They travelled back through Macalania Woods, passing by the same spot where Moira had made her less than impressive debut. She flashed back in her mind to that first moment she laid eyes on Auron. She had been instantly terrified and attracted; now she wondered if she was wrong. She walked up to the area she fell through and gingerly reached out her hands, searching for any hidden portal that would take her back to her own world. She was torn; part of her wanting to stay and make things right and the other part willing whatever forces that got her there to get her home. Finding no secret portal or trace of her world, she breathed a small sigh, one not entirely composed of relief.
The party had reached the edge of the Thunder Plains and it was Rikku's turn to be irrational. She begged and pleaded frantically to go around them. But she was systematically ignored. She began to cry and for a moment, Moira thought that they were about to give in to her, but they turned their backs on her and followed Auron's lead into the wide open area of non-stop thunder and lightning. Rikku even tried holding on to a tree, saying she wasn't going with them and finally with a frustrated growl Kimahri gathered her roughly in his massive arms and carried her. Rikku still looked scared but Kimahri's size and strength gave her comfort. Moira watched in wry amusement as they entered the plains, knowing that she was the only one who knew about the strange pairing of the Ronso and the Al Behd girl. She laughed to herself watching Rikku bury her head in Kimahri's chest at the first crack of thunder. She was shocked and a little put out when she saw Auron blocking her path. She stopped, still angry with swordsman but unable to hold his stare. She looked away disdainfully as he asked,
"Are you afraid of thunder?"
"Why? Are you going to carry me if I am?" she spat.
"No. Once was enough," he said with a glare.
"Well isn't it lucky for you, I love it," she replied shortly. She hated fighting with him, especially as their relationship was just getting good, but her pride wouldn't allow her to bend her will to his.
"Fine," he snapped and stalked off. She shook her head and followed behind, noticing that he stayed relatively close to her. She walked behind him watching the lithe way he moved, his sword resting on his shoulder as if it weighed nothing at all, his sure footed march forwards, never looking around. She wondered what he was like as a younger man, if the rough exterior had always been there or if it was a product of his life. She began to soften a little towards him, slowly beginning to see that his concern for her had been genuine and he meant no commentary on her skills as a fighter. She felt ashamed of the way she acted towards him and called out his name. Unfortunately, the moment the sound left her throat a crash of thunder came, completely masking the sound. He didn't hear her. She tried again, with the same result.
"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered. For a moment she thought of leaving things as they were but she felt too badly now to turn back. She ran up to him, passing the rest of the group in the process. She didn't notice Tidus glare at her as she passed by. As she caught up to Auron she called him again but he still did not hear. She reached out a hand and pulled him to one side of the path.
"What?"
"Auron...I..." she began but emotion overtook her and her voice wavered.
"Moira, what do you want?" Auron asked, frustrated with himself that all he wanted to do was sweep this girl up in his arms and carry her away.
"Auron, I need to say something to you."
"So speak," Auron said watching the group pass them; he noticed Tidus' cryptic glare as he passed and made a mental note to speak to him about it later.
"You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"You're the one who's mad," he said with an irritating calmness. Moira wasn't sure if he meant angry or crazy at that moment.
"I was mad, yes. But I'm over that now."
"Good for you," Auron replied bitterly. It was beneath him and they both knew it. He started to walk away. "I assume our little chat is over," he called over his shoulder.
"No! It's not over!" Moira shouted. "I'm not finished with you yet!" He stopped and turned back to her. Moira gasped a little as she remembered her own dream; she half expected to hear him growl 'enough!' and come after her with his sword.
"What more could you possibly have to say?"
"I'm sorry. Auron, I am so so sorry!" She felt hot tears sliding down her face. "I don't know what came over me back there! I was just so hurt you thought I was foolish for taking on that fiend because I was so proud of myself. I just wanted you to be proud of me too!" She was crying profusely now. He sighed and took a step closer to her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him pitifully and his heart melted. She might end up being the death of him, so to speak, but he could no longer deny how he felt for her. Before he could wrap her up in his arms they were interrupted by Tidus calling to them to hurry up.
"The agency's just up ahead. We're going to stop for the night!" he cried out and Auron noticed he gave Moira the same glare as before. Auron and Moira, after one more glance at each other, turned and moved onwards.
The Thunder Plains were massive and immensely intimidating. Moira didn't blame Rikku for being scared; there was nothing she loved more in nature than a good storm; she loved nothing more than to lie in bed at night and listen to the thunder rumbling across the countryside. But watching one from the inside was an altogether different and terrifying story. She jumped involuntarily at a particularly close bolt of lightning and Auron calmly reached out and placed a gentle hand on the small of her back. The simple yet tender touch was very comforting and Moira vowed never to anger him again. They soon caught up with the rest of the group and Moira was relieved to see a large building in front of them.
"Is that where we're staying tonight?" she asked.
"Ya. That's the agency," Wakka said. "And not a moment too soon, ya? My feet are killing me!"
"Do you always have to complain?" Lulu asked teasingly.
"Well at least we'll have a bed tonight," Wakka said with a wink,
"The better to throw you out of," Lulu replied, walking into the front lobby. Wakka followed her. At another flash of lightning, Rikku buried her face into Kimahri's chest and Moira was amused to see him roll his golden eyes. It looked like exasperation but was actually a burning agony. Kimahri had been shocked the first time Rikku had made advances on him and told him quite plainly that she would like to sleep with him. He hesitated for a moment, thinking that she would not survive but she won him over and he was quite pleasantly surprised to find her a talented and adventurous lover. There were not many humans, male or female who could handle a Ronso sexually but Rikku rose to the challenge.
They entered the lobby and after a few words between the landlord and Tidus it came out that there were only four rooms to be had. After a short deliberation the sleeping arrangements were arranged: Tidus and Yuna would share as would Wakka and Lulu. Owing to the fact that the two remaining men had no intention of sharing a bed it was decided that Rikku and Moira should each take one of the two remaining rooms and Auron and the Ronso would sleep in the lobby. The two couples retired almost immediately but Moira and Rikku stayed downstairs having a few drinks. The cool liquor was like heaven to Moira, washing away all her anger and confusion. When she felt a familiar numbness come over her, she rose and bid them all goodnight. Seeing her stumble a little, Rikku jumped up to help her up the stairs and into bed. Helping her friend into her room and tucking her into bed, Rikku looked at Moira and asked,
"How do you think they'll decide who will sneak up first?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well I know Kimahri's going to meet me later, and I'm positive Auron is trying to think of a way to come to you tonight."
"I don't know what makes you so positive. We're just barely on speaking terms. I think he hates me," Moira said, feeling a sadness wash over her.
"No man looks at a woman he hates the way Auron was watching you down there!" Rikku cried. "He was as intoxicated with you as you were with the booze!"
"Rikku, you are blind," Moira muttered into her pillow.
"One of us is blind, but it's not me! Have a great night, Moira. Oh! Here, take this," Rikku said tossing her a vial of blue potion.
"What is it?" Moira asked.
"It's an Al Behd potion. Good for healing certain types of marks, love bites, scratches. Take it just in case!" she said winking as she shut the door behind her. A short while later she heard the click of claws on the hard floor, a door creak open and Rikku's throaty laugh. A soft purr was the response and the two secret lovers settled in for another night. Moira wondered if Rikku was right; would Auron come to her? She closed her eyes and tried to imagine him quietly slipping in the room and watching her as she slept her hair a sea of dark brown waves. She imagined him walking softly over to the bed, placing a gentle hand on her neck, sweeping her hair asked to place a kiss on her....Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. She leapt out of bed, her heart in her throat, sure it was him. She gave herself a quick look in the mirror and was satisfied by her appearance. She opened the door with a gasp of anticipation but was stumped to find Tidus standing in front of her.
"Moira," he said simply as he pushed his way into the room. "We need to talk."
It was almost an hour later when Tidus left the room, leaving behind him a confused and devastated Moira. She flopped down on the bed and drew her knees up to her chest. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she went over what Tidus had said to her, still not believing. He had explained that as guardians they were all responsible for Yuna's safety and could not afford any distractions. He told Moira that he was concerned that she was too much of a distraction to the whole party, especially Auron. She stared at him unblinking trying not to cry. Tidus went on to explain that the journey would only get more dangerous and Yuna needed to know that all her guardians were at her side. When she asked if Yuna had said anything about her Tidus informed her that she had not, but he could no longer allow Yuna to be in such danger. He suggested that Moira find her way home or barring that find someplace to stay in Spira but she was no longer welcome on the pilgrimage. Moira said nothing, just sadly nodded her head. She wanted to speak but she feared her anger would get the best of her and manifest itself into another uncontrollable, devastating spell. She couldn't afford to prove him right by burning the agency down. She swallowed some of her tears and choked out the words,
"Can you go now? I need to rest."
"Fine, but remember Moira, this is for Yuna's safety," Tidus said and left the room.
Auron couldn't bring himself to go any further. He had started up the stairs a dozen times but always turned back towards the lobby. He finally decided that he would go up to her, just to see if she needed anything and once he made his way to the top of the stairs, he froze in his tracks. Inexplicably he watched as her door opened quietly and Tidus walked out. He watched as the boy continued down the hallway, his face a mask of grim determination. After Tidus disappeared around the corner, Auron crept up to Moira's door, feeling every inch the fool for being afraid. The only sounds in the hall were the occasional giggle or purr from Rikku's room, which he ignored and the beating of his own heart. He was about to go downstairs again when he heard another sound; a sound that nearly broke his heart. The sound of Moira's crying sealed his resolve and with a quick knock on the carved door he entered without waiting for her leave. Inside the room he saw that Moira was curled up on her bed, lying in the foetal position, softly crying. The long slit up the side of her dress was gaping open and Auron could see the pale soft skin of Moira's leg. Auron stood where he was, still holding on to the doorknob, just staring at the picture of sad beauty in front of him. She looked over at him and realizing who it was she stifled another sob and covered her face. Seeing her frame racked once again by helpless sobs, Auron walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. Feeling his presence, Moira sat up and before Auron could ask if she was alright, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.
"You don't want me to leave, do you?" she asked, taking large gulps of air.
"Leave? No, I don't want you to go," Auron said with concern.
"Tidus told me I was too dangerous to have around Yuna and that I should go home!" Moira cried.
"What?!"
"He thinks that I am too much of a distraction. He feels that one of the guardians is forgetting his job."
"One of the guardians?"
"Yes, you to be exact," Moira said inhaling his scent. She knew she ran the risk of making him uncomfortable by embracing him the way she was but she needed to feel loved at that moment. "He said that you were too concerned about my well being to look after Yuna properly."
"What else did he say?" Auron asked, finding it hard to control his anger.
"That I should find my own way home or find somewhere to stay in Spira," Moira said with a sigh. "I so wanted to go with you to see the rest of Spira, to help to defeat Sin, to bring peace to this world."
"You will," Auron said in a firm tone.
"I have to go, I cannot see Yuna hurt by my hand," Moira said looking at the swordsman in her arms. "You've seen me, I'm out of control at times, what if I hurt someone? What then?"
"You are staying right here with..." Auron almost said 'me' but hid his outburst behind a cough, "with us, you're staying with us and travelling until the end of the journey. What happens after that is fated to happen as we must accept that. All of us."
"Auron?"
"Yes?"
"Are you sure you don't want me to go?"
"No I don't." His reply was assured and immediate.
"Why would he say that to me?" Moira whispered, more to herself. Auron ran a hand over her head, stroking her hair.
"I don't know what brought this on," he said, "but I mean to find out!" Auron started to stand up but was prevented from leaving the bed by Moira's insistent hands. She pulled him back down to her saying,
"You can't go barging in on them in the middle of the night. Leave it until morning." Auron looked back at her seeing the sense in what she was saying. He nodded his head and stared down at her.
"Goodnight Moira," he said rising to go again.
"Don't go!" Moira said quietly.
"What?"
"Please don't leave me. I want you to stay with me," Moira pleaded. The beast within Auron reared up at the thought of staying the night with her, but the monk in him spoke louder.
"I can't, please understand, it's nothing to do with you, Moira. I just can't."
"Auron, please."
The beast and the monk held a quick conference and after looking into the girl's sad eyes they decided that staying was the best option. He sat back down, a little awkwardly and tried to keep a little space between them.
"Do you have anything to drink? I could use a little numbness right about now," Moira said. Auron reached down to his belt and unfastened the sake jug he always carried. Reaching over to the dresser he took a glass and poured a shot. He handed it to Moira who didn't drink it.
"I hate to drink alone," she said. He obeyed her unspoken command and poured a drink for himself, suddenly needing to feel numb himself. They toasted each other and drank their shots down, the cool fire burning its way down their throats. He poured another one without having to be asked. Moira smiled as she once again felt the comforting numbness sweep over her. She could now ignore Tidus' painful message and look to more pleasant endeavours. Auron took the glass away from her, brushing his fingers lightly across hers as he did. She sighed a little at the light touch and Auron was once again enchanted with the woman. He put the glasses back on the dresser and turned his attention back to her. She was sitting there, eyes closed, smiling softly. She slowly opened her eyes and reached her hand out to stroke his face.
"Goodnight, Auron," she said. She pulled the blankets down far enough to slip into and laid herself down.
"Sleep well," he replied softly.
"Are you going to sit on the edge of the bed all night?" she asked.
"I...no, I'll sleep on the floor," he said.
Feeling the bravado the alcohol gave her she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
"Like hell you will," she whispered. Auron obliged and settled himself beside her on the bed, a polite distance between them. She raised herself on one arm and watched him trying to sleep. He felt a soft touch on his forehead as she ran her fingers through his hair, tracing a soft line down the side of his face, delighting in the rough feel of his stubble. She sighed a little, extinguished the candle and dropped back onto her back. The two of them laid where they were, staring off into the darkness, each lost in their own thoughts. She wondered what was wrong with her that she could not successfully seduce the swordsman and he was left wondering why the monk in him was seemingly winning his internal battle. After a few moments he looked over at her, he could just make out her silhouette against the moonlit night. He watched her breasts rise and fall with her breaths and fought the urge to stroke them. Not the place to start he thought. He reached an arm across Moira and pulled her into him causing her to gasp. Once she was close enough to him, he leaned slowly down and kissed her gently, eliciting another gasp from her. She melted into his touch and without words let him know how welcome his touch was. She kissed him back gently at first but then with increasing intensity. He rolled over on his side so he could feel her pressed up against the length of his body; he felt every inch of her and revelled in it. She ran her hand back into his hair and down his neck, gently scratching her nails down his throat. The sensation made him shiver and she laughed a little at his response. He moved from her soft lips to her neck and throat, remembering her reaction from the other day. Tonight was no different; the slightest touch to this sensitive spot caused her to moan softly and Auron smiled as he explored further. He placed one gloved hand on the laces to her bodice and looking her in the eye, he gently tugged at the strings, loosening the top of her gown. The bodice was loose enough for him to run his gloved hand across both her breasts. She caught her breath at the gentle touch of the leather across her nipples, the flesh hardening immediately. She arched her back as he lazily rubbed and tugged on her flesh. Pulling the dress down lower Auron flicked his tongue across each one in turn before drawing one nipple into his mouth and suckling. She whispered his name when he lightly bit down on the hard nub. He stroked the other breast while he continued to torture the one he was suckling. He paused and looked at her; her lips were moist and waiting for his kiss. She pulled him back to her and kissed him with bruising force, her hands stroking him inside his greatcoat. She forced the garment from his shoulders tossing it on the ground before attacking his breastplate. She undid the buckles and he found himself naked from the waist up. Moira's hands could not be stopped as she stroked and rubbed her way across his chest and back. She kissed him again, this time greedily sucking on his bottom lip. He groaned aloud when she lightly bit it and buried his face in her neck again. He traced his hands along the curve of her neck before stroking her breasts again. Moira was surprised that he hadn't gone any further but he seemed perfectly content to slowly explore her body and let her explore his. She felt her fingers stroke over many scars on his body and wondered about this man's life; she would have to ask him another time, now was not the time for questions, just actions.
A loud growl from the next room interrupted the lovers. Auron looked up at the sound, recognizing it as Kimahri and slowly made the connection as to who was in there with him.
"Where's Rikku?"
"Next door," Moira replied placing small nibbling kisses across Auron's chest. "She's occupied, with Kimahri."
"Kimahri? Are you serious?"
"Completely. Listen," as she said this they heard a rumbling roar from the next room, followed by a young girl's cry of ecstasy.
"Well I never," Auron muttered more to himself than Moira. He traced a finger absently along Moira's side. "You know she told me she was in love with me."
"Yes, I know."
"I fear I hurt her feelings," Auron said with concern in his voice.
"I think she was hurt at first, but she got over it," Moira said, tracing a finger down his face and kissing him softly. "Every girl would be hurt if you said you didn't love them."
"I didn't hate her," Auron said a little defensively. "She was just a kid; she's still just a kid."
"She's had to grow up pretty fast I guess. You know the courage it took tell you how she felt?"
"I can imagine," Auron said, thinking of how long it took to work up the courage to come into her room.
"It took every scrap she had. I know, I once told an older man that I loved him, and do you know what he did?" Moira asked.
"He laughed at you," Auron replied without thinking. It was one of the more painful memories he had been shown when she almost killed him earlier.
"How did you know that?"
"Lucky guess," Auron said weakly.
"No one could have guessed that! How did you know?"
"It is difficult to explain," Auron said kissing her forehead. Moira squirmed out from under him and turned to face him, seemingly unaware her dress had retreated further south and she was now exposed from the waist up.
"Auron! How did you know? I've never told a single soul in all these years!" she cried, a little scared at his knowledge of her past.
"When you were trying to heal me in that battle, just before Yuna and Lulu pulled you off of me, I was able to see into your memories. I saw many images and when you told me about telling that man you loved him, I remembered seeing it in my mind."
"You read my mind?" Moira gasped, scandalized.
"No, I didn't do it deliberately. The images just came to me."
Moira winced, "What else did you see?"
"I saw you sitting alone at a desk. I felt your loneliness and anger. I saw a different man betray you most foully," Auron kissed her gently again, as if to remove the painful memories. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I couldn't help what was shown to me."
"No, it's alright. I guess it was a side effect of the spell. I suppose it happens all the time," Moira said.
"No it doesn't. I've never heard of it happening before."
"Never?"
"Never. This is a completely new phenomenon."
"Did you see anything else?" Moira asked softly, afraid he was privy to her endless thoughts about him. "Anything about Spira? About you?" she whispered.
"No," he said with a small smile. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?"
"No," she said with a playful smile. "Not right now anyway."
"Really? Maybe you should try to heal me again, maybe I'll concentrate and find what you are hiding from me," he laughed, a low soft sound. Moira looked down at herself, aware for the first time she was exposing herself to him.
"Well, I'm certainly not hiding anything from you now," she said with a nervous laugh as she tried to raise the blanket over her exposed breasts. He stopped her hands.
"Does it look like I'm complaining?" he said in a sultry tone and before she could respond he gathered her up in his embrace and delivered another bruising kiss. She sighed and melted into the sensation, running her hands across his bare back and waist. He returned to kissing her neck and breasts and took her wanton sighs as invitation to proceed. She was still absently running her hands over any scrap of his body she could reach and eventually she found the evidence of his desire. She squeezed him gently through the fabric of his pants and felt a delicious anticipation as she sized him up.
"Oh, no," he muttered moving her hand away. She looked confused but he ran his finger along her cheek. "This time is just for you." She was stunned by this. He slowly removed her dress, softly stroking each new inch of skin as he did. He continued his way south, running the tip of his tongue along each nipple and down her stomach. She instinctively sucked it in a little and he chuckled at her response. He stroked his way down her thighs, bypassing the spots they both wanted him to get to. He loved making her wait; she was barely able to contain her desire and began to squirm beneath him. He held her down with one strong hand and as she watched through her drowsy passion, he placed his gloved finger on her lips.
"Take it off," he ordered roughly. She obliged, seizing the end of the fingertip between her teeth and pulled it off. She grabbed the glove from her lips and breathed in the scent of the warm leather. He turned his attention back to her body and with a swift movement he parted her thighs and settled himself between them. His first move was to just inhale her scent, breathing gently against her engorged flesh. It was a beautiful sight and Auron knew instinctively just how she would feel. He ran the edge of his nail down the center of her mound and smiled when she gasped and shuddered. She whispered his name and he took it as an invitation to move in further. He spread the full lips and slowly, very slowly ran his tongue along the length of her wet folds, relishing the taste of her. She sighed loudly and begged for more, raising her hips to meet his face. He was coming close to losing control and when she raised herself up even higher, he took a firm hold of each buttock and brought his mouth to her skin again. This time he didn't take his time, losing himself in her moans and her scent. He ran his tongue over and over her slick flesh pausing only to suck on the small hard nub at the tip. She screamed out when he ever so gently bit down on her clit and reaching down she grabbed his head to hold it there. He then gently inserted two fingers, almost losing control of himself when he felt her insides. He slowly started pumping his fingers inside her while she worked her hips in time with his thrusts. He continued this torment, still sucking on her flesh, until, calling out his name, Moira came, shuddering and quivering. Auron held onto her flesh until the spasms had passed. He looked up at with a hungry smile, but her face was hidden behind her hand. He watched her panting, trying to regain composure; but it wasn't until a single tear escaped that Auron asked what was wrong.
"I'm so sorry," she muttered. "It's been far too long since, well, since," she said unable to find the right words. "I know," Auron said gazing lovingly at her. "It's been a while for me too." He kissed her softly and she once again got completely caught up in the passion, returning the kiss with a raw hunger. Auron raised himself up and moved to cover her completely, pressing his hardness against her flesh. They were still separated by his pants, but only for a moment. Moira's insistent hands pushed them downwards and Auron kicked them off. She sighed as she felt his firmness against her thigh and quickly darted a hand down to gage its size again. She sighed along with him as she slowly began to stroke him and with a sudden burst of inspiration she moved him over onto his back and straddled his legs.
"Now it's your turn," she hissed, and before he could protest, not that he was going to; she slid down his body, running her tongue down his flesh until she reached her target. Slowly she ran the tip of her tongue up and down each side of his member secretly thrilled at his sighs. She gently took him into her full mouth and began to suck. She took as much of him as she could and slowly ran her teeth back up its length, smiling to herself when he bucked his hips at her rougher touch. She was incredibly gentle in her torture and Auron moaned aloud at each touch. She tickled and tugged gently at his balls and gently suckled them as well. He cried out her name and with a hungry moan she took the length of him back into her mouth. She felt his body tense at this renewed torture and before it was too late, she stopped and looked up at him.
"Do you want to come this way?" she asked calmly as if she was asking what time it was.
"No, not this way, not yet," he managed to croak and before she could put the rest of her plan into action he rolled her over so she was on her back. He pressed himself down on her, concentrating on her body again, running his fingers through her folds again to test her readiness. When he had her squirming with desire again, he placed himself gently at her opening. He looked down at her, hair mussed up, lips swollen and bruised; she was beautiful.
"Are you sure?" She raised her hips in response and without another thought, he rammed himself home. He was selfish for a few moments, the beast was in control now; thrusting harder than her thought she would like, but was gratified when she gripped the back of his head, brought him down for a fiery kiss and whispered, "Harder. Make me feel it!" He increased the ferocity of his movements and she met each one with a loud moan. They continued like this until Moira saw that he was beginning to lose control. She squeezed him tight from the inside and nodded her head. She was ready and so was he. With a final surge of thrusts Auron came inside her and she met his climax with an earth shattering orgasm of her own. For a few moments neither one could think of anything but the exquisite pleasure they shared. Auron collapsed on top of her and murmured something in her ear. It sounded like "love you" but Moira did not question him. This wonderful moment of afterglow was not the time for an interrogation. She stroked his head and said nothing, just sighed in extreme satisfaction. Auron was unlike any lover she had ever had, gentle yet forceful. He knew her and understood exactly what a woman needed. Sleepy thoughts like these crowded her mind and in her exhaustion she settled herself a little more comfortably in the bed. Auron, feeling her move, rolled off to the side and gathered her in her arms, settling himself down to sleep for a while. He was exhausted and his eyes widened in shock at the sight of a single pyrefly floating up from his chest and disappearing. She would be the death of him, he thought wryly, if only he wasn't already dead. The two lovers drifted off to sleep, safe in each other's arms, Moira preferring to bury her head in his chest than sleep with her back to him. Somewhere near dawn, she felt his hands caressing her back and bottom. She was awakened by an insistent finger that entered her from behind. She opened her eyes wide and smiled up at Auron, silently giving in to the need. They made slow drowsy love as the sun rose. Before it was completely light he quietly dressed, watching the aftershocks of her quiet orgasm, and left the room.
Moira awoke a short time later relaxed yet exhausted. She winced a little as she took her first steps that day, apparently Auron took her at her word when she said 'make me feel it'. She sighed and smiled at the memory of the previous night. Auron loved her, she was sure that's what he whispered just as he came; she loved him, that was for certain. She met Rikku in the hallway after washing and dressing herself. She had the same exhausted look in her eyes and smiled at Moira.
"Good night?"
"Oh yes," Moira sighed.
"Told you so!"
Author: Please review...I wanna know what you think!!! More to come...
