"You really think you're all that," she whispered coyly in his ear, voice coated in seduction. "don't... you?"

The iron pools that nestled between lush, silver hair and fantastic features rolled up in ecstasy at hearing her tone. Images flashed through his minds eye in a torrent of pent-up fantasies he wished to carry out with the maiden that was strewn beside him, cloak of fine silks cast lazily about her. She rested on flat stomach, perched by her elbows, to chide and blow into his ear – the way she knew he liked. A favorite game of hers – to taunt with something so close, yet all too far. He turned his face to the side she stretched on, as she playfully tugged at his bangs and soft spikes, caressing a hand down his head flirtatiously toying with him.

The grass was cool beneath him, kissing his skin with the dampness and earthen smell.

"Rydia," the name left his lips along with his exhaled breath.

Her emerald eyes, focused on the task she set to doing, turned to darker jade as a dark passion sparked when her gems met his eyes. She rolled over him, slapping her palms on either side of his head, grinding against him in a sultry body roll.

He about exploded.

"You didn't answer... my question," she bent forward until her forehead rested on top of his, eyes closed to his. Her rosebud lips brushed against his.

He could not handle anymore.

His nerves were set afire, every touch prickling a deep response within him – her look, her scent, her movement sent him further off the edge.

Edge, edge, edge. Edge. He was Edge. Edge.

He loved when she asserted herself – loved it. Her dominance – he loved her. But now it was his turn. He was the man, and he was going got show her just exactly why he was – the – man.

He gave a feral growl, a seducers snarl, which caught her off guard.

Good.

He reacehd up, grabbed her thin writs, and quick as was trained to flipped her over.

Role reversal, spots switched, he ground into her. She elicited a sweet moan causing him to dive for her neck, the supple flesh smooth between his teeth, nipping gently at her collarbone. He turned his face diagonally up and noticed her creamy cheeks stained pink by the course of actions, eyes closed to hid the desire he knew was within her. He pressed her flat against the hillside dotted with tiny flowers that illustrated the plain like a masterpiece, restraining her arms with his experienced palms.

"I think I am all that," his breath scorched her ear as he ground out his words huskily. "...because I am."

He pulled on her earlobe, rolling the soft bit of flesh in his mouth with his expert tongue, her hips rolling into him, closing their distance. He sucked on it as he released to get rid of the moisture, delving into her for a searing kiss.

He got one thing right – he was good. And he was All That.

A/N: I don't know where this came from (perhaps my thoughts might have strayed to my boyfriend ".) but I enjoyed writing it for their (Edge and Rydia's) sake :3

Owaru – Jaa! :D