DISCLAIMER: I do not own Final Fantasy IX, any of the characters from that game or Sir Elton John's song COLD. I do, however love all three and felt the need to use them in this story that I am making no money from. It is strictly for my own amusement and the amusement of others via fanfiction.net.
I do own this story however. Do not copy or plagiarize my work or re-post it without my permission.
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You said don't cry to me
He said I'm a dead man if you leave
I have no feelings, I have no heart
Love always cuts out
The warm and tender part
Love hurts so much
Love cuts so deep
It's a hot sweat and a cold shake
Like drowning in your sleep
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Garnet had insisted on going back to the palace the next morning. "Janus will worry about me. And then it will just be worse."
"Dagger, please. Don't go back. He doesn't love you." He felt tears in his eyes and his throat close. "I do."
"I have to, Zidane. Love…doesn't matter anymore. It never had anything to do with my marriage." She turned to leave.
Before she had taken three steps, Zidane grabbed her and spun her around. "It still matters. That's why you came to me."
"I know," she whispered.
Neither one knew which had initiated the kiss. It was fiery, containing six months of pent up passion. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms gently around her sore back. She clung to him like a lifeline back to the real world.
They didn't remember going back to the bed. In moments, clothes were torn away, and flesh met flesh. They devoured each other--each starving for the other after far too long apart.
When she felt him penetrate her finally, Garnet knew she'd been a fool to throw Zidane aside.
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It was nearly noon when Garnet stepped through the door of her bedchamber. Steiner had been frantically searching for her outside the palace on her return. When he saw the condition of her face, he'd gone livid--demanding the name of the brigand responsible.
She was grateful that he'd actually shut up when she told him too. Apparently, the last three years had taught him some tact finally.
Garnet was fully prepared to strip out of her bloodied clothes and fall into bed again, but a voice from behind her door stopped her.
"Where did you go, love? I was worried."
She turned to see Janus push her door closed.
"I…I went for a walk." She couldn't have looked him in the face if she hadn't been lying.
"A walk where, love?" he grabbed her chin, squeezing the bruises painfully. "Did you go and see the monkey?"
"I went to see Uncle Cid."
He drew his other hand back and struck her. "Lies! Why must you always lie to me?!"
She said nothing.
Janus knelt down to where she was huddled on the floor. "Mark my words, Garnet. If I catch you with him, I will kill him. And I will make you watch."
She nodded weakly. "Yes, Janus."
"Good." He tipped her head up to him, and planted a firm kiss on her lips. "I expect you for dinner tonight."
"Yes, Janus."
He seemed satisfied with that and left the room.
Garnet gathered herself into a ball and rocked back and forth on the floor crying. "Oh, mother…what do I do?"
I do own this story however. Do not copy or plagiarize my work or re-post it without my permission.
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You said don't cry to me
He said I'm a dead man if you leave
I have no feelings, I have no heart
Love always cuts out
The warm and tender part
Love hurts so much
Love cuts so deep
It's a hot sweat and a cold shake
Like drowning in your sleep
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Garnet had insisted on going back to the palace the next morning. "Janus will worry about me. And then it will just be worse."
"Dagger, please. Don't go back. He doesn't love you." He felt tears in his eyes and his throat close. "I do."
"I have to, Zidane. Love…doesn't matter anymore. It never had anything to do with my marriage." She turned to leave.
Before she had taken three steps, Zidane grabbed her and spun her around. "It still matters. That's why you came to me."
"I know," she whispered.
Neither one knew which had initiated the kiss. It was fiery, containing six months of pent up passion. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms gently around her sore back. She clung to him like a lifeline back to the real world.
They didn't remember going back to the bed. In moments, clothes were torn away, and flesh met flesh. They devoured each other--each starving for the other after far too long apart.
When she felt him penetrate her finally, Garnet knew she'd been a fool to throw Zidane aside.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was nearly noon when Garnet stepped through the door of her bedchamber. Steiner had been frantically searching for her outside the palace on her return. When he saw the condition of her face, he'd gone livid--demanding the name of the brigand responsible.
She was grateful that he'd actually shut up when she told him too. Apparently, the last three years had taught him some tact finally.
Garnet was fully prepared to strip out of her bloodied clothes and fall into bed again, but a voice from behind her door stopped her.
"Where did you go, love? I was worried."
She turned to see Janus push her door closed.
"I…I went for a walk." She couldn't have looked him in the face if she hadn't been lying.
"A walk where, love?" he grabbed her chin, squeezing the bruises painfully. "Did you go and see the monkey?"
"I went to see Uncle Cid."
He drew his other hand back and struck her. "Lies! Why must you always lie to me?!"
She said nothing.
Janus knelt down to where she was huddled on the floor. "Mark my words, Garnet. If I catch you with him, I will kill him. And I will make you watch."
She nodded weakly. "Yes, Janus."
"Good." He tipped her head up to him, and planted a firm kiss on her lips. "I expect you for dinner tonight."
"Yes, Janus."
He seemed satisfied with that and left the room.
Garnet gathered herself into a ball and rocked back and forth on the floor crying. "Oh, mother…what do I do?"