Disclaimer: I don't own FF9
A/N: Some short Beatrix x Freya meaning this is a lesbian pairing.
Sword and lance conflicted, sending a high-pitched resonance of steel. The two weapons grinded against each other, sparks flying, the bearers staring into each other's narrowed eyes. In unison, they withdrew their attack, jumping back on opposite sides of the arena, breathing hard, bodies poised for the next assault.
During this pause, Beatrix's imagination distracted itself with imagining Freya's body, hidden by a short but wide-framed rose-red dress. The Dragon Knight's crest hid the curve of her breasts. Likewise, her hat, as red as her outfit, covered her silver mane. Everything about her was hidden, unobtainable. It was awkward for Beatrix to think of the other woman this way. Although Freya had human characteristics and appearance, she also had aspects of a rat. She was always on the balls of her feet, so natural with the stance that she would put a ballerina to shame. Her nose was long and pointed with thin wavy whiskers-- the most prominent feature that separated her from humans. Freya's tail wagged slowly, impatient and on guard.
It was her fighting spirit and loyalty to her kingdom that made Beatrix fall for her, despite their species. She inwardly chuckled. She thought she could forge a romantic bond with Steiner easlly, being both soldiers and loyal to Alexandria, but his temper tried her patience and he didn't challenge her as Freya did. Freya wasn't at her level of expertise, yet she was the only one who made her at least break a sweat.
Suddenly Beatrix saw the point of the lance drawing near-- almost too late. She jumped to the side, surprise blatant on her face. She quickly brushed it off and pretended that she saw that coming all along, merely letting Freya get close to spite her.
Beatrix flipped her chestnut curls behind her, putting on an air of bravado. Despite these efforts, Freya knew she was slipping. She saw a glint of longing in the woman's eye. The feeling was mutual. It teased Freya's heart in so many ways. She felt as though she could let go of Sir Fratley when in this woman's arms, but Beatrix's wrath upon Burmecia and later Cleyra haunted Freya. She couldn't let go of the bitterness in her chest. She saw Beatrix's smile flicker. She knew why it could never be as well.