Hey ya'll
This is my first finished story, so don't hurt me. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: -sigh- I don't own Fire Emblem in any way, don't sue me.
Caress
Myrrh was disgusted with herself. She felt dirty, vile, filthy. She would even go so far as to describe the feeling as sluttish or even whorish. But…it felt, so good. She was addicted, and nothing else could make her feel so safe. She detested the content feeling she experienced as his hands gently caressed her bare breasts, pulling her closer to him in the bed. When was the first time she felt the touch of his hands against the soft flesh of her bosom? Ah yes, when he had tripped down the stairs all those years ago in Darkling Woods, before the demon king. She smiled and cried tears of shame simultaneously as she let her memory drift.
:Flashback:
He was running around outside the Black Temple, being his usual hyper self, when he had yelped and shouted for her to look out. Naturally she turned around, only for him to slam into her, his hands accidentally groping her chest. He quickly aZephyrought her arm up and dazedly cupped a hand around her left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She immediately frowned: it didn't feel the same as when he did it.
:End Flashback:
Myrrh broke down crying, getting the attention of the boy beside her. "Myrrh? Are you ok?" He sat up and stared into her eyes, his hands still resting upon her breasts.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled, still crying. "Just, just…keep your hands off me…" The boy was taken aback by this.
"But Myrrh…alright, if that's what you want. I'm just confused; you were the one who asked me to, all those years ago. You told me that in made you feel safe and─"
"That was then, this is now!" Myrrh shouted, "I may have felt safe and content back then, but now I just feel like a whore!" By this time Myrrh was out of the bed, using her wings to hover out of reach. "I'm dirty, vile, filthy, soiled─"
White light flared as the boy spread his own, enormous wings, "ENOUGH! How dare you even think like that! I only do this because I love you, and I would do anything to make you happy!" he roared. Myrrh stared into his azure eyes as he held her in the air, a single twitch of his powerful white and black wings holding them aloft.
"Zephyr…"
"Others may think of you that way, but I don't, so stop being so harsh on yourself. You did tell me you didn't care what others thought." Myrrh was stunned, to say the least. "You're right…" she muttered, as memory drifted again…
:Flashback:
"Zephyr?" Myrrh asked sweetly, sneaking up behind him. She had always admired him, his shining white wings and their dark black undersides, his night black hair, the black silken trenchcoat that made him look even cooler than he was already, him. "Um, about earlier…"
"Oh, that? I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to." Myrrh blushed at his answer, knowing that her request would cause his belief that she was oh-so-innocent to crumble.
"Th-that's not what I meant. I was wondering if tonight you could hold me like that again. Longer this time?"
Zephyr was taken aback by this but answered just the same, "Um, sure. If that's what you want."
:End Flashback:
Myrrh smiled and rested her head against Zephyr's chest, feeling his hand hesitantly rest upon her right breast. She no longer felt disgusted with herself.
Ok, I NEED reviews, so tell me what you think…AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU FLAME! Btw, my inspiration for this was a fic titled Touch.