**FFVIII Belongs to Square Enix. I'm just borrowing them for fun!***
The Last Reverie
Her fingers entwined themselves lovingly in his hair. Desperate to hold his focus steady before his mind could slip away once more into the seduction of her euphoric scent and the warmth of her bare skin on top of him.
"We can't pretend this isn't a problem anymore..." Her hands slid from his hair to his face feeling the rough texture that had grown on his cheeks since their resolve of not leaving her bed until they were forced apart once more by duty. "Just please, promise me that?"
His voice got painfully caught in his throat leaving the room in a burdening silence.
She urged more urgently now. "It's the only thing I'll ever ask for... I promise."
She could see the instant rejection of the idea in his face which only made her more determined now in her movements, pulling herself deeper on to him, then in a mock attempt of strength she pinned his roaming hands to the bed.
Cascades of that raven hair he loved so much was grazing his face.
"I'm serious!"
He wondered what kind of reaction she wanted from him. His tactful side should weigh the odds of the request and easily agree that it would logically make the most sense for him to be the one. Never before did he have to worry about his own conscious coming into play and interfering with the business side of things. He wondered if she was waiting for him to quietly agree with her or passionately fight against the notion, like those men in her romantic novels he caught her reading the other day. He was sure she wanted one of those two things. Her eyes pleading with him told him so. Why was it so hard to just a clear emotion either way?
He looked away, taking the easy way out once again. It was just easier that way. Ignore the situation. Don't respond.
He easily pulled his hand out from her grip bringing it to his hair forcefully brushing it back, matching the frustrated sound leaving his chest.
He didn't need to look at her to see the disappointment his actions had caused. He could feel her body rise up to look down at him more clearly.
To say the lest, it was an awkward silence.
He could feel her fingertips slowly graze his stomach, etching his defined skin as if she was doing a maze. Despite the building frustration in his head, her fingers made the heat rise in him again setting off the unnaturally arousing fire that could easily consume him.
He glared at her and she responded by giving small sheepish smile knowing he didn't enjoy the newfound powers she sometimes used to get the advantage in bed. He knew she enjoyed the fact that she had this power over him, both the magic and natural ability to over come his senses.
Not that he truthfully minded the sensation, just not being able to return the pleasure he felt.
She quickly retract the smile pretending to go into a serious frown of disappointment, mocking his very look he was sure, till her face could no longer take the unnatural expression. Then she laughed.
It was her laugh that made him let go of his anger now, as he grabbed her hips enough to throw her off balanced to throw her down and pull himself on top. She was hardly a match for him strength wise, and thankfully that would likely never change.
She gave a small delighted laugh, unalarmed by his intent of moving past her taunting's in order to finally get the connection his body seemed to never cease yearning for.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her body to meet his causing her body to arch back in pleasure.
He stabilized himself over her and this time was gentle enough to let her catch his pace. He lowered his lips to hers as soon as the sounds left her lips in agreement of the position. Her lips gravitated to his, matching his own need in strength, only to surrender when the moans lodged in her throat needed to escape.
Her hands clawed in rapture at his back, drawing him closer with each movement gaining more momentum then the last. He could feel her body tensing and slowly without warning the light in her eyes seemed to drift away for a moment as he felt the staggering release flow through her like water. Her breaths, uncensored, made her chest heave deeply into his for a few moments before the ultimately falling back into it's normal state. Suddenly he stopped.
"What's wrong?" Puzzled and slightly embarrassed by how his eyes suddenly retracted from her face all at once. "Squall?"
He pulled himself back nearly falling off the bed he could feel his muscles tensing up sporadically as he quickly pulled his clothes to him.
"Where are you going?" She said alarmed, trying to reach out to stop him as he stood up. He dodged her clumsily, as he pulled his jeans over his bear hips, nearly falling over on the way to the door.
"Squall!" She shouted, trying to find her clothes, but her calls where only answered by silence.