Chapter XI: Awakenings
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Celes stirred as she stretched. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, she woke dreamily to the sight of a red rose beside her pillow. Smiling, she closed her eyes and shifted into a new position, trying to return to her blissful sleep.
But then...
Celes immediately sat up from HER bed. She was shocked to realize that she was back in her OWN room wearing a pajama top that didn't belong to her. But when she breathed, she smiled as HIS scent filled her lungs. She knew whom the PJ top belonged to.
And looking around her room, she knew who carried her to her bed. But how? He was injured and almost dying. And he looked like a man in perfect health as he sat on her chair with his legs propped up on the table in a lazy manner.
His calm demeanor was greatly familiar for she always saw it on her master whenever he was bored. The only difference was, he was smiling at her.
"Good afternoon," Sol smiled. He was wearing a black double breasted suit and a felt hat rested on the table. He dropped his legs from the table and started to stand up. Only to fall to the ground a moment later. Celes giggled as she looked at Sol as he tried to stand.
"Do move so much just yet," she smiled. "Your blood escaped your legs."
"At least I still have blood," he blushed as he saw Celes's curvaceous form. He practically swallowed and looked away. "When I woke up with a very lovely half naked woman wrapping her arms around my, some... ehem... let's just say every part of my body was working perfectly." It took Celes a moment to understand what he was talking about.
When she did, she blushed and looked away.
"Why am I in my room?" she asked shyly. Sol answered her just as shyly.
"It is inappropriate for a woman to be caught almost naked to a man who is also naked in a room in such a compromising position," he said as he sat down by her bed.
"Is that the only reason?" she asked as she slowly looked at his serene face.
"No," his smiled faltered. "I needed you out of my room and you into clothes before I lose myself." He smirked. "I don't trust myself in my weakened state."
"Oh?" Celes had a husky smile as she leaned towards him. Sol gulped as he saw her cleavage created by her ample breasts. His pajama top was a little too big for her and her breast swayed as she got up on all fours and inched herself catlike towards him.
Sighing in defeat, Sol then smiled and placed a gentle hand on her cheek and leaned forward for a kiss. Smiling in triumph, Celes closed her eyes and waited.
"Wipe that smirk off your face," Sol said playfully making her to open her eyes.
"Wipe it off yourself," she said seductively.
"With what?" he smiled as he came closer to her.
"Think of something," Celes said as drew in closer. She could feel his hot breath as he inched closer. She shivered inwardly as she closed her eyes. Now she could have both her hungers fulfilled. A little more closer and she would touch his lips.
But suddenly, a loud knock interrupted their moment. Celes opened her eyes and was thankful that Sol had looked away for she felt that her pupils had slit into their demonic state. But Sol's soft hand on hers calmed her and when her eyes returned to normal, she inhaled sharply when he saw that his pupils were also narrow like a cat's. But they immediately turned to normal as he looked at her.
"Who is it?" Celes asked as she pondered at what she had just seen.
"Ms. Celes," Walter's voice came from outside. "Have you seen Mr. Sol? He has wandered from his bed." A small smile crept into her lips.
"And you think he wandered into mine?" she said slyly. She felt his blood heat through the door and knew that the steward was blushing.
"Forgive me, Ms. Celes. I believe I am mistaken," with that, she heard him walk away. Only then did she sigh in relief.
"You'd better see what he wants," Celes said as she stood, covering herself with her blanket. "He wouldn't be looking for you if hasn't got a reason. And I think it's important."
"What puzzles me is that he thought that I was here," Sol smiled and stood his full height. "Is there a rumor going around?"
"Not that I know of," Celes smiled and leaned on her table. "But after the incident last night, there might be some talk."
"Three nights ago," Sol corrected her. Celes's eyes grew in surprise.
"We've been a sleep for three nights?" she asked.
"WE'VE been a sleep for two nights," Sol walked over and kissed her cheek. "You slept another day." With that, he took his hat and exited her room. "We shall continue our 'conversation' another time," he said and closed the door. Celes touched her cheek and smiled.
"I'm counting on it," she dropped the blanket to the floor and started to dress.
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"Are we prepared?" a voice in the dark asked.
"All we need now is that bitch and her pet," a man in a black robe said.
"If I know HIM he has already sensed my presence," the voice said. "Now we wait."
"Until when?" the robed man asked.
"Until I say so," the voice said in a tone that left no room for discussion.
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end of 11.
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Celes stirred as she stretched. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, she woke dreamily to the sight of a red rose beside her pillow. Smiling, she closed her eyes and shifted into a new position, trying to return to her blissful sleep.
But then...
Celes immediately sat up from HER bed. She was shocked to realize that she was back in her OWN room wearing a pajama top that didn't belong to her. But when she breathed, she smiled as HIS scent filled her lungs. She knew whom the PJ top belonged to.
And looking around her room, she knew who carried her to her bed. But how? He was injured and almost dying. And he looked like a man in perfect health as he sat on her chair with his legs propped up on the table in a lazy manner.
His calm demeanor was greatly familiar for she always saw it on her master whenever he was bored. The only difference was, he was smiling at her.
"Good afternoon," Sol smiled. He was wearing a black double breasted suit and a felt hat rested on the table. He dropped his legs from the table and started to stand up. Only to fall to the ground a moment later. Celes giggled as she looked at Sol as he tried to stand.
"Do move so much just yet," she smiled. "Your blood escaped your legs."
"At least I still have blood," he blushed as he saw Celes's curvaceous form. He practically swallowed and looked away. "When I woke up with a very lovely half naked woman wrapping her arms around my, some... ehem... let's just say every part of my body was working perfectly." It took Celes a moment to understand what he was talking about.
When she did, she blushed and looked away.
"Why am I in my room?" she asked shyly. Sol answered her just as shyly.
"It is inappropriate for a woman to be caught almost naked to a man who is also naked in a room in such a compromising position," he said as he sat down by her bed.
"Is that the only reason?" she asked as she slowly looked at his serene face.
"No," his smiled faltered. "I needed you out of my room and you into clothes before I lose myself." He smirked. "I don't trust myself in my weakened state."
"Oh?" Celes had a husky smile as she leaned towards him. Sol gulped as he saw her cleavage created by her ample breasts. His pajama top was a little too big for her and her breast swayed as she got up on all fours and inched herself catlike towards him.
Sighing in defeat, Sol then smiled and placed a gentle hand on her cheek and leaned forward for a kiss. Smiling in triumph, Celes closed her eyes and waited.
"Wipe that smirk off your face," Sol said playfully making her to open her eyes.
"Wipe it off yourself," she said seductively.
"With what?" he smiled as he came closer to her.
"Think of something," Celes said as drew in closer. She could feel his hot breath as he inched closer. She shivered inwardly as she closed her eyes. Now she could have both her hungers fulfilled. A little more closer and she would touch his lips.
But suddenly, a loud knock interrupted their moment. Celes opened her eyes and was thankful that Sol had looked away for she felt that her pupils had slit into their demonic state. But Sol's soft hand on hers calmed her and when her eyes returned to normal, she inhaled sharply when he saw that his pupils were also narrow like a cat's. But they immediately turned to normal as he looked at her.
"Who is it?" Celes asked as she pondered at what she had just seen.
"Ms. Celes," Walter's voice came from outside. "Have you seen Mr. Sol? He has wandered from his bed." A small smile crept into her lips.
"And you think he wandered into mine?" she said slyly. She felt his blood heat through the door and knew that the steward was blushing.
"Forgive me, Ms. Celes. I believe I am mistaken," with that, she heard him walk away. Only then did she sigh in relief.
"You'd better see what he wants," Celes said as she stood, covering herself with her blanket. "He wouldn't be looking for you if hasn't got a reason. And I think it's important."
"What puzzles me is that he thought that I was here," Sol smiled and stood his full height. "Is there a rumor going around?"
"Not that I know of," Celes smiled and leaned on her table. "But after the incident last night, there might be some talk."
"Three nights ago," Sol corrected her. Celes's eyes grew in surprise.
"We've been a sleep for three nights?" she asked.
"WE'VE been a sleep for two nights," Sol walked over and kissed her cheek. "You slept another day." With that, he took his hat and exited her room. "We shall continue our 'conversation' another time," he said and closed the door. Celes touched her cheek and smiled.
"I'm counting on it," she dropped the blanket to the floor and started to dress.
*
"Are we prepared?" a voice in the dark asked.
"All we need now is that bitch and her pet," a man in a black robe said.
"If I know HIM he has already sensed my presence," the voice said. "Now we wait."
"Until when?" the robed man asked.
"Until I say so," the voice said in a tone that left no room for discussion.
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end of 11.