Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I don't own Final Fantasy X-2, I don't own my house, I don't own my car, I don't own my pants.

Warning: Sexual Content…I repeat Sexual Content. Lemons and Limes are my kind of fruit, and if you ain't cool with that turn around now.

For a Crimson Angel

Paine's scarlet eyes burn like fire. Baralai could not help shifting his weight under her intense gaze. "I'm sorry"

Silence. Overwhelming. Just that hard stare. Baralai could hardly lift his head to look at her. That fierce terrible look. As if the girl would tear off his head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew something would happen. Prepaired himself. But still…when the palm of her hand connected with the side of his face, he flinched and stumbled in surprise.

Baralai couldn't even look at her now. Couldn't even breathe. "I..."

"Shut up" Paine's hard sharp voice snapped.

Nothing happened. She didn't move. He didn't move. A stand off. Baralai was the weaker one, he opened his eyes and looked at her. That hard red glare still burrowing deep into his skull. "You have to know…I wanted to stay with you. I wanted to find you."

"Nothing stopped you Baralai. You were a free man, are a free man." Paine's voice was like ice dripping into his gut. Piercing through the flesh and causing his shoulders to become heavy.

She shifted her weight and let her sword scrap the ground next to her warrior boots. "You say your sorry. But your word isn't worth the air it's carried on."

He reached out to her, forcing himself forward. All he wanted was to be able to hold her again. To be able to laugh with her again. To have that fun and curious girl back. She had changed so much.

The blunt side of her blade came up and smacked his hands away. Discouraging the slightest touch. "No Baralai." She tilted her head at him. "I won't run back to you. I'm free. I'm a Gullwing, and I will fly as far from you as I can."

She lifted up the sword and swung the metal, massive and yet easy for her to heave. The blade slice toward him but he just closed his eyes. I'm sorry. I'm at your mercy, even if you have none left for me. I should have been stronger

Cold sweat covered Baralai's body as he shot up in his bed. Panting from fear, his heart racing. Paine, he felt her in every sense deep inside him still. He looked across the soft and luscious fabrics of his room. They same room since his childhood.

He pulled himself up and walked to the door. He lifted his hand slowly and let his knuckes fall on the hand carved oak. A panel in the center of the deeply stained wood shifted to revel a face. "Master, I am at your service."

"Some water please" Baralai asked softly leaning against the door.

"Yes sir. Would you like some company tonight?" The guard asked looking at his master's weary face.

"No, thank you, but your company enough." Baralai turned from the door to conclude the conversation and walked toward the large window. He lowered himself onto the soft window seat. Extending his fingers he slowly traced the cold window pane's to the handles. Pushing them down he felt the window click and let it slide open. He slid his fingers to the harsh black iron that covered the opening.

Bars. Heavy. Strong. Stronger then him. Separating him from all of Spira. From her.

"I'm sorry" He whispered to the cold dark night.