The Sacrament.

I hear you breathe so far from me, I feel your touch so close and real.

HIM, The Sacrament.

Rinoa lay in the bed alone, her hand softly caressing the warm area he had lay in. He had quickly left her when he had heard Seifer had been spotted. She was dismayed for she had been so immersed in their embrace, but she also understood why he had to go.

Even though he was no longer physically present she could still feel him, his soft warm lips caressing her neck and shoulders, rough yet gentle hands exploring her body intimately.

His breath hot on her skin making her body tingle as he kissed her.

His hair tickling her lips as she moaned in pleasure.

All these feelings still assaulted her senses as did he sound of their hearts beating together sounded in her ears. On some level she knew she was only imagining but on a deeper spiritual level she knew it was true because of their connection.

Their deep love that transcended this physical plane of existence, had them joined heart, mind and soul until they were one, able to sense the others feelings, attuned to each other that they almost knew what they were doing when they were not together. Rinoa slowly traced Squall's touches with her own hand to prolong the sensation but it wasn't the same. She wished for her knight to return so she could feel his soft passionate touch that her body and soul craved so much.