Till We Meet Again.
Just a story centered between Fayt and Sophia. A lemon specially manufactured by Puffy.
Prologue
"Sophia?" Fayt said in surprise. He didn't expect to see her at this time of the night.
The lone figure on the bench gave a startled jump and turned toward him.
"Fayt!…you scared me! I thought everyone's asleep." Her voice sounded a little breathless.
Fayt chuckled.
"I didn't think you'd still be afraid of the dark, or you won't be sitting there all alone while everyone is asleep. But I guess you're still a trifle scared, huh?"
"You just startled me. That's all." Sophia said indignantly.
Wisely, Fayt kept quiet. He sat beside her and gazed out. The moon cast an ethereal beauty on the landscape, giving it a dream like quality.
This balcony behind the throne room was her favorite spot on castle Aquaria. He could see why.
For sometime they sat together talking about plans, things they have to do before setting out to the Mosel Dunes.
Then they became quiet.
"Fayt?" Sophia said softly breaking the silence.
"Yes?"
"Ummm…It's nothing."
"Come on, what is it you want to tell me?" He insisted.
"This is a really beautiful castle isn't it?"
"Yes it does. It certainly has charm so unlike our structures back home."
"It makes me feel like a princess, like some kind of fairytale come true." Sophia laughed a little nervously.
"All it needs now is a handsome prince."
"Ummm I know it may sound sexist but, this is a Theocratic country and the queen rules supreme as the Holy Mother. I don't think there will be any male royalties in the future."
Sophia shook her head.
"No Fayt. That isn't what I meant."
"Huh?" He looked completely clueless that Sophia didn't know whether to laugh or be angry with him.
"What I mean is, there isn't any knight who will appear to save the damsel in distress, is there?" Sophia finished, her gaze unwavering.
For a moment Fayt couldn't understand what Sophia was up to. Then he saw the uncertainties in her eyes.
It all came rushing to him then.
Sophia is frightened.
The uncertain future, those bazillion questions that still remain unanswered, if they will be able to survive this, if they even have a chance against this Luther…are they just data? Codes? Programmed to think like this, act like this, look like this?
And yet they feel pain when they get wounded, feel sadness, anger, joy…are those emotions pre-programmed too?
Surely no amount of programming genius can make anyone hurt like he did at the loss of his father…the aching despair that almost drove him insane when he heard Sophia was captured by the Veendeni, nor this raging desire to protect her at all costs.
He knew Sophia is too gentle, not cut off to fight. She has never been an energetic girl as Dion put it.
Just like a healer can't take life, Sophia can't kill anything, even if it is a monster.
And yet, fight she must. For she was entrusted with thepower to connect both worlds, and without her, it's not possible to find Luther.
But surely she must know that he won't abandon her all alone? That he will protect her…so why does she look at him like that?
Suddenly he knelt before her. Sophia was startled.
The gesture made her heart beat faster, somehow she felt as if he was courting her like those knights of countless ages past.
There was an air of nervousness about him and despite the dim light; she could see the flush in his face.
Sophia never thought to see him like this; he was always so sure of himself, so confident of what he wants in life, his unyielding principles.
Of all the years they have been together, this was the first time she saw him hesitant.
Fayt took her hand.
He was trembling.
Never in his life had he exposed himself to such vulnerability, he was about to declare his feelings for her and if she laughed back at his face, his humiliation would be complete.
But he had to let her know, he may never have another chance.
"Am I not worthy enough my princess? Are you unhappy with me?" He said in a voice, a little breathlessly, a little shaky from sheer nervousness.
Too shocked to say anything Sophia could only look at him.
"I'm not born of royal blood, I cannot be a prince in frilly clothes and white tights…but I AM the knight who will protect you, defend you and keep you safe…For you my princess, I'll gladly lay down my life." He vowed in a quiet voice.
"Oh!" Sophia gasped. She was hoping he'd tell her that there's nothing to worry about, that he'll always be there at her side. But this…for Fayt to offer his life for her safety, it made her lightheaded.
Misunderstanding her silence, Fayt felt discouraged.
"No good? You don't feel safe in my hands?"
Sophia shook her head and hastened to assure him.
"No, it's not that…Thank you Fayt.
"I am really scared, my knees can't stop shaking from the constant battles, and…I really don't feel like killing anything, even if they're monsters."
"Every time we fight those monsters I was afraid that one of us would get killed, that it would be the end for all of us…that I might die. But if you really mean what you said, that you'll protect me, then I think I can go on."
"It goes without saying Sophia, you should know me better than that." Fayt said, head bowed, his face still flushed.
Strangely enough, he could not find the energy to move from his current position.
'Damn!' He swore silently, it wasn't going as he'd hoped, yes he'd protect her with his life but that wasn't all he wanted to tell her, how was he to tell her that he lov—
Her cool fingers framing his face startled him.
As if compelled, his eyes sheared directly to hers.
"You'll really do that? You'll lay down your life for me?" Sophia asked softly. Her blue eyes were very bright, the moonbeam gave them a crystal effect, reflecting dazzling shades of light.
Fayt swallowed. To be so close to her like this, their noses nearly touching was making his insides churn.
It wasn't as if he had never dated anyone before, he had had his share of making out with other girls, so why was he trembling like this?
"Yes." He said, in a hoarse voice he himself barely recognizes.
"Why?" Sophia pressed on. She could feel it; she could sense that they were on the verge of something.
He turned a shade darker.
"Do I have to have a reason?" He protested.
Sophia smiled. Somehow she already knew, but she wanted to hear it out loud.
"Tell me." She insisted. Then she let him see her own feelings, allowed him to see her innermost thoughts.
What he saw in her eyes almost mesmerized Fayt. Is that what he hopes it is? Or is he just deluding himself?
Heh! He was never pretty with words any way. He could show her far better.
Without another word he sought her lips.
He meant the kiss to be light and easy. But the first touch of her lips sent a shock of raw desire through him.
He had never felt this excited before, not even with his first girl. Nor had he ever felt this curious feeling, as if he is being charged with electricity every time their lips would touch.
Sophia had never been kissed before, he could tell her inexperience from the way she shyly kept her lips closed, too embarrassed to grant him access just yet. And this inflamed him even more.
"Open for me love." He commanded breathlessly, "Let me in…"
"Fayt." She said. His words sent a current of electricity through her body, embarrassingly centered towards a part of her that was quintessentially feminine.
It was enough. Sophia could only clutch at his nightshirt as he swiftly filled her mouth.
Kissing had never been this exciting nor half as pleasurable. Fayt thought, giddy with delight.
She was so warm, so soft and he couldn't get enough of her.
Alarm bells started to warn him that he is fast losing control but Fayt couldn't stop himself, not even if his life depended on it!
He had always wondered what it would be like to kiss her and to discover that she's more than what he'd dream of…
Sophia gasped as she felt his hands beneath her gown, caressing her bare stomach. They were so close, so very close to her breasts!
"Fayt!" She gasped, suddenly afraid.
Of course she loves him, she had always known since she was small that he is the only one for her, but…she's not yet ready for this!
"No Fayt. Please Stop." She cried as he cupped her breasts. The feel of his rough palms as he gently squeezed her, made her moan. Unexpected pleasure rippled trough her body, and unconsciously her body begged for more.
But her sound of distress pierced through his hazy mind. Breathlessly, Fayt pulled back.
Almost in a daze he stared down at her, her face flushed, her lips bruised red, her nightgown in disarray.
He could not remember when he had pushed her to lie on the bench nor when he had slipped his hands beneath her clothing,
The memory of her silken skin still burns in his palms.
Damn! He had never lost control before. How shocked she must have been with his actions!
"I…I…" He could not bring out the words to apologize, for in truth he was not sorry at all. He had wanted her for a long time, waited for her for too long. In truth he waited only for 4 years but it still felt as if a lifetime has gone by.
"I didn't mean to lose control." He murmured. That was as close to an apology he could get.
"Fayt…" She said softly, smiling tremulously. When he had pulled back she felt suddenly cold as if he had taken all the warmth with him.
Fayt directed his gaze elsewhere, thinking that if he continued staring at her face he'd kiss her again and—
Looking down was the worst mistake.
The thin cloth of her nightgown proved to be little protection as her nipples stood clearly outlined through the cloth.
Before he could stop himself, Fayt bent his head low and stroked one of her nipples with his tongue.
Strangely enough, her sound of startled pleasure brought him back to his senses but it also made him clench his teeth in frustration.
He knew they were going too fast, that she was not ready for him yet. But still, this tortured longing would kill him sooner than any monster!
"I'm sorry." He whispered pulling back. And to make sure he doesn't lose control again, Fayt stood up and turned his back on her.
"I never felt this way with anyone…" He confessed. "Never thought of my hands, my mouth as…" He swallowed, shutting his eyes as he remembered her taste, her softness. The fine trembling of his body betrayed just how little hold over control he really has.
"My mouth and my hands…they were made to touch you, feel you, taste you…as I am made to love you."
"Fayt." Sophia said softly. He was surprising her all the time. She knew he was a passionate man, but this intense?
His words brought a resonating response from deep within her, a primitive recognition of her man.
The Man to her Woman.
"I think you better go back inside now." Fayt almost pleaded. He knew that if he turn to her now, he'd drag her down, to hell with the lack of bed! And kiss her and take her and fill her body again and again until she feels empty if he is not there.
Sophia knew what he wanted to say. Though her yearning to know the full measure of his passion was no lesser than his, Sophia wanted to wait for some more time. Their newly found relationship deserves to be cherished after all.
She gathered the edges of her gown; found that a button is missing.
Before entering the building she glanced back at him. Fayt still stood there, his back to her, hands still clenched at his sides.
"I love you too." She said softly.
The slight tensing of his body told her he heard.
Then she was gone.
TO BE CONTINUED….
Author's notes:
I'm quite sure, most peeps would prefer Nel/Mirage/Maria to Sophia. Character-wise, Sophia tends to be too feminine to be a figther, and she seems to be so helpless and delicate.
Personally, I cannot imagine Fayt with another girl, except for Sophia or Maria. But then Maria is not someone who looks as if she's inclined to 'indulge' in girlish fantasies. She knows what she wants and how to get it, and I simply cannot picture her acting moony with Fayt.
Mirage looks good with Cliff and as for Nel, I want to believe she belongs with Clair. Hehehe!
Now, I don't have to give a reason as to why I chose the SxF pair, but I feel like chattering so I might as well put it here.
Simply put, Fayt and Sophia belong to each other, and no matter how many possible endings there are in the game, theirs is The Only True one. Well, I personally didn't like the way the game ended either, and many has claimed that other paired endings are far better than FaytxSophia ending, but then, there are many indications in the main game that showed that Fayt and Sophia are beginning to be more than friends.
For one thing, Fayt didn't want Sophia to get mad at him at the very beginning of the game, well how many male 'friends' out there would go to such a length as to beg, just to please or make up? And about Fayt's reaction to Ameena and Dion, heh! I don't know why he's so affected when he had just met the two.As for Sophia, her disappointment with Fayt when he chose to playgames rather than hang out with her, sounds a little fishy to me. I think, the way Sophia was the first one Fayt saw upon waking up after the battle with Luther is the best indication of how things are turning out for thetwo.
So there it goes. I borrowed a lot of situations from the main game itself, as one who have played the game should know.
Ciao!