Black Sheep
Author's Note: Okay, here it is. . . and it's pure fluff. To check on status of updates of this story and my other fics, click on my member profile. Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter Two
Garnet rode the ship to Lindblum in silence. She gazed out the window, resting her head in her hand, watching the landscape fly past her. She thought of her adventures with Zidane and how she wished they would never end. She never wanted to return to the castle and live a life that she didn't want. It had just been thrown in her face, and it never mattered how much she said she didn't want it, it was hers. But if she was going to have to go through it, she wasn't going to let social status keep her apart from what she wanted. Only he could keep her away from him.
The ding! of the ship arriving in Lindblum made her jump in her seat, and she quickly looked up to see the docks approaching. She pulled her hood further over her face and stood, holding onto one of the rails as the ship came to a halt. As soon as the doors opened she leapt onto the platform and hurried out of the station. She remembered the clock tower that housed Tantalus's hideout, and headed in that direction, keeping her face hidden while glancing at other people, wishing that he was one of them. She finally reached the building and looked up at it. The reconstruction was still taking place, but there appeared to have been significant progress. She pulled the letter out of her pocket and held it to her heart, taking a deep breath as thunder clapped above her head. Alexander give me strength, she thought. She gripped the note tightly in her hand and entered the building.
The inside was a damaged, if not worse, than the outside. Large wooden beams hung down from the roof, and some of the windows were broken. Papers and items were strewn across the floor messily, and she carefully tried to avoid them as she navigated in the dark through the mess.
"Hello?" she called, her voice echoing off the high ceiling. It was dark and the rain pounding on the pavement outside answered her call. Her shoulders slumped, the emptiness of the building adding to her despair.
"Anybody?" she called again. Silence.
"Zidane?" she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She hung her head and turned to leave, when suddenly there was a soft thud behind her. She turned on her heel to see what it was.
Silhouetted against the darkness, she could make out his shape. He stayed in the shadows, leaning against a wood beam. In the brief flashes of lightning from outside, she could see his face, twisted in pain, his eyes hidden behind his hair.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice flat.
"I - I . . . " she stammered, suddenly unable to speak. He only lingered in the dark. She looked down and pulled the letter from her pocket and unfolded it. Lightning flashes again and he catches sight of it. He turns away from her, hanging his head. "Don't start, please. I didn't write that."
"Don't lie to me Zidane."
"You weren't supposed to see it."
"Did you mean it?" She asked urgently, taking a step toward him. "Everything you wrote . . . is it true?"
He turned around to face her, and even in the dark she could feel his eyes on her. There was an unbearably long silence before he answered.
"Yes. It's true. With every fiber of my being, it's true."
There was another silence then, so still that it rang loudly in their ears. In the darkness he could see her face covered with shock. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes boring into his. Finally, unable to bear the pain, he spoke.
"You should go. This is no place for a Queen," he said, moving to turn away from her. Her heart ached at his words. I am not a Queen, she thought. I'm Dagger . . .
She rushed toward him, and turned him around to face her. He looked at her with surprise as she put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to her, her lips capturing his with a fierce passion that she never knew she had. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, and pulled her body close to his, sighing at how wonderful and perfect she felt against him. He breathed in deeply, taking in her smell, his hands traveling up and down her back, his thief hands memorizing her curves. She breathed in sharply, his touch sending shivers through her whole body.
His hands finally came to rest on her cheeks, framing her face with his hands. He reluctantly pulled away from her to look into her eyes. Her eyes were flooded with love and adoration, and she smiled up at him.
"I love you," he whispered, brushing his nose to hers.
"And I love you," she said, caressing his cheek with her hand. He smiled and lowered his head again, their lips meeting again passionately. His hands ran down her back to the bottom of her blouse and he clutched the soft material in his hands, overcome with bliss. She nodded her head slightly, and deepened the kiss further. He began to step backwards, blindly leading her towards the door to his bedroom. He stopped outside of it, and took one of her hands in his, their fingers entwining tightly through their rough leather gloves. With his other hand he reached up to her face, lightly brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Dagger, I would never hurt you, you know that. Nothing has to happen if you don-" he began to tell her when she silenced him but placing a finger over his lips.
"I want those things you described in your letter. I want them as much as I want to give them to you." She told him. His lips lightly kissed her finger before she pulled it away from his face and entered the room. He followed, and closed the door behind them. They collapsed on the bed together, and pulled each other close.
With the rain pounding at the window above them, they made love. Social status and material worth were thrown away forever as they became lovers, their souls connecting in a way that made them both feel as though they'd been swallowed into an endless pit of bliss. And after, they held each other close and whispered sweet nothings to each other until they fell asleep in each others arms, their worries of running a kingdom and making a living cast away.
Author's Note: Okay, here it is. . . and it's pure fluff. To check on status of updates of this story and my other fics, click on my member profile. Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter Two
Garnet rode the ship to Lindblum in silence. She gazed out the window, resting her head in her hand, watching the landscape fly past her. She thought of her adventures with Zidane and how she wished they would never end. She never wanted to return to the castle and live a life that she didn't want. It had just been thrown in her face, and it never mattered how much she said she didn't want it, it was hers. But if she was going to have to go through it, she wasn't going to let social status keep her apart from what she wanted. Only he could keep her away from him.
The ding! of the ship arriving in Lindblum made her jump in her seat, and she quickly looked up to see the docks approaching. She pulled her hood further over her face and stood, holding onto one of the rails as the ship came to a halt. As soon as the doors opened she leapt onto the platform and hurried out of the station. She remembered the clock tower that housed Tantalus's hideout, and headed in that direction, keeping her face hidden while glancing at other people, wishing that he was one of them. She finally reached the building and looked up at it. The reconstruction was still taking place, but there appeared to have been significant progress. She pulled the letter out of her pocket and held it to her heart, taking a deep breath as thunder clapped above her head. Alexander give me strength, she thought. She gripped the note tightly in her hand and entered the building.
The inside was a damaged, if not worse, than the outside. Large wooden beams hung down from the roof, and some of the windows were broken. Papers and items were strewn across the floor messily, and she carefully tried to avoid them as she navigated in the dark through the mess.
"Hello?" she called, her voice echoing off the high ceiling. It was dark and the rain pounding on the pavement outside answered her call. Her shoulders slumped, the emptiness of the building adding to her despair.
"Anybody?" she called again. Silence.
"Zidane?" she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She hung her head and turned to leave, when suddenly there was a soft thud behind her. She turned on her heel to see what it was.
Silhouetted against the darkness, she could make out his shape. He stayed in the shadows, leaning against a wood beam. In the brief flashes of lightning from outside, she could see his face, twisted in pain, his eyes hidden behind his hair.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice flat.
"I - I . . . " she stammered, suddenly unable to speak. He only lingered in the dark. She looked down and pulled the letter from her pocket and unfolded it. Lightning flashes again and he catches sight of it. He turns away from her, hanging his head. "Don't start, please. I didn't write that."
"Don't lie to me Zidane."
"You weren't supposed to see it."
"Did you mean it?" She asked urgently, taking a step toward him. "Everything you wrote . . . is it true?"
He turned around to face her, and even in the dark she could feel his eyes on her. There was an unbearably long silence before he answered.
"Yes. It's true. With every fiber of my being, it's true."
There was another silence then, so still that it rang loudly in their ears. In the darkness he could see her face covered with shock. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes boring into his. Finally, unable to bear the pain, he spoke.
"You should go. This is no place for a Queen," he said, moving to turn away from her. Her heart ached at his words. I am not a Queen, she thought. I'm Dagger . . .
She rushed toward him, and turned him around to face her. He looked at her with surprise as she put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to her, her lips capturing his with a fierce passion that she never knew she had. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, and pulled her body close to his, sighing at how wonderful and perfect she felt against him. He breathed in deeply, taking in her smell, his hands traveling up and down her back, his thief hands memorizing her curves. She breathed in sharply, his touch sending shivers through her whole body.
His hands finally came to rest on her cheeks, framing her face with his hands. He reluctantly pulled away from her to look into her eyes. Her eyes were flooded with love and adoration, and she smiled up at him.
"I love you," he whispered, brushing his nose to hers.
"And I love you," she said, caressing his cheek with her hand. He smiled and lowered his head again, their lips meeting again passionately. His hands ran down her back to the bottom of her blouse and he clutched the soft material in his hands, overcome with bliss. She nodded her head slightly, and deepened the kiss further. He began to step backwards, blindly leading her towards the door to his bedroom. He stopped outside of it, and took one of her hands in his, their fingers entwining tightly through their rough leather gloves. With his other hand he reached up to her face, lightly brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Dagger, I would never hurt you, you know that. Nothing has to happen if you don-" he began to tell her when she silenced him but placing a finger over his lips.
"I want those things you described in your letter. I want them as much as I want to give them to you." She told him. His lips lightly kissed her finger before she pulled it away from his face and entered the room. He followed, and closed the door behind them. They collapsed on the bed together, and pulled each other close.
With the rain pounding at the window above them, they made love. Social status and material worth were thrown away forever as they became lovers, their souls connecting in a way that made them both feel as though they'd been swallowed into an endless pit of bliss. And after, they held each other close and whispered sweet nothings to each other until they fell asleep in each others arms, their worries of running a kingdom and making a living cast away.