Author's Note: Terra/Ven is one of my favorite pairings, and Birth By Sleep is one of my favorite games ever, so I decided to write this. Vague Birth By Sleep spoilers, along with sexual themes.
Aqua was always after Terra, but that isn't what Terra always wanted. Terra had what he wanted. And that was Ven.
It was hard to pinpoint what I was running from at times. Aqua, she chased me, but I never really meant for her to catch up; Ven, either.
Ven…
Soft lips, sweet like soy. His hair always smelled exotic, something I could never really ever quite place. My fingers in his hair, my face close to his, was my favorite thing. I think it was his, too. He'd bash his eyelids femininely, Sky, and he never even truly did it on purpose, but it always took my breath away.
His eyes were big and blue, and I'd say, "Ven, your eyes are big and blue." And he always understood more than what I ever could have said; "big and blue" meant far more than just "big and blue." "Big and blue" meant "love."
Ven, your eyes are love.
My arm around his shoulder…that was one of my favorite things, too. I knew that he was improving in combat, but he was mine. Mine. I'd hold him 'til the last breath.
His skin was soft, like his lips. I could close my eyes and feel the ocean. And then I'd open my eyes and his would be closed. I'd trail my hand down across his collarbone, and I'd push back gently on his chest; not necessarily to pin him against the ground, but to show my dominance. My hand would make its way down his arm, his breath hitching as my fingertips danced softly across smooth skin.
Clothes would sadly stay on. I can honestly admit that it never got that far.
But far enough.
He was so stubbornly innocent, bucking his hips against me as I rubbed him through his pants.
"Te…rra -"
My name. On fire.
Only then could I readjust myself downwards on his body, my breath no longer hotly trickling down his neck, instead now pressing kisses to him through damp cloth. He'd make high-pitched groaning, moaning sounds; all new. For me. I'd wrap my lips on and all down him in the most sensual of ways, softly sucking and dabbing my tongue against him for added wetness and stimulation.
He tasted good through those baggy pants of his.
I'd switch him into a dominating - and yet submissive - position: me sitting back, his crotch delving into my thigh, straddling me. It would have been a dominate position for him if he had taken control.
He didn't.
He let me grasp his hips and control his eager body on mine. He never lasted long. He tasted new.
And still, Aqua chased me, and still, Ven's heart ran away. There wasn't a lot my insane mind could do. Seeing Ven's listless body on that white, white chair in that white, white room…
No, my favorite thing was seeing Ven that one last time.