Chapter 1—Sora and Kairi

Sora jumped into a sitting position, Kingdom Key in his hand with a flash. He was sweating and breathing hard. However, there was nothing but a darkened bedroom, slightly cluttered after just moving here. He sighed; he saved so much munny for this house, but the nightmares still plauged him. He looked over to his side to see Kairi looking up at him with tired, worried eyes. Sora could barely contain the love he had for her—whatever diety decided to make her so beautiful that no amount of darkness could touch her, Sora had no idea.

"Was it another nightmare, Sora?" She asked sleepily.

Sora could only nod. He hoped that her voice had silenced him.

She sat up slowly next to him, her hand laying on top of his gently. "Sora."

The dream was always the same. He was in the room that had the tall white chairs, his heart nearly lost to the darkness. Xehenort stood in front of him with a menacing grin, his hand beckoning him to come.

"Come, Sora!" he would always say. "Come to the fated place! The time has come for us to end this fight once and for all—"

At the last word Xehenort's face twisted horribly, his features becoming mangled. What stared back at Sora's face was… him, but not him. His eyes were yellow, his hair was pitch black. He was the embodiment of evil.

"Come, you coward!" he spoke, his voice dripping with the darkness Sora struggled so hard to quell. "Or are too afraid of the dark?"

Sora shuddered at the horrific memory. It was only the warmth of Kairi's body that calmed him. "I can't stand seeing you like this."

"I know, I just don't know what to do," he responded quickly. "We defeated Xehenort six years ago! I almost lost you so many times, not to mention Riku! If he's back—"

"Sora," Kairi said softly, almost like a whisper. "Calm down. Maybe we should go see Master Yen Sid in the morning. Maybe he could help us understand why your having these dreams; we can go together."

That bought a smile to his face. Going anywhere with Kairi made him happy, even under circumstances like this. Then a thought occurred to him. "Maybe Donald and Goofy will be there too!"

She giggled at his innocence. It was one of the first things that she fell in love with—well, that and some other things. What attracted her the most, however, was his heart, how it wouldn't sway when it came to his friends.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, leaving Sora blushing. "Get some sleep."

A mischievous glint reached his eyes, obvious even in the darkness. "But I can't sleep now."

Kairi knew where this was going. "Sora, let me sleep at least—"

Too late; Sora's lips were already touching the base of her neck softly, a soft moan escaping from her throat. She held onto him, her right hand on the back of his head, the other wrapped around his back, almost as if by instinct. He was gentle with her, as if she was the most precious stone in all the worlds. Sora's arms held onto her tightly as he tortured her, his tongue dancing across the skin on her neck. One of his moved to her chest, squeezing softly yet firmly.

With what little resolve Sora was quickly taking away from her, she tried to rebel, pushing as hard as she could. "Sora," she moaned. "P-please, you have to stop."

He began to pull away. She knew it was hard for him, but he always managed to hold himself back if she asked. But her body had already begun to react to his touch; her entire body had heated up, and she was moist between her legs. A small whimpering noise escaped her lips before she could stop herself. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, tried anything to control herself.

Sora smiled at himself. Serves you right, he thought a bit spitefully. He had acted without thinking, teasing himself as much as his wife. The taste of Kairi's skin still lingered on his tongue. He wanted, longed for her, but he wouldn't force her into anything; if she says stop, he stops—no questions, no arguments.

He felt Kairi's hand rubbing the length of him over his pants, a small noise escaping him. "I thought you said no—"

Her lips were on his quickly, silencing him. Kairi lead Sora's own hand to her sleeping shorts, opening her legs slightly. He started to move his own hand, adding pressure to her sex. She moaned softly and deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with his. She moved her hand underneath his pants quickly, her fingers closing around his length. She started to stroke him slowly, her soft skin running asking every inch of him.

Sora moved his hand underneath her shorts, sliding her fingers into her. No longer was she simply moist; she was wet. She disengaged the kiss to unleash the moan his fingers caused. Kairi's hips began to move on their own. Her body was heating up more and more as the moments passed.

"S-Sora," she managed to stammer, breaking the passionate kiss. "Please."

She didn't say anymore; she didn't have to. Sora climbed to his knees, slowly pulling her shorts down, throwing them to the side after taking them off. Sora could see her sex now, could see the wetness even in the darkness in the room. Kairi sat up, hooking her thumbs around Sora's waistband, pulling them down slightly before Sora adjusted himself to allow her to pull them down a bit more. As Sora was pulling them off, Kairi was feeling the muscles of his arms and abdomen, feeling how they tightened and relaxed as he moved.

Sora was over her only a second later, looking into her eyes, as if asking for silent confirmation. She kissed him in answer, looking him in the eyes, showing him every piece of love that she had for him.

Sora slowly moved into her, and she moaned at the thickness of him. She held onto him tightly as he entered her further and further, until finally no more would enter. He was deep, stretching her sex. She moaned in pleasure he caused.

He began to move, Kairi's moans reverberating throughout the room as he repeatedly penetrated her, sliding into and out of her wetness. Instincts took over the moment, Sora moving harder and rougher into her, Kairi's hips and moans reacting to his movement, his heat, him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him even deeper into her. Sweat was glistening on the couple, evidence of their passion clear on their bodies.

"Sora," she spoke between loud moans. "I-I'm gonna—"

"Me too," Sora answered.

Their movements became more erratic, their moans becoming more primal. Their climax together filled the entire house with their passion, their love. Kairi's body drank all of him hungrily, the heat reaching deeper and deeper into her.

After some time passed, they lay next to each, their arms wrapped around each other. They were drenched in sweat and breathing hard. Kairi nuzzled her head into Sora's chest silently with a small, tired smile. Sora placed his hand on the back of her head gently and closed his eyes, the memory of the nightmare gone from his mind.

He didn't dare sleep until he could hear Kairi's rhythmic breathing, the telltale sign that she was sleeping soundly. He hoped their visit to Yen Sid helped him understand the nightmare.

He hoped it was just nightmare.