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"I came here nearly seven years ago, Morgan. A man named Jecht bid me to do so..."

He told me of Spira, summoners, aeons, guardians... He told me of the duty of a summoner and his guardians, and how Jecht served Braska. He told me of his foolishness towards Yunalesca and his eventual departure from his world. I knew at the time he spoke to me he left things out, probably those thatwere more important. I felt that from him. Only say what is absolutely necessary for the moment.

But then he told me he was an unsent. That he was dead. And that one day he will be returning to his world to fulfill his duty to his master.

The silence that followed his explanations was excruciating. But, why did he think that he would hurt me?

"Auron... It is my choice now, is it not? You cannot hurt me. You say you have to return, but-"

"Would you really give up your life here to follow me?"

So that was the point, I realized. Did I have it in me to leave my home and join with the man I knew I had come to love? I couldn't imagine it... I didn't want to think of leaving the boys, of leaving my music... At that moment, I did realize that I truly loved him; I would not get in the way of the promises he made to his friends. I would support him, and wait until the day that he had to return. But until that happened...

He knelt forward and took a hand from my lap. "I will not ask anything from you, only that you know what you wish." He let go and stood.

What a child...

I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up, pressing my other palm to his cheek and my lips to his. Moments passed and he didn't move. Gradually he responded to me and gripped my arms, kissing me harder until I forgot to breathe and released me.

He stood back. I felt... he didn't know what he wanted. I made my choice. He just needs to accept it. We only looked at each other. I wanted him so badly, just to end his pain, to give him peace... "Auron-"

"You should go."

I paused, nodding slightly, and departed.

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The few days that followed were uneventful. I needed an excuse to find him, seeing as he hadn't made an attempt to find me. We never did have that fight...

"Auron," I whispered through the curtain. I had let myself in since he didn't respond to knocks at the front door or to his own. My heart pounded. I didn't think I could develop such strong feelings for him over such a short amount of time. But he was the only man that really treated me like a woman.

Suddenly the curtain through which I spoke was pulled back and I found myself staring at his naked chest. Holy shit. I had been bent down a bit since I became tired of standing, so my eyes were just on level with his hard body. Oooh, can I lick you?

I straightened up slowly, blushing a bit, and smiled. Then bowed quickly.

"Morgan." He sounded tired.

"Pardon my intrusion. Were you... meditating again?"

"I was."

"Oh-"

"You can come in."

To your room? I looked in. The same red curtains were draped against the walls. Against the back wall was a large, plush, red silk sheeted bed. I felt my tongue obtain a mind of its own and brush itself against the tip of my teeth. I bit the corner of my lip. Auron saw me do so and smirked. Oh crap...

I stepped forward and the curtain swished into place behind me.

"What did you seek me for?" he said as he sat on the corner of his bed.

I wanted to jump on you and push you down and rub my hands - Oh shit! SHUT UP and stop being HORNY. I almost laughed at myself...

"Nothing, in particular. Do you wish for me to leave? I can come back-"

"No. You may stay."

I needed something to say... "Auron, I wish to know: Are you done training me? I do not feel-"

"I never did get you for a last fight, did I?"

No, because I took you for a drink.. and you kissed me... and then...

"No."

"Hmm. I apologize. Perhaps later."

I nodded.

"What else did you come here for?"

"I - I want to know about your death."

"Very well. What of it?"

"How - are you immortal then?"

"I am."

"And if you are wounded-"

"It disappears. I feel no pain. Neither physcial nor emotional..." He stood, leaning against a bedpost. "Anything else?"

So much more. Shaking my head, "Only you."

He seemed... surprised. Happily surprised.

"Morgan- you are sure?"

"I can only wait until your departure. But I'm not going to let that inevitability stop me."

He smiled slightly. I only wished I knew what he thought as he stood there and admitted to himself what he had feared would happen.

"Very well." He pushed off the post and came to me, pulling me to his chest, just to hold me against him.

Suddenly he had me against the wall, mouth hard on mine. I felt like he wanted to suck the life out of me. And I would let him.

I felt his heart quicken and my back tingle as he gripped my waist. I pressed my hands to his chest, digging my nails in to hold onto him. I slid my arms around to pull him in more. His lips left mine, traveling down my neck to my collarbone. Come back. I pushed his head back up and bit his lower lip, flicking it with my tongue. I let go and smiled softly before taking him again for another kiss. You taste so good.... I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed myself against the wall to bolster myself up and rest my legs on his hips. He dug me into the wall again. Shit, this hurts my back. I gripped his hair, turning his face up slightly so I could trace my fingers around his jaw line. I dropped my arms against the wall and let him have go. He held onto the bottom of my thighs, rubbing my flesh slowly. Glad I choose to wear a skirt today. My legs tingled in anticipation. He pushed his hands up a bit; I tightened my hold on his hips. You're teasing me. He had me pinned and all I could do was moan softly as he pressed his head down and brushed his lips across the top of my breasts and down to my nipples through the cloth. He sucked on them and my breath stuck in my throat. He released my breasts and went back to my neck. He freed a hand from my leg and pressed it up my back, fingering the tie. He managed to undo half of it then left it be and brushed my cheek with his palm, kissing me softer. I couldn't stand it. I bit his lip and pushed his hand from my leg, releasing me. I pushed away and had him back against the bedpost. I sucked on his mouth again and traced a finger along his pantsline. He gripped my arms, and pushed me against the post. He pressed himself against me. I felt him harden against my pelvis.

"Morgan."

My breathing had been becoming more labored. I bit my own lip. "What is it?" I breathed out.

He could only smile at me and brush his fingertips against my lips. I bit his hand and smiled up at him like a dumb puppy.

I let go and sat on the bed, pulling him atop of me.