~Memories~
By Ola
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A/N~ so this is the bonus chapter for the mix up from before, ok? Micolanea finally goes off. But before she joins the guard, she has one final step to go through.
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Part 5~
"All right, I'm ready," said Micolanea after checking the contents of her bag one last time. The sun had set a few hours ago and the house had been silent when she had left through the window, locking her bedroom door first, then shutting the window, to confuse her parents as much as she could, and get a longer time before the search for her began. By the time they realized she was not in her room as ordered, she would hopefully be far away and out of reach.
"So what are we waiting for. Let's go!" said Buggle with his trademark smile. For a young man who had grown up in the streets, he was unusually happy. Micolanea was too, although her joy was strongly mixed with apprehension.
As soon as they left the village and its lights disappeared, they rejoined the main road since no one had any reason yet of suspecting Lanea's departure. Not counting that it was easier than trekking blindly through the forest. They walked all night, non-stop, until Lanea began stumbling and Buggle was not much better off. Then they stepped into the forest and set up camp some way off the road, to remain unseen by any traveler. Although fall had began, the nights still were not too cold, so they did not bother making any sort of leafy bed, and slept only on a blanket, being covered by another. Sleeping together, on the same "bed" would keep them warm enough.
"How do you feel in your last night as a lady?" asked Buggle, propping his head up to get a better look at her.
"Aaaaawfully tired," she yawned; her eyes already closed. But a moment later, she opened them again.
"Buggle?"
"Mmmm?"
"Have you ever been with a girl?" she glanced at him.
"Yes."
"How…what does it feel like?" she couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew that he was smiling.
"It's different for everyone, but usually it's …very nice," he said simply, as if that should explain it all. After a while, Lanea again broke the silence.
"C…could you show me? I mean, if you don't want to, that's okay, I understand, it…"
Lanea," he interrupted her, "there's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm not! It's just that…I've never been with anyone before…in that way," she mumbled, not looking at him.
"Listen," for once, he sounded very serious. "You don't have to do it because everyone else is too or because you think it will make you a woman. That's a stupid reason. You'll regret your actions if you do it without being sure…are you sure?" she nodded, hopping he could see her in the dark.
"I'm glad I'm the first one you asked Lan," she felt his warm breath tickle her ear, and his body get closer to hers.
She was tense, afraid of the unknown, not knowing what to expect. Slowly, he unlaced her shirt and caressed her stomach. His hand was large and warm, and surprisingly smooth. His other hand found its way under her head and around her shoulder, keeping her close, but not forcefully.
"Relax Lan, it's okay…don't be afraid," the whisper of his voice, and the sound of the wind. Then the feel of his mouth on hers. Warm, firm, and very mobile, but not pushy. His hand traveled up her body, exploring every inch, dancing, tickling, and soothing, up her breasts, around…while his legs encircled hers, his thighs rubbing against her own. Micolanea shivered, clenching her fist on the front of his shirt.
"Lanea. Lan. Feel your arm," the young man suddenly said, stopping his caresses.
"What?"
"You have goose bumps. Listen, it may sound harsh, and I'm sorry if I'll hurt you by saying that, but…you're not ready for it."
"Yes I am! It's just that…it's cold!"
"Lan. You of all people should know your own self the best. But instincts don't lie. You get goose bumps either because it's cold, or because you're afraid. It's not cold, and when you make love with someone, you definitely can't feel cold. But you are afraid."
"I'm sorry I asked," he heard her whisper, and felt her move away from him.
"Lan, don't be that way. It's not that I don't want you. I do. It's just that you aren't ready yet, and I don't want to take advantage of you. Lanea? Please? Don't be angry."
"I'm not," came her soft voice after a long while. "I value your friendship too much to be angry with you. As corny as it may sound, you are my best friend Buggle." She knew he was smiling. She heard it in his voice. But there was something else in it too when he said "thank you Lan," and gave her a kiss, before gently encircling her in his arms and bringing the blanket upon their shoulders.
Far above, the stars had barely moved.
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A/N~ is PG 13 a good rating? Don't know, but since nothing really happened, I think it's ok. If not, please let me know. And review anyway! It makes me so happy when you do… please? =) and I will give you a strawberry. With whipped cream! =)
~Ola~
