~*~ Knights & Lovers ~*~
By Vick330
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and its characters are property of Squaresoft. No patent and/or copyright infringement is intended.
Foreword: The following contains erotica scenes, and is meant for mature readers. Please use discretion, and if sexually explicit material offends you do not read any further.
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I need to tell you,
I am so happy when you're near me
That I can't get used
to not hearing your sweet voice
You can see now
that nothing is the same anymore
All is sadness when you're not there…
Juan Luis Guerra – Palomita Blanca
(freely translated from Spanish)
~*~ III – The Book Of Life ~*~
I don't believe in fate. I refuse to accept that life is predetermined, that our path is written somewhere, and that we have no say in our destiny. Then again, I know that I've always been the odd one, but on this I am adamant.
I make one exception though, and that is when Cristina Monica Reina Ema Antonia Maria Juanita Dolores Conchita Milagros Renata Francesca Manuela Angelica Veronica Marisol Consuelo –the love of my life, nicknamed Chrissy for short, and known to most as 'the little library girl' or 'pig-tail girl' (which she still wears sometimes)– looks at me with her beautiful brown, sad eyes, and states in her gentle voice that we were destined to be together.
I could never argue with her, not only because I know I'd lose –for she is really smart– but also because I wouldn't want to make her sad. Chrissy is a gentle and sensitive soul, and over the years, just by her serene and levelheaded attitude, she has managed to tone down my exuberant personality… a little bit anyway.
After we kicked aunty Ulti's ass, I came back to Balamb Garden and I gathered the courage to ask her out (Chrissy, not Ulti!). Ours proved to be a rocky path, as all the attention I was getting was too much for her. We broke up, but then we met again at Seifer and Fujin's wedding (still surprised that those two haven't killed each other yet) and made up.
Since Squall left for Esthar Garden, I became Commander at Balamb and we are quite happy with our life here. In these peaceful times, I don't need to be constantly at Garden and we had a house built near the beach. It is quite big, as we have six children and the east wing accommodates a good-sized library.
Jenah and Andah, our first and fourth born, went to visit Irv and Selph in Trabia. Marah and Ricky, our fifth and sixth children, are in Esthar with Squall and Rin. Tying for second and third positions are the twins, Zenah and Tarah, who are a lot like me and quite energetic. They are sleeping over at Seifer's house, for my girls are friends with Axandra Almasy. They also have a rare talent to drive my good old pal bananas. Usually it is Axandra who wants to have them over, and they always have my blessing – Hee hee!
I'm just back from Deling, and Chrissy is in the library as I expected. She is wearing a simple housedress, with a flowery pattern that compliments well her tanned complexion. She smiles upon seeing me, but she's not all that cheerful. I hope that this rare book I found will please her. Books always make her happy.
"Zellito, the house is so empty without los chicos…" [los chicos : the kids]
'Yeah, I know Chrissy, I miss them too.' – she's right, for the house seems bigger than usual without the kids to liven it up.
'Don't worry, they'll all be back soon.' I offer, and show her my price, 'By the way, I found this and thought you might like it.'
"Oh! Creative Cuisine by Eiko Carol!" She exclaims while hugging me tightly, "¡Eres un amor! And I missed you, Amorcito." [Eres un amor : you're a darling – Amorcito : Beloved]
'I missed you too,' I reply honestly.
"Well, I am bored and I don't feel like reading." She says with a sigh, "¿Quieres hacer algo?" [Quieres hacer algo : You want to do something]
My grin pretty much answers that particular question, and she protests amusedly.
"Is that all you ever think about?"
'Pretty much, mi palomita.' – yeah, I've learned a little Spanish over the years. [mi palomita : my little dove (term of endearment)]
Chrissy makes to walk towards the library's exit, but I gently hold her back, "I was thinking that maybe we could just stay here."
"¡¡¡¿AQUÍ?!!!" [HERE?!!!]
I just kiss her gently, sliding my hands up her back then back down. If there's something that is sure to turn her to mush, it's a good backrub. Soon enough I feel her relax, and I unbutton the back of her dress, exposing her bare skin.
'Not wearing a bra, you naughty señorita?' [señorita : young lady]
"Te estaba esperando," she answers with a mischievous grin, "And it's not the only thing I am not wearing…" [Te estaba esperando : I was waiting for you – And it's not the onl… huh, guess you guys get the picture]
Gah! Now I'll never be able to stop what I'm doing! Most think of my woman as a quiet, serious and reserved person, but in the secrecy of our intimacy she gives free rein to the fire running in her veins. He, we did have six children after all.
Chrissy was on the skinny side when we first met, but motherhood has matured her, in a way obvious in the fullness of her breasts, in the roundness of her hips, in her healthy and beautiful body. Her tanned 'morena' skin has always been soft, and my desire for her hasn't waned over the years, for it is more than a touch, more than a kiss. It is more, much more than words could ever say.
The dress lays forgotten on the library's polished floor, and with her help I also discard my own clothing. She's undressing me slowly, unhurriedly, with that sensuality that is part of her nature. As my underpants join her garment, she doesn't rise but gives me one of those seductive looks of hers. I then feel the warmth of her lips surrounding my manhood, and I surrender to her loving caress.
The softness, the wetness, and the tenderness of her warm mouth nearly brings me to the brink of ecstasy, but I wish to make this moment last, and I gently make her rise. Once she is standing, I proceed to kiss every inch of her body, softly tasting her hands, her arms, her neck, her breast… We've been together for so many years, and yet I despair to ever be able to get enough of her, to ever really taste her, to ever fully be with her…
She guides me to the large couch by the window, and I see that over it is thrown her favorite satin-covered comforter. As she lays down on the white fabric, she looks like a nymph made of a piece of night, resting on a pure cloud. I resume my exploration by continuing on her feet, her legs, her tights, her now swollen labia … I love each and every part of her, and time has only made that love stronger.
I always feel wonder at the contrasts between us. She told me once that she was the night, and I that I am the day. My hair is the sun, my eyes the endless sky, and she is the fertile earth and the quiet of nightfall. Thus we are one because of our differences, uniting into something that is much more than just our sum. As the earth joins the sky, as there is no day without night… such are we, and I can't envision life any other way than with her beside me.
I drink the sweet tasting nectar flowing from her womanhood, as if it was a life-giving source, playing my tongue between her folds, teasing that small mound between her legs. I feel her tense, she calls my name in ecstasy as her pleasure erupts, and I gently continue my caress in a way that I know not many men care to. It's just that over the years I've learned about these small things that bring her to the peak of rapture, and of the importance of cuddling and tenderness.
"Te amo…" she says softly, and I position myself near her entrance… [Te amo : I love you]
She gives me one of her sensuous looks, in that way of hers that is both electrifying and seductive. As I enter her, feeling her womanly softness, I know that I am rapidly reaching the point of no return, and she encourages this by her kisses and caresses. As reach the summit of pleasure, I call her name, "Ho, Cristina Monica Reina Ema Antonia Maria Juanita Dolores Conchita Milagros Renata Francesca Manuela Angelica Veronica Marisol Consuelo! Te amo, te amo por siempre…" [Te amo, te amo por siempre… : I love you, I love you forever…]
She pulls the soft quilt over us, as I kiss and taste her beloved body. Words can never, ever express all I feel for her, or how much I love her… Only in the too brief joining of our beings can I ever hope to express part of it, and yet I know that she feels the same way. We are not only lovers, but also soul mates, and in a touch we can share so much more than any elaborate speech ever can.
*****
As I already stated, I don't believe in fate. I can't picture that our destinies are written in some library of doom, and that we have no free will. What I do believe is that life is like a book always in progress, and that the important thing is to fill it well, before the dreaded words 'The End' announce it's conclusion. I like to think that Chrissy and I are creating quite a rich, and interesting work of literature. We have it well filled with chapter after chapter of happiness and love, and of course a few sad moments – but such a creation needs a little drama too after all. I know that our children are already writing their own books of life, even if they don't realize it yet, but I also know that they'll always be an important part of ours.
"What are you thinking, Zellito?" inquires my Palomita.
'Have you ever read such a good book, with such a great story, that you wish that it'll never end?' I reply.
"Si, but they are rare…" [Si : Yes]
'That was what I was thinking, I just wish that our story will never, ever end…'
"As do I, Amorcito."
I guess it's time to turn the page for this day. Neither of us seems to be willing to leave the couch, and the warmth of each other's embrace, so I pull the comforter tighter over us and gently caress my lover. Soon enough she is claimed by slumber, and I also feel my mind drifting to the realm of dreams.
My last thought is one of gratitude for having Cristina Monica Reina Ema Antonia Maria Juanita Dolores Conchita Milagros Renata Francesca Manuela Angelica Veronica Marisol Consuelo by my side. I also feel gratitude for our children, our friends, and all the blessings that have been bestowed upon us.
I am a lucky guy.
Life is good…
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~*~ The Next Morning… ~*~
*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!*
Mmmm, what the…
*Dintch! I know you're in there! It's your turn to care for the girls!*
Zenah, Tarah and Axandra: *Giggles*
"Zellito, it's Seifer with Zenah, Tarah and Axandra." Informs me my sweet Latina.
Huh, yeah, it's already morning, and Seifer's girls are supposed to stay over the weekend. Well, better get up then. We rise, and Chrissy wraps the cover around her naked body, as I pull on my shorts in a hurry. In the hall, she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me in a way that always make my knees weak.
"I expect an encore tonight, when the girls are asleep, Amorcito…"
Gah! I know three kids that are going to bed really early!
*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!*
*Dintch! Open up! I can see you through the tainted glass of the door!*
Zenah, Tarah and Axandra: *Giggles*
Ho well, I better open up. We wouldn't want my ole pal Seifer to burst an artery, and deprive Axandra of her daddy after all, hee hee!
*DINCHT!!!*
Chrissy is just so beautiful covered in white satin, with her dark skin and voluptuous figure… I hug her tightly, yet gently, and drink from her full lips. She then runs up the stairs, giving me a quick wink, and I have to pull myself from the sight of her so I can go open the door…
*DINCHT!!!*
Zenah, Tarah and Axandra: *Giggles*
I'm coming Seifer! Don't have a cow, man!
Zenah, Tarah and Axandra: *Giggles*
As I walk to the front door, I can hardly wait for tonight, but right now I feel just so happy and fulfilled…
Yes, life is really good.
As I said, I am grateful for all the blessings bestowed upon Chrissy and myself.
And I am grateful that the last chapter of our book is still a long, very, very long way off…
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