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"Setzer..."
He hadn't been expecting her, or anyone for that matter. Celes stood within the doorway of the small space he called a room. He was in front of the single window, gazing out into the night. The stars looked quite beautiful, spotting the midnight sky. Hearing his name sent chills down his spine, for he knew that voice, smooth, silky.
Slowly he turned to face her, eyes falling upon the pale beauty that stood only a few feet away. Many questions entered his mind. Why had she come here? What was it she wanted? Did she need to be brought somewhere? Is that the only reason she came to bother him? Or was it for something else... Ah, but she did look lovely, ravishing. Her body seemed molded to the cotton dress. The plunging neckline was teasing, giving only a slight glimpse of her generous bust. The dress was made of both white, and a dyed crimson material, brilliantly sewn together to create a rather stunning garment, definitely eye catching. It hugged her hips rather tightly and continued downward, the skirt rather simple, though loose, so as not to restrict her movement.
Setzer shifted rather uncomfortably as she began to approach him. Her pace was slow, making him feel even more uncomfortable. Such a pace was not usual for her, and could only mean that little mind of hers was scheming. She was going to do something. Kill him? No, that he doubted.
The angelic beauty paused not even a foot in front of him, a delicate hand moving up, fingers gingerly running over the thin scars upon his face. Her touch was so soft, so gentle. Shuddering, he slowly let his lids close over his eyes, his brain no longer running wild with questions. It had gone blank, hazy.
Slowly she leaned in, pressing her lips against his gently, slender arms slowly sliding about his neck, pulling her voluptuous body against his. In turn, a gloved hand came to rest upon her face, while his other arm wrapped about her waist, holding her against him. There was no way he could resist her, and she knew it. Even if there was the slightest bit of doubt in the back of his mind, his body was in no way inclined to listen. He gave in to his needs, the desire he had for her. It was just a simple kiss, but he knew why she had come, what she was there for.
Deepening the kiss, Setzer slowly slid his gloved hand into the silky, golden locks of the lovely creature he held so close to him. He tasted the inside of her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, exploring, playing a game of "tag" with her own. The kiss was absolutely devastating, intoxicating, most definitely arousing. His hand slowly slid from her hair, moving down to her breast, cupping the fullness of it, molding it within his palm, causing the nipple to stiffen. The other hand was busy working at the laces that held the dress tightly against her body. The tiny strings were a bit difficult to untie, but once he managed, it was only a matter of loosening them. Celes' arms slowly slid from about his neck, lips slowly leaving his, breaking their kiss. Her slender hands slowly slid down his chest, before they moved aside, pushing the elegant black coat from his shoulders.
Reluctantly, Setzer had to remove his hands from her luscious body, allowing the garment to fall from his shoulders to rest at his feet in a pool of black. He took the moment to remove his gloves, gingerly pulling them off finger by finger, and dropping them to the floor. His naked hands slowly moved forth, cupping her pale face, almost as if he were holding it in place as his head moved forward, slightly canted, his lips pressing against hers passionately. The moment their lips were joined in yet another heated kiss, his hands, soft, smooth due to the constant wear of those gloves, slid down her slender neck, and out across her shoulders, shoving the soft fabric of her dress down her arms, exposing more of her generous bosom. The dress significantly looser, he slid his bare hand past the fabric, fingers tickling, burning the bare flesh of her breast, just before he cupped it within his palm, fondling gently. Celes' hands gripped lightly at his shoulders through the silky fabric of his shirt, moaning softly within the kiss. His palm brushed against her nipple, and it stiffened even more, forming a painful peak beneath the warmth of his smooth hands.
His lips left her own, placing heated kisses upon her silky neck, while his hands continued their pleasureful assault. They slid up along her smooth flesh, pushing the fabric down further still. He was forced to pause, his hands sliding back, taking hold of her own. Setzer removed them from his shoulders, lowering them for a moment to allow him to completely remove the sleeves from her arms, and leave her upper body bare. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his gaze roaming over her naked flesh. Celes shifted slightly, biting down gently on her lower lip as she lowered her gaze to the floor, color blooming within her pale cheeks.
"So beautiful..." A slender finger was placed beneath her chin, gently lifting it so that he may meet her gaze. A tender kiss was placed upon her lips before he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, sending a ripple of pleasure rolling down her body.
A gasp escaped her pale lips, body arching upward, begging for more as he teased the hardened bud with his tongue. Delicate fingers found their way to his shoulder again, gripping them tightly. Her body trembled against his, Setzer's hands sliding down lower, shoving the fabric down past her hips, allowing the dress to slip completely from her body, pooling at her feet in a mass of white and crimson.
Celes' arms slid about his neck, her head resting just at the side of his. Smooth lips brushed teasingly against his ear, her breath warm, slightly tickling him. "Make love to me, Setzer."
The words sent chills down his spine. Had she not asked, he would have taken her anyway. It was quite obvious it was what she wanted. Why else would she allow him to go so far as to remove her from of that cotton garment? With a fiery, yet gentle kiss, he began to unbutton his shirt, shuddering as her delicate hands slid down, running over the newly exposed flesh, riddled with scars, much more than the few that marked his colorless face. Unable to control himself any longer, Setzer hastily slid down her lacey white panties, bending to remove her stockings and shoes as well. Having stripped her bare, he pulled off his own shirt, then his boots.
Carefully, Setzer eased the ravishing beauty down onto his bed, lips pressing against hers in a savage kiss. One hand cupped her breast, gently caressing, teasing her nipple, while the other hand slowly slid down, across her smooth stomach, and further still, cupping the mound of her sex, fingers running through the golden curls.
"Setzer..." She moaned against his lips as he parted her moist folds, sliding a finger inside of her.
He deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring, while his hand worked at a rhythmic place, doing a great deal of exploring of it's own. She shifted, desire burning through every fiber of her form, body arching up against him. Celes wanted him, needed him, regardless of the consequences their love making would bring.
Removing his hand from her damp folds, Setzer rose, leaving her to remove the final garment that remained upon his lean, yet slender form. Slipping his pants from his body, he returned to the beautiful angel, gingerly spreading her thighs, positioning himself in-between them. His lips pressed against hers, one hand propping him up, while the other guided his manhood to her entrance. He plunged deeply, Celes giving a small cry, muffled by Setzer's devastating kiss.
His pace began slow, gentle, sliding his erection almost completely out of her warm depths, before plunging inside her damp passage once more, burying himself deep within her. She could feel every inch of him, the slow drag and thrust, pleasure washing over her slender form. Delicate fingers gripped at his shoulders from the back, her body arching, taking him deeper.
Those soft lips pressed against the side of her neck, his pace slowly quickening, in and out, faster, harder, deeper. Nails clawed at his back as his hips pounded against hers, pleasure over taking her, much greater than she had ever experienced before. It was unbearable.
"Oh Gods, Setzer...!" She clutched at him tightly, her fingers digging painfully into his flesh as her body tensed, shuddering, and finally releasing, waves of pleasure washing over her, as well as a feeling of euphoria. She could feel the last of his hard, driving thrusts, his body tensing. Groaning, he shuddered, spilling his seed into her warm depths.
Setzer held her close, Celes clinging to him, as if he would disappear, were she to let go. Never before had she felt anything like this, had she had such a lover...
* * *
Setzer's eyes fluttered open, gazing into the mirror that lay before him. He must have dozed off.
His hair was neatly pulled back, held together by a small black ribbon. His dress, had otherwise remained the same. Edgar had insisted on the Ball, and before he had a chance to lose his temper, the youthful king explained that it was the easiest way to get Celes to meet with him, without arousing any sort of suspicion. Setzer did rather despise such occasions, but Edgar was definitely a little more experienced in the matters than he was.
He wondered how many offers to dance Figaro's King would receive compared to his own... Ha! The women would most definitely choose to wait in line to dance with the angel faced man, rather than approach a man with such a face as himself.
A slender hand moved up, gloved digits tracing over the thin scars that covered the colorless face. Growling, he cast his gaze away from the mirror, and slowly rose from his seat to pace about the tiny guest room. It didn't matter how many women desired to dance with him. There was only one woman he was interested in. Celes.
There came a knock upon the door, followed by a soft, feminine voice.
"Sir Gabbiani, the guests are beginning to arrive."
With a final, disgusted glance toward the mirror, Setzer turned and strode toward the door. A gloved hand shoved it open, though he hesitated. Was she already here? Or would he have to wait? Inhaling a deep breath, he took the final steps that would carry him out the door.
"Setzer..."
He hadn't been expecting her, or anyone for that matter. Celes stood within the doorway of the small space he called a room. He was in front of the single window, gazing out into the night. The stars looked quite beautiful, spotting the midnight sky. Hearing his name sent chills down his spine, for he knew that voice, smooth, silky.
Slowly he turned to face her, eyes falling upon the pale beauty that stood only a few feet away. Many questions entered his mind. Why had she come here? What was it she wanted? Did she need to be brought somewhere? Is that the only reason she came to bother him? Or was it for something else... Ah, but she did look lovely, ravishing. Her body seemed molded to the cotton dress. The plunging neckline was teasing, giving only a slight glimpse of her generous bust. The dress was made of both white, and a dyed crimson material, brilliantly sewn together to create a rather stunning garment, definitely eye catching. It hugged her hips rather tightly and continued downward, the skirt rather simple, though loose, so as not to restrict her movement.
Setzer shifted rather uncomfortably as she began to approach him. Her pace was slow, making him feel even more uncomfortable. Such a pace was not usual for her, and could only mean that little mind of hers was scheming. She was going to do something. Kill him? No, that he doubted.
The angelic beauty paused not even a foot in front of him, a delicate hand moving up, fingers gingerly running over the thin scars upon his face. Her touch was so soft, so gentle. Shuddering, he slowly let his lids close over his eyes, his brain no longer running wild with questions. It had gone blank, hazy.
Slowly she leaned in, pressing her lips against his gently, slender arms slowly sliding about his neck, pulling her voluptuous body against his. In turn, a gloved hand came to rest upon her face, while his other arm wrapped about her waist, holding her against him. There was no way he could resist her, and she knew it. Even if there was the slightest bit of doubt in the back of his mind, his body was in no way inclined to listen. He gave in to his needs, the desire he had for her. It was just a simple kiss, but he knew why she had come, what she was there for.
Deepening the kiss, Setzer slowly slid his gloved hand into the silky, golden locks of the lovely creature he held so close to him. He tasted the inside of her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, exploring, playing a game of "tag" with her own. The kiss was absolutely devastating, intoxicating, most definitely arousing. His hand slowly slid from her hair, moving down to her breast, cupping the fullness of it, molding it within his palm, causing the nipple to stiffen. The other hand was busy working at the laces that held the dress tightly against her body. The tiny strings were a bit difficult to untie, but once he managed, it was only a matter of loosening them. Celes' arms slowly slid from about his neck, lips slowly leaving his, breaking their kiss. Her slender hands slowly slid down his chest, before they moved aside, pushing the elegant black coat from his shoulders.
Reluctantly, Setzer had to remove his hands from her luscious body, allowing the garment to fall from his shoulders to rest at his feet in a pool of black. He took the moment to remove his gloves, gingerly pulling them off finger by finger, and dropping them to the floor. His naked hands slowly moved forth, cupping her pale face, almost as if he were holding it in place as his head moved forward, slightly canted, his lips pressing against hers passionately. The moment their lips were joined in yet another heated kiss, his hands, soft, smooth due to the constant wear of those gloves, slid down her slender neck, and out across her shoulders, shoving the soft fabric of her dress down her arms, exposing more of her generous bosom. The dress significantly looser, he slid his bare hand past the fabric, fingers tickling, burning the bare flesh of her breast, just before he cupped it within his palm, fondling gently. Celes' hands gripped lightly at his shoulders through the silky fabric of his shirt, moaning softly within the kiss. His palm brushed against her nipple, and it stiffened even more, forming a painful peak beneath the warmth of his smooth hands.
His lips left her own, placing heated kisses upon her silky neck, while his hands continued their pleasureful assault. They slid up along her smooth flesh, pushing the fabric down further still. He was forced to pause, his hands sliding back, taking hold of her own. Setzer removed them from his shoulders, lowering them for a moment to allow him to completely remove the sleeves from her arms, and leave her upper body bare. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his gaze roaming over her naked flesh. Celes shifted slightly, biting down gently on her lower lip as she lowered her gaze to the floor, color blooming within her pale cheeks.
"So beautiful..." A slender finger was placed beneath her chin, gently lifting it so that he may meet her gaze. A tender kiss was placed upon her lips before he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, sending a ripple of pleasure rolling down her body.
A gasp escaped her pale lips, body arching upward, begging for more as he teased the hardened bud with his tongue. Delicate fingers found their way to his shoulder again, gripping them tightly. Her body trembled against his, Setzer's hands sliding down lower, shoving the fabric down past her hips, allowing the dress to slip completely from her body, pooling at her feet in a mass of white and crimson.
Celes' arms slid about his neck, her head resting just at the side of his. Smooth lips brushed teasingly against his ear, her breath warm, slightly tickling him. "Make love to me, Setzer."
The words sent chills down his spine. Had she not asked, he would have taken her anyway. It was quite obvious it was what she wanted. Why else would she allow him to go so far as to remove her from of that cotton garment? With a fiery, yet gentle kiss, he began to unbutton his shirt, shuddering as her delicate hands slid down, running over the newly exposed flesh, riddled with scars, much more than the few that marked his colorless face. Unable to control himself any longer, Setzer hastily slid down her lacey white panties, bending to remove her stockings and shoes as well. Having stripped her bare, he pulled off his own shirt, then his boots.
Carefully, Setzer eased the ravishing beauty down onto his bed, lips pressing against hers in a savage kiss. One hand cupped her breast, gently caressing, teasing her nipple, while the other hand slowly slid down, across her smooth stomach, and further still, cupping the mound of her sex, fingers running through the golden curls.
"Setzer..." She moaned against his lips as he parted her moist folds, sliding a finger inside of her.
He deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into her mouth, exploring, while his hand worked at a rhythmic place, doing a great deal of exploring of it's own. She shifted, desire burning through every fiber of her form, body arching up against him. Celes wanted him, needed him, regardless of the consequences their love making would bring.
Removing his hand from her damp folds, Setzer rose, leaving her to remove the final garment that remained upon his lean, yet slender form. Slipping his pants from his body, he returned to the beautiful angel, gingerly spreading her thighs, positioning himself in-between them. His lips pressed against hers, one hand propping him up, while the other guided his manhood to her entrance. He plunged deeply, Celes giving a small cry, muffled by Setzer's devastating kiss.
His pace began slow, gentle, sliding his erection almost completely out of her warm depths, before plunging inside her damp passage once more, burying himself deep within her. She could feel every inch of him, the slow drag and thrust, pleasure washing over her slender form. Delicate fingers gripped at his shoulders from the back, her body arching, taking him deeper.
Those soft lips pressed against the side of her neck, his pace slowly quickening, in and out, faster, harder, deeper. Nails clawed at his back as his hips pounded against hers, pleasure over taking her, much greater than she had ever experienced before. It was unbearable.
"Oh Gods, Setzer...!" She clutched at him tightly, her fingers digging painfully into his flesh as her body tensed, shuddering, and finally releasing, waves of pleasure washing over her, as well as a feeling of euphoria. She could feel the last of his hard, driving thrusts, his body tensing. Groaning, he shuddered, spilling his seed into her warm depths.
Setzer held her close, Celes clinging to him, as if he would disappear, were she to let go. Never before had she felt anything like this, had she had such a lover...
* * *
Setzer's eyes fluttered open, gazing into the mirror that lay before him. He must have dozed off.
His hair was neatly pulled back, held together by a small black ribbon. His dress, had otherwise remained the same. Edgar had insisted on the Ball, and before he had a chance to lose his temper, the youthful king explained that it was the easiest way to get Celes to meet with him, without arousing any sort of suspicion. Setzer did rather despise such occasions, but Edgar was definitely a little more experienced in the matters than he was.
He wondered how many offers to dance Figaro's King would receive compared to his own... Ha! The women would most definitely choose to wait in line to dance with the angel faced man, rather than approach a man with such a face as himself.
A slender hand moved up, gloved digits tracing over the thin scars that covered the colorless face. Growling, he cast his gaze away from the mirror, and slowly rose from his seat to pace about the tiny guest room. It didn't matter how many women desired to dance with him. There was only one woman he was interested in. Celes.
There came a knock upon the door, followed by a soft, feminine voice.
"Sir Gabbiani, the guests are beginning to arrive."
With a final, disgusted glance toward the mirror, Setzer turned and strode toward the door. A gloved hand shoved it open, though he hesitated. Was she already here? Or would he have to wait? Inhaling a deep breath, he took the final steps that would carry him out the door.