Hi there, a note from the Authoress: Kingdom Hearts is not mine first off.
If you're a little squeamish, don't read the next couple of stories. I went all out for them. That being said, this one is my favorite of the bunch. Don't ask why.
Seven Deadly
Lust: Stay With Me
Naminé wrapped her fingers into the boy's hair, inhaling the scent that emerged from his still body deeply. The smell of it was sweet, even soothing, despite how the sweat dripped down his body.
"Sora..." The memory witch whispered softly to the sleeping boy, running her pale fingers against his bronzed skin. As if feeling her touch somewhere in his dreams, Sora shivered violently. But the movement simply made the girl smile that much more, and she pressed her lips against his in thanks.
Her breath hitched in her throat as Sora moaned softly, most likely simply to try to get some more air. But to her, the sound was sweey and delicious, an impossible delicacy in a Castle that no longer held even the smallest bit of sound. She pressed her ear close to his mouth, felt the puff of warm wind from his lips, to hear the sound again.
"Sora..." She repeated insistently, longing to get a response from her sleeping Prince. But Sora does not say a word, only moans again, attempting to awaken from his controlled sleep. The moment he stirs, the moment his eyes open to reveal their beautiful cerulean depths, Naminé reached out to touch them.
His eyelashes were soft against her skin, and his sweet, gentle confusion was enough to make her nonexistent heart swell with love.
Sora licked his lips weakly, blinked up at the girl in white at his side, and coughed. "Who... who're you...?" He asked as she gently lifted his head up, up onto a second pillow so that he could look at her properly. She just smiled at him and shook her head, touching her finger to his lips.
"You have to rest, Sora, you're not well," She said softly, tracing the outline of his mouth with that cold, cold finger. He shivered. "And don't you remember? I'm Naminé." At the sound of the name, Sora only blinked, that much more confused.
"Nam... iné?" He repeated, allowing the strange girl to pull a blanket up to his chin, to tuck it in neatly. The young hero had no idea where he was or who she was, but the familiar way that she said his name meant that she knew him. If only he could remember... if only he could remember her...
The girl in white nodded, smiling in bliss as her love said her name. She loved the sound, she could hear him say it all day, every day, forever. "Naminé," She said again as she moved onto him, ignoring his startled cry and the immediate attempt to shove her off. "I'm your wife." the girl said softly as she places her lips onto his.
He couldn't remember getting married. He wasn't even sure what marriage was. But the girl sleeping in his arms said that they were married, that they were bound together forever. Sora wasn't sure what she meant by 'forever' but he knew that he couldn't get up.
And Naminé was a very good kisser.
He stroked her long blond hair gently, not wanting to wake her up or to make her feel like she had to leave. He didn't want her to leave. He'd never had someone sleep with him, after all, much less a girl but something about it made him not want to let her out of his sight. Sora just wished he could remember how he knew that and why this girl, his wife, made him so uncomfortable. Why she felt like a stranger to him.
For some reason, when he thought of her, a very different girl kept coming to mind. A girl that looked the same, but she had a different hairstyle, a different pair of violet-blue eyes, a different color to her skin. Sora wondered if Naminé had dyed her hair once. Maybe that explained the deep red of the girl in his fragmented memories.
Maybe he could get her to dye her hair again into that beautiful color.
Sora started to get up, gently maneuvering the sleeping girl onto a pillow instead of his chest. She didn't stir, only moaned softly and cuddled deep into the pillow as if he was still sleeping there. The sight made him smile, made him think that she was very cute.
"... Who... just who am I?" He suddenly said out loud, realizing that he had absolutely no idea. All he really knew was what Naminé had told him. Everything else was completely blank, except for that messed up memory of her. He had no memory of getting married. He had no memory of their honeymoon, an event that Naminé had told him with a shy, blushing smile that had brought a welcome rosy color to her pale, pale cheeks.
He only knew what she had told him.
Sora turned to the sleeping girl, reached out with a shaking hand, and touched her brow. Her skin was still a little cold in places, the places he hadn't touched when they were curled up into each other. He blushed heavily, embarrassed. Those were the places he hadn't touched while they kissed.
And they were still so cold, as if even the heat in her skin couldn't touch them.
He stroked her forehead, thinking hard about what he had discovered. Only he could warm her, his wife was a good kisser, she had pale, pale skin that looked absolutely lovely when she blushed, she smiled shyly, and her name was Naminé. But he didn't know anything else. She was very gentle with him, because of the accident.
Sora paused. The accident. Something else he couldn't remember. He leaned back in her, their bed and thought about it. Naminé had told him that someone evil, somehow he knew what that was, had broken into their home and tormented her. Enraged, he had gone after this... Marluxia and killed him. In the process, he had saved their marriage and now they were free. But that Marluxia guy had stolen all of his memories, and his dear Naminé (she had been insistent that he could call her that) was trying to bring them all back.
And for some reason, his wife scared him.
The boy slowly pulled his hand away from her head, looking into his palm as if it could tell him all the answers to his messed up memories.
Instead, he simply fell back onto his side, closing his eyes and going back to sleep with his dear Naminé.
Years passed for them in the Castle, years in which his wife barely changed. Even as Sora grew and slowly became a man, Naminé stayed the same little girl he had rescued long before. She had told him once that this was normal for girls, and that it wouldn't change until she became whole. He hadn't known what that meant, but the subject upset her so he stopped asking. Time just seemed to stop for them.
But every once in a while, she would smile and hold out a picture of a cake with one more candle on top of it. She would ask the same question, and each time they would celebrate.
"You're mine. Will you stay with me forever?"
"Of course I will, dear."
"I love you. I love you so much."
"... I love you too, dear Naminé."
He never had any idea about the spells she was using to keep him captive. He never knew about the increasing want inside of her body, raging through her as she demanded more and more of her sleeping Prince. They slept together, stayed together in the twisting, wandering halls of the abandoned Castle. Sora never left her side, nor did Naminé leave his. She wanted more, she wanted him, and no one in the world would take her love away.
No matter how many times she made him hers, no matter how many times she demanded he lose all of his memories to begin again, Sora remained the prisoner of the girl in his dreams. So she erased him, fixed him, took him, stole him away, until there was nothing left except what she wanted.
She became a monster in order to keep him forever.
