding her as she moved over him, shaking and moaning and calling him the wrong name and then the right one as her blue eyes met his between short apologetic kisses.
"Good," Mick managed, reaching down to rub over her clit and make her shiver again. He wondered if she'd come a second time. It was worth a try. He slowly began to move again, but he couldn't keep his hand there. Instead he moved her, fast, hard, listening to her soft cries against his neck. Mick tried to stay quiet as he came, but Amde just felt so good and she cried out too, grabbing and kissing as he thrust up one last handful of times.
Amde didn't move. She had a handful of his hair. He had a handful of her ass underneath her lab coat.
"I don't think I can move," Amde mumbled against him.
"I'm not complaining," Mick replied, wrapping his free arm around her. He was feeling rather nicely boneless as well. "That was some good trouble."
"We just... We're in my office," Amde mumbled, shifting a bit to meet Mick's gaze. She was smiling.
"Obviously, I need to make a list so I can check your office off of it," Mick replied. He was not at all surprised by the soft swat she gave him on the arm. And then she settled back against him, fitting all too well.
Mick closed his eyes for a long moment, until Amde finally moved to pull away from him.
"I need a shower," Amde said as she looked around for where her clothing had landed. "Yours, I'm thinking."
"I'll have to join you," Mick replied, holding up his bandaged finger. "I require round-the-clock care, after all."
They'd take care of each other. They'd promised, after all.
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