Written from 27.06.09, 2.07.09

Hello fellow yuri fans. Yet another chapter. The getting 3 and 6 together arc is over and I'll return to this fic, when I get new ideas (or you give me some ideas). This chapter is a sort of epilogue to chapter 6.

Scene 7

I'm so tired. My body feels sore and numb, especially there. And I think there are still a few bite-marks I didn't regenerate. Galatea was like a frigin' tropical storm. I've lost count how many times it hit me already…

And that tropical storm is currently lying next to me. Her queen-like hair spilled over the ground, eyes closed, her breasts softly rising with each breath. OK, less focus on the breasts there, Miria… Her mouth is slightly open, showing her teeth. At least this time those teeth aren't digging into me.

Even though she took it out on me with full force, I withstood it all. I even wore her out… I feel as though I've won, well sort of… Maybe she got way more pleasure out of that victory, but still… I won.

And my prize is lying next to me, asleep and, hopefully finally satisfied.

Mission Complete?

I guess so. I lean over and kiss her lips.

What now?

Ah… I don't know. I really don't. What usually comes after a mission?

DEBRIEFING… I guess…

As I think that, the sun rises in the far horizon, blinding me with it's light. Morning after a long passionate night. And it feels great. It's almost like I'm not facing life and death situations on a daily basis. Almost. I can't say if I love Galatea, cause I don't think I know what love is. But she's my escape from the usual yoma-slasher and renegade double life. And I'm thankful for at least that…

And that escape was waking up. She hasn't opened her eyes yet, but I can feel her yoki rising. I hope she won't demand another round, but if she will, I'll just go with it and drain her to the last drop.

"Morning Miria…" – she said in her 'cute' voice.

I answer with a faint smile and look into the horizon. This place seemed way more beautiful at night. Now it was just a plain hill over a lake. All the atmosphere from lat night was gone.

"What are you thinking?" – she asks.

"I guess some things look better at night than in the light of the …Ouch."

She poked me in the side, and gave me a little glare.

"I wasn't referring to you, dummy! I was talking about the scenery here. I wasn't talking about you…" – I say while touching my side, that was rather painful…

"Oh really… Well then what can you say about me?"

"Oh please… Gala…" – I shake my head, but she's acting like it's serious business.

I look at her. I guess her generic beauty works even in the morning. Her hair has a few split ends, but still she looks like a village beauty queen. Well maybe a village beauty queen after a hard day's work at the mill.

"It's great… you just need to…"

I reach my hand to adjust Galatea's famous fringe, but she slaps my hand away.

"Don't touch the bangs, dangit… If I were you, I'd be more worrying about your hedgehog hair you have right now…"

"OK, OK." – and yeah my hair is probably a royal mess, - "Geez, why so aggressive? Aren't you supposed to be a calm defensive type?"

"That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm protecting my hair… Any objections?"

"No-no. But still, Galatea, how did someone as forceful and impulsive as you become a defensive type. Just doesn't make sense…"

Galatea gave me a look like I said something incredibly dumb.

"Miria, you're an offensive type. That's painfully obvious. All you care… or used to care…" – she winks at me, - "…is fighting. You want to go and destroy your enemies. That doesn't mean you don't plan or ush straight in, but that's your mission. Destruction…"

"You're awfully simplifying things here. I could the same say, you, instead of focusing on the fighting were worrying not to mess up your hair or otherwise protect your regal looks… "

"But aren't they worth protection? I care for myself. I want to retain my human side first and foremost…" – she did a very theatrical reach for the sky.

"Yeah. Cause Yoma are fugly…" – I nod at her making the most serious face I can.

She's slightly pissed, but she had it coming…

"You only fight. You don't really care about things that are secondary. Like beauty or say… pleasure…" – she stared me in the eyes and sent a small yoki wave over my body.

I can't really reply anything to that. I didn't think about trivial human stuff like that. Until maybe a few days ago. Galatea sees this in my eyes, and smirks.

"Still you were very aggressive in your approach to me…" – can't deny that can you.

"I'm different. I don't want to destroy things. I want to obtain them. Use them for my own pleasure, care for them, protect them… You know, love them…"

"It explains your powers, but that's still pretty offensive in actions. Wouldn't you rather confess your feelings and wait for my reaction?" – I ask.

"I'm just decisive… But to make it more understandable. Let's for example suppose Ophelia took a liking to you? What would she do?"

I don't even want to imagine that… She'd…

"She'd just pin you to a tree and fuck the shit out of you. Sorry for phrasing it like that. But it gets the point across." – Galatea stretched out on the grass, - "So you should be thankful that a defensive type fell for you."

"Guess so… You just want to obtain me and use me for your pleasure. Those were your words, I believe…" – what do you say to that, lover?

She rolled over and picked a flower from the ground.

"Yeah… that's pretty much it…" – she said…

What? Is that what I am to you? And what about all the….

"Say Miria, do you know what love is?" – Galatea turned to me.

"The more I hear the less I understand…" – I bet she can hear the anger in my voice.

"It's actually really simple. You belong to me and I belong to you." – she comes closer, - "While you are mine to play with, I'm also intrusting you with my body and my heart, for you to do as you please…"

"…"

"Did that answer your little question?"

"Your body and your heart, huh?"

"Every little inch…"

We kiss. On top of this sunlight hill wearing only our feelings…

"Well, maybe except the hair."

"Oh shut up and kiss."

End of Scene 7…

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