Budding
warning young! aerith x marluxia
Lily fragrant hands and thorn prickled wrists rested easy at her side. She wandered as a ghost in the summer light with child soft hair curling over her shoulder down to her waist where her jacket was tied, impeccably red and loud. She hiked up her forever pink dress and soaked her bare feet in warm puddles around his garden, savoring the feeling of wet earth between her toes and hoping fronds of flowers will twine her there, anchoring her to be one with the earth.
She took little notice as the gardener watched, hunted her with dark eyes of a man yet the wants of a child. Noiselessly, he stood gauntly over a stretch of sunny blossoms and watered them lightly as he was careful not to bend the petals.
He caught a glimpse of her younger thighs as she danced, so gracefully so warmly in the slight sun. A smile sprawled across his lips at her teasing, her childish way of flirting with him; oh how he loved it.
She may not know it, but her coming here every day enthralled him. She's the excitement, the surprise of each morning as he comes early equipped with apple jolly ranchers and handsome smiles; Marluxia's tokens to let him hug her. His ache groans as her tiny, twelve year old mouth puckers around the green candy, greedily swallowing the flavors with a leap of joy. The hose jerks in his hand and pulls him away from watching.
He's drowned a fourth of his garden. A grumble escaped his mouth as he threw down the hose and hoped the sun would be hot enough to un-drowned the already struggling plantlets. He settled for picking out tools from his flimsy, plastic table of grunge caked apparatus'. His halo of burgundy and salmon fluttered when a hand pulls at his shirt—and he's met with irresistible ivy eyes. His mouth ran dry and his hands quivered. "Yes?" Marluxia gulps. This child, this child, I want her; his knees almost buckle.
"My name's Aerith…What's yours?" He forgot his name for a moment.
"Marluxia." He offered her another candy, with out respite this time. Her fingers curled over his and drew the morsel away, like any child; she forgets how her mother distinctly told her not to take candy from strangers. She's much too kind to deny him his pleasure. Aerith tucks it into the fold over her fleshy hip and grins sweetly, almost enough to rot his teeth out.
They stand and breathe in each other's smell, watching each other for a hint of thought. She's first to speak. "I like you hair." He laughs and breaks and crumbles as she reached to touch his locks, pressed against him with her toes stretched and her eyes bright. A loud clatter ripped through the air and he scooped her up to sit her on his fake table of wood, efficiently knocking each muddy device off the surface as he tugged her forth.
The air was knocked out of her slight body and her frailty showed. Marluxia lurched in lust and pulled her immaculate hem of girly gaiety up and away from her virginity. Her mouth curls, a scream threatening it but his stronger, needy lips bolt her cries down. Aerith thrashes, but her flimsy, knobby legged form is weak against the hulk of a man as he longs to despoil her. She does the only thing she can—cry. She wails for Cloud and Tifa and Leon and baby bird Yuffie to save her and yet, no one can hear.
It almost makes him feel guilty—almost.
a/n: mega crack yes?