Add ideas to spare time, a hint of boredom, a speck of imagination, and voila! A mini-series is born. I'm hoping to blend my sense of humor with my sense of mature romance, and if all goes well, it should be a pretty decent story. I'm crossing my fingers on this one. Advice will be greatly appreciated.
Dilemma of the Sky Pirate
Vaan was tossing and turning in his bed. It had already been half a year since the coronation ceremony of Queen Ashe and the restoration of Dalmasca's sovereignty, but for the young sky pirate, the storm had not yet passed.
In terms of puberty that is.
About a month prior he had finally reached the stage where, after several passes of the tall mirror in his hallway, noticed that his vest was, perhaps, a bit small to say the least. He also noticed that his hair, which he delicately tended to every day with his favourite "kiwi" fruit fusions, bounced around in the sun as any Dalmascan school girl's would.
Lately, he had figured out that when men asked for his number, they were looking for a little more than just friendship.
He had even been accepted as a cast member of a play at a local theatre, but his joy came to an abrupt end when his script he eventually received was titled "Juliet".
His ultimate downfall came just a couple of weeks later, when he was nominated by a prestigious beauty pageant to become one of its contestants. His position was later repealed however, when it was revealed that Vaan was, in fact, a male.
But Vaan's greatest concern was not his disturbingly effeminate appearance; it was much more critical, much more pubescent. It was the fact that he began to realize that he was not living together with a partner as much as a pretty young woman: Penelo.
It began with Penelo's sudden and uncalled-for-make-over from a rather depressing leather "flight-suit" to a rather revealing belly-dancer outfit.
He found his vision often drifting downwards as he talked to her face to face, and down her back as she walked away.
This was usually followed by a very awkward sensation and a dramatic increase in blood pressure in a certain part of the body.
Vaan turned over once more. It just seemed like a part of him wanted to release his animal instincts all over Penelo, while the other kept him to his senses. Lately, he felt that the latter part was losing the battle.
He opened his eyes. From the Gil they had amassed during their quest with the now long-parted team, the two budding sky pirates were just able to afford a small apartment flat overlooking Rabanastre's main square. It included nothing but the standard: a bathroom, dining/kitchen, a pitiful excuse for a living room, balcony, study, and a bedroom.
As singular as the number of each different kind of room in the apartment, so was the number of beds. Or simply, bed. This presented a very awkward situation for Vaan. The floor was too cold to sleep on, and the pull out couch was now permanently a couch so to speak. This was, after a brief and destructive incident when Ashe wandered into their flat completely drunk from the New Years Gala.
Nevertheless, the two had been sleeping close to one another ever since they were children. Vaan knew that it should be something he was perfectly used to, but at this very moment it time, things were changing. He was a child no longer.
The sight of Penelo's peaceful, sleeping face flooded his eyes. He looked at her lips, round and supple. Vaan yearned to kiss them, to embrace her tongue with his. His eyes moved further down. Her chest rose and fell under the silky white undergarments. From where he was, Vaan could clearly see down to her breasts; Penelo's soft pink skin shaded blue in the summer moonlight. He slowly slid his hand forward. His heart beat faster and faster, the thumps so loud he feared that they would wake her. Further he reached.
"Vaan…" Penelo mumbled.
He froze. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of his face, his lungs felt crushed by a sudden wave of panic and guilt.
"Vaan…stop riding the fridge down the stairs…you'll get hurt…mnymm"
He let out a deep sigh of relief. Sleep talking…she couldn't have chosen a worse time, he thought.
He turned over on to his back and shook his head.
"What am I thinking…?"
Vaan slipped out from the sheets and felt his way across the wall to the washroom. He flicked the light on with a click. As shameful as he felt about what he was about to do, he couldn't help it. The lust and passion was overwhelming.
Vaan firmly closed the door behind him.