Hiya! It's Blue. My first fanfic, and it's...a lemon. 0.o I don't know wether to run and hide or jump up and down in excitment... so I'll do a little of both. Anyways, here's a Balashe lemon for everyone...

He had come suddenly, yet she was not surprised. He had always been flighty, impossible to pin down. Without turning around, she said, "It took you long enough to come back. What took you?"

"I had run into some difficulties regarding the Aegyl. They're still having difficulties controlling their emotions, and I was forced into helping them." He replied laughingly. He wasn't laughing long, however, when she promptly turned and smacked him across the face- hard. "It's been two years, Balthier, two years! And the only contact I've had from you was a note, only to see you again during war! Have you no idea how worried I've been about you?!"

He gingerly touched the red mark on his face. "I have an idea. I'm back now, though. What do you wish to say?"

xXx

Ashe replayed the conversation in her head, the curtains fluttering in the night breeze. It had been two nights since it, and she still couldn't get it out of her mind. He had that effect on her- one look, a single smile, and it took days for her to get over it. It wasn't until she actually wanted him to feel the same way that she started getting concerned. Frowning, she turned back over in her bed, trying to get some sleep.

Hearing something on her balcony, she shot up, heart pounding. For a second, all was silent, than the faintest of scratches was heard again. Wrapping her quilt around her, she slipped out of bed, walking softly over to the door. They were partly open to keep the heat away, and she cautiously peered through them, hardly daring to breathe.

"Looking for someone, Princess?"

She jumped up, swearing loudly, than immediately blushed at her language. Spinning around, she saw Balthier smirking at her. "What are you doing here?" she hissed, self-consciously remembering that she was only clad in her nightgown, despite the quilt. Apparently not caring, Balthier rolled his eyes. "We weren't done conversing the other day, and I decided to come and finish it." Seeing her about to protest, he quickly continued. "You may have talked, Princess, but all I did was answer questions. Now, it is my turn to do the asking."

She bit her lip, realizing that nothing she did would change his mind. Sighing, she closed the balcony doors. Though she detested being alone with him, neither did she like the idea of someone eavesdropping or worse, walking in on them, in case they got the wrong idea. Gesturing toward a chair, the two sat, staring at each other. "Ok. What do you want to ask?" She said, pulling the quilt tighter.

He didn't hesitate. "Ok, first question: What have you been doing since we last saw each other, before Lemures?"

"Being Queen…what else? I have spent countless moments listening to commoners and nobles alike, coming to me to solve their problems. Not only that, but I've been visiting other kingdoms, attending meetings, and hosting parties to keep people happy." She said, sounding slightly annoyed.

He didn't look offended. "Alright. Where are your guards?"

"My guards?" A slight frown flittered across her face. "Why do want to know about that?"

"Just answer the question."

She blinked, than replied. "They're sleeping. I don't keep the castle guarded at night- no one would want to steal from it anyways."

Balthier chuckled. "From what I recall, I remember a young boy caught stealing from here once." She glared at him. "By you! And that was during the war- now that Dalmasca is free again, I keep it unguarded to show that I trust the people, and so far it is working- no one has broken in, and no one will." She eyed him suspiciously. "Were you going to?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. I already told you why I came."

She seemed to accept the answer, but the next one completely caught her off guard. "What would happen if I kissed you?" he asked, a strange fire in his eyes. She stared at him. "What? Balth…mmm!" he didn't bother waiting, kissing her anyways, crossing over to her in record speed. She also didn't expect the way her body reacted so violently, or the fact that she had kissed him back. They only broke apart when they needed air, and they clung to each other, gasping.

He looked surprised, at best. "I wasn't expecting that." He moaned, and she nodded her agreement. "What was that?" she said.

Balthier smirked at her. "That was just to prove that you do want my company, despite your protests." He laughed at her indignant look, and kissed her again to cut off her words. They were swallowed completely, and her arms snaked around him to grasp his hair firmly. She arched into him, and he shuddered, growing hard. If she noticed it she did not say anything, only led him to the bed, feeling as though someone else was controlling her legs. Though she was no virgin-she had been married before- she was still unsure of what to do. But no doubt that Balthier would help her out on what was going to happen next.

They broke apart, panting, her head buried in his chest. He looked at the bed, concerned. "Ashe…" he began, but she interrupted him. "Shut up." She growled, struggling to undo his vest. He laughed, shaking his head. "Looks like the power has shifted again." He said, and helped her. She practically tore if off, and he followed with tossing the shirt across the room. She let her finger roam across his chest, glad that it was muscular, despite his occupation. The moans coming from him encouraged her to continue, and her fingers traced random patterns as she memorized him.

They began traveling downwards, and when they brushed the top of his pants he had enough. Seizing her, they tumbled backward upon the bed, his lips claiming hers. She scrabbled with his pants, tugging on the tight fabric. One arm wrapped around her back, the other assisted in pulling the offending piece of clothing off and pushed into a heap of fabric at the bottom of the bed. The boots, too, were removed, so that he was only in his boxers.

It was his turn now to pull her nightgown off, and he freely let his hands roam over her body, causing her to squirm and moan in pleasure. If this was just what his touch did, then what would happen when they went further? The thought caused Balthier to smirk, and he immediately took one breast into his mouth, the other being massaged by his hand.

She moaned louder, her eyes fluttering from the feeling. Her hands scrabbled up and down his back, wanting to pull back but wanting to stay much more. He seemed to know this, and continued his task with added vigor to dispel the thought from her mind. Her hands stilled, and they clutched his shoulders.

Satisfied with his progress so far, he switched to the other breast, leaving the other red and puckered from his touch. The new assault, though expected, left her breathless. Arching her back to give him better access, she couldn't believe how fast they had gotten to this point. She no longer denied that she didn't want this, because the truth was, she wanted it-badly. She had wanted it ever since that first innocent kiss they had shared on a stormy night in the Paramina Rift, and now she was finally obtaining it. And it was much, much better than she imagined.

Balthier had finished, leaving fiery kisses on her heaving stomach. His fingers ghosted across her body, causing her to twitch and moan uncontrollably. He, too, was memorizing the body underneath him, trying to commit it to memory.

The fingers trailed down to her underwear, and almost contemptuously ripped it off. With a start, Ashe realized that she was completely naked, and in front of a sky pirate no less. Though her royal side screamed out in anger at what she was doing, her other side- the side that she had buried so long ago when her kingdom was captured- was crying out in sheer pleasure. And she chose to listen to that side, since she knew that it would be more rewarding at the end.

Her thoughts froze when she felt him touch her entrance, and for a split second her body grew rigid. But when he actually stuck a finger in, exploring her caverns, she resumed her previous antics. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and kissed her again, causing her to forget what they were doing in the first place. But her body still remembered, and she didn't even notice that she had removed his boxers, which joined the pants at the foot of the bed.

His finger began moving in and out, faster and faster, and she moved with it, rising and lowering at the right moments. She felt her climax coming, and when another finger joined the current one, she screamed into his kiss as her mind exploded into a rainbow of colors and explosions.

Balthier didn't seem to care, only wiping his fingers on her nearby discarded gown. He waited until she regained her breath. "Round one over." He whispered, and she agreed with him. Shoving her body upwards, they flipped over, and he landed with a grunt on his back. "My turn." She whispered, than nipped his earlobe to prove her point.

Though moaned loudly when she had attacked his nipples, it as nothing compared to what happened when she touched his manhood. He shuddered violently, and she had to kiss him to swallow his scream. Though he was far from recovered, she still ducked her head down to take him into her mouth. Though he didn't scream, he still gasped threw his head back. She smirked. Looked like the 'leading man' was powerless.

Biting down playfully, she was rewarded with a moan. She began to suck and lick, teasing him, causing him to shiver with passion. Though he ejaculated into her mouth, she swallowed the bitter taste and continued.

When she was satisfied, she pulled herself up, claiming his lips again. He nibbled her bottom lip, and she opened willingly. Their tongues fought for dominance, and they quickly turned into a trashing pile of limbs as they both struggled for the top. Eventually, Balthier won out, and he eased his knees in between her legs. They parted eagerly, ready to accept him. He leaned his forehead against hers, their bodies covered with sweat, both heaving for air. Her passion-filled gaze looked up at him, and she nodded. "Ready for round three." She croaked.

He grinned, and his lips closed over hers at the exact moment he shoved into her. They both screamed at the same time, swallowing each other's noise. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and he began to thrust in and out, harder and faster each time. Her hips moved with his, the sound of sweaty skin hitting against sweaty skin echoing in their ears. To Ashe, it was one of the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard.

Her climax approaching, she slammed into him hard, just as he penetrated deeper than he ever had. They both climaxed at the exact same time, riding the waves of passion together.

When her mind cleared, she looked at Balthier, smiling. He smiled back, stroking the wet strands of her hair away from her face. Their chests rose and fell in unison, and seeing her tired eyes he reached down and pulled the blanket around them. She snuggled against him, not bothering to point out that they were still connected. He didn't seem to mind, if pulling her closer was any hint. Their legs interwoven and bodies fused together, they fell asleep, content to spend the rest of the night in each other's arms, not caring what would happen in the morning. They both knew, however, that this was just the beginning in a long line of love and life together, and somehow, the thought didn't detest her as much as it once would have. As long as she still had Balthier, life would seem much brighter and durable.

So, what did you think? Please, reveiw! And though I like constructive critisicm, I don't want you to flame it too badly, cause this is my first one D: So, please, be nice!!!