Well after a well needed two-week hiatus, I am back with posting on my
weekly schedule! *^_^* Part II starts now and it's going to take more of a
different turn than you may think from this chapter... ::cackles:: I'm
going to enjoy writing this, I just wish that teachers would lay off me a
little more! ()-_- They pile on endless amounts of homework, tests,
quizzes, pop quizzes, everything. But my hard quarter will be over in the
next two weeks which will leave more time for writing! Yatta! *^_~* Thank
you over and over to all my wonderful reviewers who leave me such nice
comments! You really know how to feed a girl's ego! *^_~*
Second Note: After posting this I realized I forgot to format it! ()-_- So
sorry!
PART II
-Chapter One-
She pulled him up against her again. "I can't believe that you're actually here. That this is real... It feels like a dream." Zidane just smiled to himself, continuing to stroke her hair. Reluctantly, she pulled back away from him, grabbing his hand, pulling past the crowd of confused on-lookers, and back through the large doors from which she came. Garnet didn't look where she was going, she watched him as he walked next to her, never letting her gaze move away, afraid that if she looked away for a second, he would be gone. It made a slight blush creep upon his face, how intently she was studying him. At that moment, all she wanted to do was take him back to her room and just be with him again, but for appearances sake, she had to return to her throne. Without a word exchanged between them, they walked up the stairs and with the approving smiles of Beatrix and Steiner, Garnet placed Zidane onto her throne and she crawled into his lap. She snuggled in close to him and he wrapped his arms around his tiny queen. They didn't need words to know how each other felt. They were in love, and that's all that mattered. Seeing that the couple had situated themselves, Baku began the play again.
~*~*~*~
The play's conclusion found the pair soundly sleeping in the oversize chair. Zidane woke to the loud cheers for the audience, and for a second, unsure of where he was. When he saw the sleeping woman in his arms though, he knew exactly what had happened. Careful not to wake her, he scooped her into a childlike position and carried her. Steiner gave Zidane a nod and directed him to the Queen's room. The two walked in near silence, neither quite knowing what to say to each other.
"She really missed you." The knight finally spoke up. Zidane, torn away from his thoughts, jumped slightly.
"I missed her too... Y'know, that saying's right, you never realize what you have until you lose it." Silence fell over them again, each attending to their own thoughts.
"Take care of her okay?"
Zidane smiled. "Of course." They walked into the bedroom and Zidane lay her down. "I'm regrettably going to ask you to not stay with her the night. I can't allow that without the Queen's direct consult, even if I assume it would be alright." The blonde man gave a sorrowful nod.
"Don't worry, I understand." With one last glance, they left the bedroom. Once the doors were shut, Zidane asked, "Is there anything I can do?" Steiner shook his head.
"No, that's alright, Beatrix will be up here shortly to change her, once her highness is asleep, that's it. She's usually a very deep sleeper."
"I see."
"You can stay in the guestroom over there." Steiner pointed to a door nearby. "I don't know if it's entirely fixed up yet, but it's the closet one to her highness so I thought..." Zidane patted Steiner on the shoulder.
"Thanks, really." He went off in the direction of the room, figuring he'd get some well-needed shut-eye.
"Oh Zidane," He turned back around when he heard his name being called. "It's good to have you back." Zidane just grinned.
~*~*~*~
A lone shadow made its way across the open hallway leading to the Queen's chambers. It looked once, twice each way, to make sure he wouldn't be spotted. He pulled a ruddy lock of hair out of his face to see around the corner. His tail pulled him quickly and silently to the other side, past the sleeping rusty knight. The thief scoffed. 'Some royal guard you are...' With ease, he slid between the doors, not a sound was heard. As silent as possible, he shut the door with a light click and his heart stopped. Her beauty never ceased to amaze him. For a few moments, he just looked at her, wondering how it was possible that she could be his. Regaining his ability to breathe, he took a step forward, and tripped over his own shoe. The force sent him flying forward, making a few soft booms, but caught himself before damage could be done or awoken. Carefully this time, he walked over to the bed and climbed onto the other side, turned to face her. 'She's so gorgeous...' She was curled onto her side, arms bent in front of her. Zidane rested his own head next to her pillow and watched her sleep. A grin spread across his face as he circled his mouth and let out a small bit of air. Garnet's nose scrunched up slightly, otherwise barely affected by the movement. 'I really shouldn't wake her...' Zidane watched her for a second more. 'But I think I'm going to anyway.' He blew on her a little harder this time. Surprisingly, her eyes tentatively opened, shut quick and opened large again as her body lurched in fright.
"Oh, Zidane, you scared me." She placed a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart. He laughed to himself.
"Sorry about that..." A sternly playful look crossed her face.
"No, you aren't."
He continued to laugh. "You're right, I'm not."
Moving closer, she snuggled her body close into his, wrapping her arms across his back.
"What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour?" She asked playfully. He pulled just far enough away from her to bap her nose with his finger.
"I see that you still kinda sound like me, not as 'royal like' as you used to be."
She laughed. "Shut. Up."
"No."
"No?" An eyebrow rose.
"No." Garnet, in a very respectable manner, stuck her tongue out at her thief. Unable to hold back for a second longer, Zidane pressed his lips against hers and was met with an equally as urgent message back. Her tongue slid gently into his welcoming mouth, dancing together and intertwining. His hands ran up and down her back, sneaking underneath the thin white night shirt to feel her skin. One hand was held behind his head, pulling him deeper into her with every passing moment. 'I can't do this. It won't happen again.' Quickly, Garnet let go and moved backwards, eager to catch her breath. They both sat there panting, staring into each other. Zidane leaned in again to start again, but Garnet put a hand on his chest.
"Not, not tonight." She received a puzzled but understanding look. He nodded and started to get out of the bed. Maybe she didn't feel the same way anymore. This panicked her.
"Wait! Where are you going?" He looked up.
"Back to my room." Two tiny hands held onto his arm, a glint caught his eye.
"Please, don't." He turned to face her.
"But you..." She placed a kiss on his moving lips.
"Sleep with me?" Her head cocked to the side in a questioning position. This brought a smile to his face. He crawled back into her bed and she latched onto him. His hand found hers to inspect the object he thought he saw earlier. Just as he thought, the ring he had given her was placed on her finger.
"You still have it?" He held her hand, examining every bit of it.
"Of course I do! You sound so doubtful."
"Well, I guess, I mean, you never know... after all that's happened..." She became serious.
"Zidane, this ring meant so much to me during the time when you were gone. I knew you were coming back to me, I just knew it. Even when no one else would, it made me still believe that you were alive."
"My offer still holds true then?" She gave him a slightly quizzical look. "You'll still marry me?" Garnet squealed and leapt on him, arms squeezing him tightly. He held her equally as strong, a large grin plastered on his face. Zidane pulled one hand away from her to pull the covers up over them.
Within moments, they were both sound asleep.
Sorry, I would have written more, but school work is calling me. I have to finish "The World According to Garp" by the end of next week, and it's a really good book, just 600 pages long though and that's certainly time consuming... oh well. I hope you enjoyed it and expect another update on Monday!
PART II
-Chapter One-
She pulled him up against her again. "I can't believe that you're actually here. That this is real... It feels like a dream." Zidane just smiled to himself, continuing to stroke her hair. Reluctantly, she pulled back away from him, grabbing his hand, pulling past the crowd of confused on-lookers, and back through the large doors from which she came. Garnet didn't look where she was going, she watched him as he walked next to her, never letting her gaze move away, afraid that if she looked away for a second, he would be gone. It made a slight blush creep upon his face, how intently she was studying him. At that moment, all she wanted to do was take him back to her room and just be with him again, but for appearances sake, she had to return to her throne. Without a word exchanged between them, they walked up the stairs and with the approving smiles of Beatrix and Steiner, Garnet placed Zidane onto her throne and she crawled into his lap. She snuggled in close to him and he wrapped his arms around his tiny queen. They didn't need words to know how each other felt. They were in love, and that's all that mattered. Seeing that the couple had situated themselves, Baku began the play again.
~*~*~*~
The play's conclusion found the pair soundly sleeping in the oversize chair. Zidane woke to the loud cheers for the audience, and for a second, unsure of where he was. When he saw the sleeping woman in his arms though, he knew exactly what had happened. Careful not to wake her, he scooped her into a childlike position and carried her. Steiner gave Zidane a nod and directed him to the Queen's room. The two walked in near silence, neither quite knowing what to say to each other.
"She really missed you." The knight finally spoke up. Zidane, torn away from his thoughts, jumped slightly.
"I missed her too... Y'know, that saying's right, you never realize what you have until you lose it." Silence fell over them again, each attending to their own thoughts.
"Take care of her okay?"
Zidane smiled. "Of course." They walked into the bedroom and Zidane lay her down. "I'm regrettably going to ask you to not stay with her the night. I can't allow that without the Queen's direct consult, even if I assume it would be alright." The blonde man gave a sorrowful nod.
"Don't worry, I understand." With one last glance, they left the bedroom. Once the doors were shut, Zidane asked, "Is there anything I can do?" Steiner shook his head.
"No, that's alright, Beatrix will be up here shortly to change her, once her highness is asleep, that's it. She's usually a very deep sleeper."
"I see."
"You can stay in the guestroom over there." Steiner pointed to a door nearby. "I don't know if it's entirely fixed up yet, but it's the closet one to her highness so I thought..." Zidane patted Steiner on the shoulder.
"Thanks, really." He went off in the direction of the room, figuring he'd get some well-needed shut-eye.
"Oh Zidane," He turned back around when he heard his name being called. "It's good to have you back." Zidane just grinned.
~*~*~*~
A lone shadow made its way across the open hallway leading to the Queen's chambers. It looked once, twice each way, to make sure he wouldn't be spotted. He pulled a ruddy lock of hair out of his face to see around the corner. His tail pulled him quickly and silently to the other side, past the sleeping rusty knight. The thief scoffed. 'Some royal guard you are...' With ease, he slid between the doors, not a sound was heard. As silent as possible, he shut the door with a light click and his heart stopped. Her beauty never ceased to amaze him. For a few moments, he just looked at her, wondering how it was possible that she could be his. Regaining his ability to breathe, he took a step forward, and tripped over his own shoe. The force sent him flying forward, making a few soft booms, but caught himself before damage could be done or awoken. Carefully this time, he walked over to the bed and climbed onto the other side, turned to face her. 'She's so gorgeous...' She was curled onto her side, arms bent in front of her. Zidane rested his own head next to her pillow and watched her sleep. A grin spread across his face as he circled his mouth and let out a small bit of air. Garnet's nose scrunched up slightly, otherwise barely affected by the movement. 'I really shouldn't wake her...' Zidane watched her for a second more. 'But I think I'm going to anyway.' He blew on her a little harder this time. Surprisingly, her eyes tentatively opened, shut quick and opened large again as her body lurched in fright.
"Oh, Zidane, you scared me." She placed a hand on her chest to calm her racing heart. He laughed to himself.
"Sorry about that..." A sternly playful look crossed her face.
"No, you aren't."
He continued to laugh. "You're right, I'm not."
Moving closer, she snuggled her body close into his, wrapping her arms across his back.
"What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour?" She asked playfully. He pulled just far enough away from her to bap her nose with his finger.
"I see that you still kinda sound like me, not as 'royal like' as you used to be."
She laughed. "Shut. Up."
"No."
"No?" An eyebrow rose.
"No." Garnet, in a very respectable manner, stuck her tongue out at her thief. Unable to hold back for a second longer, Zidane pressed his lips against hers and was met with an equally as urgent message back. Her tongue slid gently into his welcoming mouth, dancing together and intertwining. His hands ran up and down her back, sneaking underneath the thin white night shirt to feel her skin. One hand was held behind his head, pulling him deeper into her with every passing moment. 'I can't do this. It won't happen again.' Quickly, Garnet let go and moved backwards, eager to catch her breath. They both sat there panting, staring into each other. Zidane leaned in again to start again, but Garnet put a hand on his chest.
"Not, not tonight." She received a puzzled but understanding look. He nodded and started to get out of the bed. Maybe she didn't feel the same way anymore. This panicked her.
"Wait! Where are you going?" He looked up.
"Back to my room." Two tiny hands held onto his arm, a glint caught his eye.
"Please, don't." He turned to face her.
"But you..." She placed a kiss on his moving lips.
"Sleep with me?" Her head cocked to the side in a questioning position. This brought a smile to his face. He crawled back into her bed and she latched onto him. His hand found hers to inspect the object he thought he saw earlier. Just as he thought, the ring he had given her was placed on her finger.
"You still have it?" He held her hand, examining every bit of it.
"Of course I do! You sound so doubtful."
"Well, I guess, I mean, you never know... after all that's happened..." She became serious.
"Zidane, this ring meant so much to me during the time when you were gone. I knew you were coming back to me, I just knew it. Even when no one else would, it made me still believe that you were alive."
"My offer still holds true then?" She gave him a slightly quizzical look. "You'll still marry me?" Garnet squealed and leapt on him, arms squeezing him tightly. He held her equally as strong, a large grin plastered on his face. Zidane pulled one hand away from her to pull the covers up over them.
Within moments, they were both sound asleep.
Sorry, I would have written more, but school work is calling me. I have to finish "The World According to Garp" by the end of next week, and it's a really good book, just 600 pages long though and that's certainly time consuming... oh well. I hope you enjoyed it and expect another update on Monday!