(Author's Note:
Story's mine, though hardly original.
Characters are Squaresoft's {No kidding…really? *Sarcasm machine now turned off*},
and the song The Woman In Me is by Heart, from the Desire Walks On
album. The whole story's been done to
death more times than I care to count, but I still get a kick out of it. Plot?
Who needs Plot?)
The Woman In Me
The breeze off the
sea gently stirred the curtain of a hotel room in Balamb. Sounds from a local club could just be
picked up, as a house band started a slow song. The words carried through the night.
The woman on the
room's balcony took no notice, simply staring out over the water's expanse,
trying not to think about the man who would join her in the room behind
her. The moon's reflection matched her
coloring; silver hair, light eyes, alabaster skin.
She heard the door
inside open and close, signaling someone's arrival. A smile touched her lips, lips that smiled far too little, and
she smoothed the front of her dress, a garment she didn't wear very often. There were many things she knew too little
of, and she hoped to change that tonight.
If she didn't…the night would last far too long. She turned and went inside to meet her
companion.
Dancin' close, feelin' restless
It's a slow sultry night
It'll take a lifetime till sunrise
If you don't stay with me tonight…
The lone figure
stood in the center of the room, watching his angel enter. Moon and candles were the only illumination,
and the effect as she entered made her look like a goddess…his goddess. Already his friend, and soon, his lover.
Her eyes met his,
and an unspoken wish passed between them as she dropped her eyes lower. He nodded, and placed his coat across the
back of the couch. Metal rang, and a
weapon, which looked like a shotgun/sword combination, was propped on the
wall. The man looked back at the woman,
and she nodded. He smiled, and
approached her, taking her in his arms as he gently kissed her for the first
time.
Feel your breath caress my shoulder
As your heart reads my mind
You don't have to tell me anything
I can see everything
In your eyes…
Her first kiss,
full of promise and desire, seemed to last forever and no time at all. His lips brushed hers, then returned for
more ardent touches. She responded
hungrily, as if it the kiss was all that could sustain her. She was so tired of all her pretenses, of
not being able to feel, and as difficult as it was to imagine, the
sensations, both of his touch and her own desires, were more wonderful then she
could have ever dreamed. Quickly she
worked the buttons on his shirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor, forgotten.
It's so easy with you
I don't need an excuse
To be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe
That I'm feeling so free
To be the woman in me
Baby, there's so much
No man has ever touched
Of the woman in me
His hands traveled
her body, feeling the tremors that ran through her. He broke the kiss, and looked at her, questioning. Her answer was a smile as she wrapped her
arms around his neck, kissing him, deepening the touch, as it ran across the
tops of her breasts, fingers massaging them through the thin material of her
dress. She wondered if he could tell
there was nothing between his body and hers but the silk of her top.
I might be trembling
But I'm not scared
Just my desire breaking free
I never had a chance like this before
To unlock all the doors
Of the woman in me
The kiss broke, and she took his hand, leading him to the
bed in the next room. She tugged him
around her, and made him sit on the edge.
He reached a hand up to touch her face, tracing her cheek, and she
kissed the tips of his fingers as they crossed her lips. Fighting the urge to just fall and let him
take her, she moved his hands back down.
As he watched, she slowly slipped the thin straps from her shoulders,
letting the dress slip to the floor, moon from the open window bathing her
now-naked body in a soft light. No man
had ever seen her this way, and the sigh that escaped him told her that her
efforts were not unappreciated.
Like the dark side of the full moon
I never showed what I'm showing to you…
She joined him in bed, kissing him, touching him, feeling
his hands run over her exposed skin, generating the heat in her core. She lost herself in the kiss…and everything
that happened after…as her knight showed her what it meant to be loved.
It's so easy with you
I don't need an excuse
To be the woman in me
It's so hard to believe
That I'm feeling so free
To be the woman in me
Baby, there's so much
No man has ever touched
Of the woman in me
