Chapter Seven: Reality

This chapter is for mature audiences only.


Emma opened her eyes to see the victims of the bombing attack. Mothers and fathers; with their children. Pained and frightened. The elders either in shock or searching for a lost one all rested at the Harbor of Balamb. The smell of blood, dust and death filled the air and clogged Emma's nose with hatred. She choked back a sob when she saw a family crying because a falling car had crushed their mother's body. Paramedics ran around to various people, asking if they had been treated or if they needed anything.

"This wouldn't be so devastating had we been allowed to keep our G.F's and Magic. I hope this tragedy will help the Council change their minds. They've reported that they've found a few dead. If I had a phoenix down…" She saw Squall talking to Quistis and Dr. Kadowaki, which made her feel more relieved but her heart still sank when she saw that Squalls hands were bandaged and a patch on his neck.

"They won't even let us use Cure on the wounded… it's so irresponsible of the Council!" Then she saw Zell and Selphie talking to Mrs. Dincht, who was sitting on a bench, patting Selphie. But where was Seifer?

Emma sat up, her stomach bandaged in a thick white cloth, blood had barely seeped through on the side. She felt a firm hand press down on her shoulder, forcing her to lie back down. She looked up to see Seifer, dressed in a baby blue short-sleeved satin shirt, an undershirt and black slacks. His sunglasses covered his eyes to where Emma was unable to tell whether if he was angry or sympathetic at her, for his pale lips only told her that he was neither.

"What happened?" He asked as he kneeled down beside her, taking her hand in his.

"…." Emma said nothing. It was her fault for even being there.

Seifer sighed and helped Emma stand. "Come on Emma… I'm going to drive you home."

"Emma?" Squall turned around and looked at the couple.

"Can you stand?"

Emma nodded slightly and watched Seifer half-walk, half-jog up to Zell and spoke with him for a little and then rush back to her side and the two walked to Seifer's car.

When they passed Squall, Emma stopped and touched his shoulder. He looked at her numbly and nodded. "Are you ok, Tera?"

"I think so." She said and walked off.

Seifer sat her in the passenger's seat and closed the door. He walked over to the driver's seat and slipped in. He fixed the steering wheel to his preference and shoved the keys into the ignition. Cold's song 'Bleed' played softly in the car as it started to rain. Emma choked back a sob when she looked back at the smoke, fading as Seifer drove away from the tragedy.

"Why am I feeling this way? I've never felt like this before…except when…" Emma closed her blue eyes and felt a hand on hers. She covered her face with her other hand and began gasping for air. Then, she felt Seifer pull the car over and reach out to hold her.

"Hey… Emma… it's okay…" Seifer muttered softly into her ear. Emma dug her face into his firm chest and began to cry.

"It…I've never--"

"I know…it's okay--"

"NO IT'S NOT!" Emma screamed, and pushed Seifer away. She winced in pain as she opened the car door and got out. The rain washed her face with the stinging feeling of needles on her dusty face. She heard Seifer slam his door and walk towards her as she gazed at the destruction of the downtown with new eyes.

"See why I left?" Seifer said, rubbing his eyes. "This is why I couldn't stand to be with the Mortali's anymore." He turned her around and pressed his forehead up to hers. "The thought…of seeing you in pain or anguish…kills me. I… can't stand that. I can't stand it at all." He looked at the road and got back in the car. Emma stood for a moment and got back in the car.

They didn't speak to each other after that until they got to the Garden.

"Quistis, she has no place to go… she was um….kicked out because of some…personal reasons." Seifer said in a low whisper. He looked back at Emma, who was lying on his bed, the sheets covering her whole body. It had been hours since the attack. Luckily, everyone was recovering, making soon-to-be plans for the mission, but whereas, with Emma, she was still broken.

Her heart hurt worse than the healing scrape on her waist. But she could care less about the gash. What she felt was worse than anything she'd ever felt before…but yet, she couldn't piece it together. There was still something missing.

"Well, Seifer…" Quistis sat on one of the steel stools by Seifer's table, pulling out a folder from her bag. She opened it up, and started fingering through countless papers, finally pulling one out that said at the top: COMMUNAL DORMATORIES and below it, had the name SEIFER COLIN ALMASY and below it, SQUALL ALEC LEONHART.

"What's that for?" Seifer asked.

"She's going to need a place to stay… and from what you've told me, she's not going to get very far with nowhere to go. She's going to stay here…only Squall, Zell, Selphie and myself will know about this…" She stopped for a moment. "This is going to make it harder for us with the mission."

"I know. She won't have a clue what's going on."

Quistis erased Squall's name and looked up at Seifer. "Her middle name please."

Seifer looked at Quistis and then back at Emma… who was now sitting up, looking out the window.

"Seifer… her name?"

"E…T-Tera Lynn Rhich…" Emma looked at Seifer, and then back at the window and sighed heavily. She rested her head back on Seifer's soft cotton pillow and closed her eyes, droning out the sound of Quistis' voice.

"Okay… well…Seifer, you and I will need to go over the rules and regulations regarding this event and you can discuss it with Tera…"

Emma looked out of the window of the luxurious suite in the President's Palace, noticing the few 'puppets' as Seifer called them, walking about on the pavements and sidewalks of Galbadia. She blinked a few times and looked back at the mirror in front of her, her reflection, soporific and seductive.

She looked down at her dress…the dress Seifer had given her as a gift… a rare delicacy it was to be able to wear Centran silk… for the fabric was nearly rare and impossible to find and much too expensive to buy. The carmine silk clung to her skin like cellophane, revealing every single curve to her long slender body, making her cleavage revealing, giving her a classy and sexy look. From the waist down flared out into a beautiful skirt. She looked radiant. She stood up and walked to her large oversized bed and sat down, reaching for her black velvet boots, slipping them on, and zipping them up with care. She then stood up and walked back to her dresser and sat down, staring at her reflection in vain. Feeling the self worthlessness coming back to her…

She was interrupted from her train of thought when she felt someone nibble on her neck.

"Mmm… Seifer…" Emma reached up and ran her hands through his soft, damp hair. She felt Seifer's hands run down her arms and entangled his fingers into hers. He brought them back down to her stomach, giving him more room to play with her neck.

"Mmm… You taste good…" He kissed her upper back, which always made her shiver with erotic delight.

"Seifer! Stop!" She giggled, spinning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're so terrible to me!"

"Yes, I'm the absolute worst." Seifer chuckled and stood up straight, his towel falling to his hips.

Emma watched him through the mirror as he walked to his closet and grabbed a pair of clothes.

She picked up a lipstick tube and opened it, approving of the innocent pink tone to it.. "How much time do we have for the parade?" Emma asked out of the blue, applying the lipstick on her pale lips. Seifer poked his head through the doorframe.

"What?"

"I asked you how much time do we have left until the parade…" Emma said, turning around to face him.

Seifer looked at his watch, slipping on his pants and walking out of the bathroom and onto the bed. "Not a lot… about 15 minutes…" He put on his steel-toed boots and walked back to his chiffonnier and pulled out his trademark vest and his trench coat. "I'm going to be late."

Emma put down the lipstick and turned around in the chair. "It still feels wro--"

"Your father and brother are downstairs with Edea, the other teams are guarding the palace for SeeD intrusion…you'll be fine…" He reached for her hands and stood her up on her feet. He whistled in veneration and ran his hands down the sides of the crepe de chine. "And besides," Seifer traced her jawbone with his index finger. "Whether you like it or not," He kissed her forehead. "I will always put you first before anything else…"

"Honestly…?" Emma looked up at him with adoring eyes.

"Yes…" He began to walk away from her and to the gold plated doors. "That's why I think it's safer for you to stay and watch the parade from here."

"Fujin, Raijin…. Find her." Seifer said, firmly. He was dressing the wounds he gained from the battle with Squall.

"But Seifer… its not easy finding one girl in Deling ya' know?"

Seifer had kept calm, up until the moment Raijin had to open his mouth. He jumped up, kicking the table with the medicine for his wounds across the wall. "JUST FUCKING LOOK FOR HER!"

"RAIJIN! GO!" Fujin bowed and grabbed Raijin, swiftly leaving.

Seifer awoke to the sound of water running and someone muttering from the bathroom. He opened his eyes and reached for his gun.

"Who's there?" Seifer cocked the gun stood up.

"S-so…m-maaad…he's g-go-gooin-g to k-kiilll m-me…"

"Emma?" Seifer was beginning to feel fear.

"Ss-saii---saiiferr…will k-kill… m-me.. w-hen… he finds…out…" He heard the voice

"Emma!" He turned on the bedside light and walked towards the bathroom, gun aimed at head level.

"Jj-j-jjust-t-t d-d-dd-iiiiii-e— just die…. I-it…hurts…"

Seifer noticed a pink tint to the pure white walls. All of the faucets were running.

"Emma, I'm coming in, real slowly…" He turned only to find himself taken back in surprise.

Blood. And a lot of it.

Emma opened her eyes and looked at Seifer's digital clock. "…2:58…" She sat up, her arm brushing the small of Seifer's stomach. He had laid next to her, over her nearly. His arm had surrounded her stomach. He whimpered slightly, his muscles tensing, then relaxing when Emma stopped moving. Emma lifted the sheets up and slowly stood up, checking around the room for anyone else around. She slipped on her clothes and grabbed her jacket, a copy of Seifer's key card and her cell phone, and as quiet as possible, she left the dorm room.

She walked down the hall, turning on her cell phone. It appeared that there was a message on the phone. She pressed one and put the phone up to her ear.

"So this is how it turns out. You live, and all is well right?"

The voice belonged to Cort

"Not. Look. I know what you're thinking of doing. You can't just leave your family. Lux is worried about you. Whatever happened to you being the responsible one? Don't expect to live much longer. Sorry."

Now what… which side could she pick? If she went back, she'd be killed. If she told Squall, she'd be killed. Unless—

"I need to talk to you" Emma looked up, seeing Squall in a pair of jeans and blue long sleeved shirt. She started following Squall up to the elevator.

"Come on…in here." He led her into his office. When she walked in he shut the door and locked it behind him. Selphie and Zell stood by the fireplace, waiting.

Emma backed away. "Squall, I've overstayed my visit. I need to go—" She felt him grip her arm lightly and pull her back, she gasped and looked up at him, her body trembling.

"We know who you are…" Squall looked down into her eyes.

"Oh." She felt like a rape victim. She was trembling. Her hands became sweaty and her body shook.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"Get out of my way…" She rushed up and tried to push him off of the doors. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around, wrapping his arms around her. Selphie gasped and stepped forward. Emma used her free leg to kick the back of his knees. He yelped and fell to the ground, rolling on top of her. She screamed and clawed at his face. He reached down and pressed his fingers against her scrape

"NO! DON'T!" She yelled in pain.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE!" He asked again.

"I WANT OUT!" She cried. Squall froze for a moment. Zell pulled Squall off of her and she immediately backed into the corner, holding herself. She looked at them and sighed. "I just want to disappear. I'm tired. I hate myself for taking lives."

"How can you say that?" Selphie was offended. "You can't just escape. You deserve the suffering! You tried to kill me and my baby!"

"Selph—" Zell reached for his fiancé.

"No! This is not satisfactory! Not one bit!" She held her stomach tightly. "You're a killer. You don't feel, you monster… you just kill!"

"I feel and I kill. But I'm not a monster."

Zell lifted her up and slammed her into the wall. "You're right. Monsters don't run away. You're worse than a monster. You're nothing."

"Emma!" Seifer ran into the bathroom and straight to the bathtub. She sat there, in her own blood. Quiet, and pale. Seifer looked around the room for a second, not yet registering anything into his mind. Her hand marks had smeared blood all over the walls and mirrors. She had turned on all of the faucets and knocked over the fresh roses that were put delicately by the sinks. He reached for her to pull her out of the bathtub, only to have her scream in his face.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She turned to jump out of the tub, but slipped and hit her head on the marble. Before she could furthermore damage herself he grabbed her by the ribs and pulled her out, he noticed the bruises and clotted blood that scattered all over her inner thighs. He lifted her up and sat her on the corner and patted water on her cheeks. Her eyes were dilated, she was crazed. He lifted her head with his hands and he stroke her hair, gently trying to comfort her.

"Emma? Can you hear me? Oh… Come on baby…focus" Emma moaned weakly. "Emma? Please…oh god…" Seifer pulled out his phone for 911.

"I –I –I –I- l-loss-t t-it…" She whispered.

"You're right." Emma looked down, her hair falling into her face. She began to sob. Zell rolled his eyes and let her go, walking back to Selphie and holding her into his arms.

"Heartless." Selphie shook her head.

"Stop crying." Squall said. "It makes you look unprofessional." Emma felt her sadness turn to anger. She sobbed louder and fell to the floor, crunched up in a fetal position. She finally stopped crying, breathing heavily, panting. Her anger becoming rage.

"Oh, Selphie. You have no idea."

"No, I have an idea. The thought of losing my baby makes me sick." She said, disgusted and annoyed with Emma.

"Try living with the reality, Tilmitt." Emma looked up, tears still falling. She sniffed and stood up. "It's so much worse than just imagining it. My…baby," Emma gritted her teeth. "Was surgically removed four years ago."

"An abortion." Zell scoffed.

"A murder." Emma looked at him, speaking coldly.

"Who's?" Squall asked.

"Seifer's."

Emma slept in the hospital bed, recovering from the surgery. Seifer stood in the doorway, watching her sleep. The doctor walked behind him and tapped his back, ushering him to his office. Seifer sat down and watched the doctor as he pulled out a pipe of tobacco.

"She's going to be fine." He finally said, lighting the pipe.

"And the baby?" Seifer asked.

"The remains of the baby were removed. Whoever did this knew what he was doing."

Seifer winced. "How do you figure?"

"There's no damage to her organs. She'll still be fertile. When I was performing the surgery, there was no damage at all."

"He pulled a 6 month old baby from out of her body." Seifer looked at the doctor doubtfully.

"This was done by a surgeon, Mr. Almasy. It wasn't an unprofessional. You have to understand this."

"This was going to be my first child. A son…my son…" He looked down and then stood up, walking back into Emma's room. He walked up to her bed, his face red, his throat choked. He put a hand on Emma's forehead. Cold. Her temperature was under, but was warmer than earlier.

"Seifer?" Lux and Morus walked into the room. Seifer turned and looked at them. Lux ran to Seifer and wrapped his arms around him. Seifer hugged him back, comforting him.

"It's ok, kiddo. Don't worry. She's going to be fine."

"Can I lay with her for a little bit?" Lux asked. He was only nine, and Emma was the only female in his life who really raised him. Seifer nodded and helped Lux carefully lay next to Emma. He wrapped his arms around her ribcage and closed his eyes.

"She be fine." Morus said, putting a hand on Seifer's shoulder.

"Step out here with me Morus." He motioned for the door, but turned around to Lux. "Lux, don't wake her up ok? And don't touch her very much." Lux nodded, and closed his eyes again. He walked out and closed the door.

"Something on mind?" Morus asked quietly. Seifer leaned in closer to him.

"Find out who did this." He said quickly.

"Revenge?" Morus smirked and nodded with Seifer.

"Listen, if this motherfucker can take my first son…" Seifer swallowed and looked down. "then I can take what is most dear to them."

Morus laughed and patted Seifer. "You really are your father's son. He'd do anything to protect your mother…" He looked through the window at Emma and smiled. "I will find this bastard. You will get your revenge, I promise you that."

"I know you'll see to it."

"When Seifer found out, he took time off with me and we planned for a baby. He got angry with me one night, and I left, but didn't come back for a few days. It was because I was kidnapped." Emma shivered. "They drugged me to where I could feel the pain, but be paralyzed to move. I was tortured. They stabbed the baby with something sharp…a needle, a wire. Something. I don't know." Selphie put her hands to her mouth. "I eventually passed out from the pain and fear, but when I came to, I was sitting up in our bed, blood all over me." Selphie had tears in her eyes. "I miscarried at 8 months." Emma sighed, not noticing the pale faces in front of her.

"…Wow." Squall frowned.

"Then, four years later, I had a call from my father telling me that a higher power requested a hit on Selphie Tilmitt and Ritchie Deling. I went to Trabia, settled on the cafeteria roof, and waited." She brushed the hair out of her face. "When I saw you…" Emma shook her head and leaned up against the wall. "I couldn't do it. I called you and told you to escape. You wouldn't so I shot at the wall to get you to leave."

"Oh god!" Selphie gasped. "I'm so sorry!"

"I wouldn't be able to live if I killed an innocent life."

"But what about those who already had children?" Zell asked.

"That was before I was pregnant." Emma said quietly.

"Tch." Zell shook his head.

"Who was it?" Squall asked.

Morus walked into the bedroom quietly, trying not to wake Seifer or Emma. He glanced at the bed. He saw Emma laying in the fetal position she had acquired since the incident a few weeks back. Seifer was asleep behind her, his arm draped around her side. Morus decided not to wake them and turned to leave.

"I'm awake." Seifer said in a moderate tone.

"She wont wake?" Morus asked, quietly.

"No. I gave her valium. She's out. Is everything ok?"

"Step out here with me, Seifer. I don't feel comfortable talking to you with her in condition she is in." Seifer nodded and began to slip out of bed. The two men walked out in the hallway, Seifer wearing close to nothing at all.

"I have names." Morus handed Seifer an envelope.

"Yeah?" Seifer muttered into the phone as he stretched his long body out, realizing that Emma wasn't in the bed with him.

"Come to my dorm. Now." Squall said quietly.

"Oh?" Seifer yawned. "Are the late night porn shows getting to you?" He threw his body back down on the bed.

"Seifer; I'm sitting here with Emma."

The lights of the Deling Police cars blinded Seifer's eyes as he was running. He couldn't see where the rest of the group had run. They scattered. Fat raindrops pelted Seifer's face and body. He couldn't stop running. He felt numb, alive. His black leather trench coat fluttered like wings as he was near his escape. He could feel the bullets passing him, hitting houses, cars, and the street.

"We can try again… we can always try again."

Seifer silently knocked on the door, wrapping his arms around his long sleeved arms, knowing he should've brought his hoodie. He grimaced at the shattered skylight above him cursing under his breath because of the new students who were curious about thunder spells. He heard the door unlock, Seifer opened the door and slipped in. He quietly shut the door.

"I don't know what to say." Squall said and took a sip of his beer. He was sitting at a miniature bar in the corner of the room, motioning Seifer to sit by him. "This is…yeah." Squall handed Seifer a beer.

"I don't know what to say either…" Seifer said, popping the cap off and taking a swig. "Where is she now?"

"In my room, resting." Squall glanced at the door that led to his room. "She's probably asleep by now…it was nearly impossible to get her to calm down as soon as we got in the dorm."

"Sounds like her…" Seifer said, chuckling.

"Yeah, well…" Squall took a swig. "I know about the baby."

Seifer looked at Squall. "Yeah." He whispered and looked at the floor. "Well…that's life. It happens."

"I'm sorry." Squall said after a while.

"I don't need an apology. It's not a problem." Seifer downed the rest of his beer. "I've got to get her out of here. The Mortali's are hunting for her."

"She's staying here."

"What? Why?" Seifer stood up.
"Don't ask questions Almasy." Squall set his bottle down. "Just shut up and take her back to your room."

Seifer shook his head and silently walked in Squall's room. It was the first time he'd actually been in his room before, never really having any need to do so. The only thing he could really see in the light was the bed. He Seifer walked towards it, noticing Emma sleeping with her face towards the wall. He sat on the bed, reaching both hands out to roll her over and have her face him. When he did so, Emma's eyes opened.

"Seifer." Emma sat up, leaning against the headboard. "I can explain everything…I blew my cover again-- I am so sorry -- I really screwed up -- You--"
Seifer put a hand to her mouth. "Hush now. Don't cry…don't apologize." He brushed away the fresh tears that were falling down her cheeks. "Hey…" Seifer brought her head to his. "I care about you…you know that right?"

Care. It was never love. Emma knew she'd never hear it come from his lips…he was too afraid of the word and it always caused an argument between the two. "Yes…I know." She said.

"That's good…" He kissed her forehead and stood up. The two walked out of the room, hand in hand. Squall opened the door for them and watched as they both stepped out.

"We'll discuss more of this tomorrow." He said. Emma turned around and looked at Squall for a moment. She rushed up to him and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you."

Emma sat on the bed and watched as Seifer removed his long sleeved shirt. Emma smiled as she saw his newly toned stomach clinging on his tank top.

"What?" Seifer asked, in a coy voice, knowing he was being watched. He lifted the bottom of the shirt and scratched his stomach and looked in the mirror, fingering the scars across around his bellybutton. The way he stood made him look like a model. His back straight, his shoulders out, and his hips forward. He almost looked relaxed.

Emma stood up and sashayed over to Seifer, undoing a few buttons from her shirt. She touched her fingertips to his back. He straightened up and turned around, catching an eyeful of ample cleavage. Of course, her pushing her chest out a little helped with his view.

"Seifer…" Emma closed her eyes slowly, making her look dreamy. She smirked at him, taking his hand and resting it on her neck. "Undress me." She said simply.

Seifer paused before speaking. "What?" He froze, unable to think.

"Undress me." She said slowly, seductively. Putting his hand lower. He looked at her and smiled. He slowly moved his hand down to her shirt, pulling the buttons out of the slots, revealing the curve of her breasts. He brushed the back of his fingertips across the soft inner part of her breast. She grabbed his hand and began kissing his fingertips, leading him to the bed, moving her hips around to the music that played in the background. Seifer stopped for a moment. Emma smiled and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down to her lower hips to reveal her black panties. Seifer smirked and walked towards her. He pulled her close and reached for her hands.

"Lie down." He whispered into her ear. Emma felt the goose bumps rise as his breath crept across her neck.

'Three Libra's' played through Seifer's cd player when he removed Emma's clothes. He blew a trail of air down her leg as he slid the blue jeans lower past her knees. He pulled them past her calves, her ankles, until they were finally off. He wedged between her legs and lowered his head down to her stomach, lightly touching her stomach and chest with his lips. He could feel Emma weaken underneath him, but he knew, as always, that she was enjoying every minute of it. When he reached her neck he widened his mouth and blew hot air against her neck, causing her to shiver.

"Seifer…" Emma smiled reached out to touch his face. He reached up and entangled his fingers with hers. He stared at her for a moment, smiling. Seifer leaned down and became eye to eye with her, their lips inches away.

"Before we continue, I have to kiss you." He whispered. "It's one thing I've been wanting to do since I last saw you at the hospital."

Emma smiled and slightly moved her head up to his lips. He pulled her head to her and hastily pressed his lips against Emma's, his tongue flicking her own, his hands running down her gorgeous body, her hips slowly moving against his. Their skin tingled, they felt erotic, sensual. When he pulled back, he felt inexperienced. He blushed heavily and looked down, cursing at himself.

"Are you ok?" Emma ran her fingers through his hair, concerned.

Seifer laughed uneasily. "It's just that I haven't kissed you in so long…I'm letting myself get carried away." He rubbed her face and closed his eyes, kissing her neck. Emma started to giggle. She kissed the side of his head and pulled him back closer to her.

"I forgot what it was like as well." She ran her hands up his bare arms. "Should we stop?" She looked into his eyes for her answer.

"No." He blushed. "I'll get over it." He chuckled and kissed her lips again.

Emma continued to run her fingers through his hair. "Don't be embarrassed, I'm nervous too." Emma reached her hands down to his hips and gripped onto his belt, moving him closer against him. He let out a groan when his pelvis collided into hers. Emma gasped and laughed out loud. Seifer smiled and started laughing with her.

"We should maybe stop— I'm sorry." He began to move away from her when she grabbed him again, this time running her hand against his groin. He groaned again, holding his breath almost. He looked at Emma, feeling his neck becoming damp. "You're asking for it." He threatened playfully.

"And if I am…?" Emma's voice went from innocent, to erotic. "What would you do with that thing then, Seifer Almasy? If that was what I was asking for?"

"I wouldn't let you have it when you wanted it." He said, lying down next to her, pushing an arm underneath her.

"Well, I'm asking for it." She giggled. Seifer laughed and shook his head.

"Miss Mortali…" He tickled her stomach with his fingertips. Emma sucked in air and held it. He kissed her ear, biting down on her earlobe, his tongue flicking her earrings. His hand moved lower. "You can have it when I say you can."

"And when will you…s-"

"When I can tell you're ready." He whispered, running his hand down to her panties. He slid his fingers underneath them, feeling Emma's breath quicken. He quickly brushed his fingers against her, making Emma gasp and moan loudly. The sudden moan caused the two of them to laugh. He continued to tease her, creating for her an aura of erotic bliss. Her breathing had gone from docile, to sharp and quick. She lifted herself up with her head and moaned loudly, close to reaching orgasm. Seifer stopped immediately when he knew he had gone too far. He smiled and kissed her perspiring forehead.

"Seifer please." She moaned.

"Heheh…yes ma'am." He sat up, undoing his belt and pants. He slid them off, along with his boxers.

Seifer kissed her neck and hoisted her legs up in his arms. He let out a quiet moan as he slid inside of Emma for the first time. Emma gasped, trying to relax. He pulled out and pushed into her again, and again, and again. Sweat began to perspire on his face and body. He held Emma closely as he pushed back inside her again, their faces pressed up against each other's.

Emma arched her back each time. Feeling him inside of her completely. Feeling sensational. His pace was moderate, but she could feel he wanted to go faster. She kissed him over and over again. Feeling the pain and pleasure mixing together. She dug her nails into his back, which caused him to slightly speed up, making harder thrusts. She moaned louder, which made Seifer push in harder. He began to moan louder with each thrust. Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose and onto Emma's neck. Suddenly he stopped.

"Seifer?" Emma gasped.

"I'm really close." He panted out. Emma sighed and looked at him. She kissed him and looked into his eyes.

"Don't stop." She whispered. So he continued on, and with each thrust, he went faster, causing Emma to moan louder. His arms tightened around Emma's body, holding her in a tight hug, almost. Each thrust caused him to tighten his grip, each thrust caused him to moan louder with Emma. Eventually they had both synchronized the moans until they both reached climax. He buried his face into her neck as he penetrated her as hard as he could. She felt his saliva on her neck, as he grit his teeth, trying to not lose control. He

The two of them looked at each other, trembling, exhausted.

"Oh my god." Seifer smiled and wiped away the sweat on Emma's cheeks.

Emma looked at Seifer and sighed. He kissed Emma before laying the two of them down. Seifer lay on his side, in front of Emma, like the way they used to.

"Am I safe?" Emma wrapped her leg around his hip, as he rested his head on her arm.

"As safe as you can be." Seifer rubbed her neck. "Don't worry. You're going to be fine." Seifer's eyes closed.

"How can you tell?"

"I wouldn't have been able to come and bring you back here if you weren't safe. They trust me to take care of you, meaning they trust me more than they would with anyone else in the Garden. They know I'm not going to try to help or make you escape. So don't worry," He took her hand in his and kissed her again. "You've been saved."

"My knight in shining armor."

"Or lack of armor." Seifer whispered.

Emma kissed his ear, whispering. "You know, according to ancient Centran custom, you're responsible for me forever… because you saved my life."

Seifer looked at her and smiled, kissing her forehead. "I think I've forced myself to be obligated to you."

"How is that?" Emma looked up at him with tired eyes. He looked back down at her and inhaled.

"You'll find out one day." He closed his eyes, exhaling what air he had left in him.

"Tell me now."

"No."

"Why?"

"Sleep, mon beau l'un." Emma could tell he was tired. When he got tired, his voice deepened and slurred, and he'd eventually pass out. "Just…sleep. Mon beau…" He started lazily running his fingers in her hair, dozing off.

"Je ne veux pas dormir." Emma whispered. Seifer chuckled, low voice made a humming noise, which gave Emma a shiver.