Her innocence is what attracted me first. What gets me off the most is the way her eyes get big at the mere mention of sin or something morally wrong. Her body betrays her innocence in every way. Her lips are full and pouty and are soft pink in color. I love it when her tongue darts out to moisten them and they glisten and shine; they end up being so kissable.
When I saw her last she had very short hair. The length barely came to her shoulders. Now her hair is once again long and beautiful. Sometimes we stand by the water, where the boats come to ferry people across the large moat to the castle, and I purposely have her stand with her back to the wind so that I can see those long strands billow about her face. I'm always catching myself smelling her hair when we embrace; a guilty pleasure.
My angel is so short, but she is strangely well built. Her legs are long and slender, her waist soft, but firm. She has the smallest hands I have ever seen. If I hold up my hand against hers I know I could fold the tops of my fingers over hers easily.
My love for her feels dirty, where her love for me feels so pure, so child-like. I admit that I have guilty thoughts for her, but I can't help the way I think. That damn jumpsuit teased me perpetually throughout our travels together. It hugged each and every curse, of which I still know nothing about.
She has denied nearly all of my most primal needs. When we embrace and my hands accidently move to undress her, she quickly pushes herself away from me and scolds me for trying to take advantage of her, of her innocence. I should be angry, I should be furious for pity's sake, considering I risked everything and nearly two years of my life to come back to her, but I do not. Although she tells me no, that we have to wait, there is lust in her eyes.
The first time I saw it I didn't believe what I was seeing. I put it behind me, believing that it was only wishful thinking. A plan formulated in my mind when I caught the look for a second and third time. My innocent little angel could not hide from her frustrations forever. No human being could. All I have to do is wait…
To be continued…
A/N: Well, here ya go! I never really liked the fanfics that portray Zidane and Dagger doing it as soon as he comes back from the Iifa Tree. I mean, those are really sweet and all, but I could definetly see Dagger as still being pretty much naive and innocent towards anything sexual. Zidane, on the other hand, probably would pop like a bubble if he didn't get laid soon! However, not every person is immune to the primal needs that possess human beings.
I shall continue this soon! :D Hope ya likey. :3
~Leife