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Previously:
"You were the only one who stood back and looked for survivors. You're the reason Crowe's alive. So I think the thanks should come from me," he said and she smiled at him.
Silence.
"I owe you one now," she mused and he grinned.
"First one's on the house," he said and her blush deepened.
End Memory...
Memory...
"Cy, just go!" Nyx shouted at her for the fifth time, but she continued to ignore him.
"If I can get the bleeding to stop, then we can warp. If I can't, then we'll have to walk, and you can barely stand," she mumbled more to herself then to him.
Nyx let out a frustrated growl.
"For the last time, leave me here and g-go! You can still make it back to our side if you go right—"
"—Nyx, shut up!" she screamed at him, silencing him.
"Leaving you is out of the question so stop asking me to. Instead, either save your breath or help me try to stop this bleeding!" she snapped at him wiping the sweat from her forehead with a bloody hand.
He stared at her wide eyed for a minute and then helped her, placing his hand where she needed it. He flinched as she applied pressure to the wound and wrapped it tightly. After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, the bleeding stopped. She stared at the bandage wide eyed.
"It worked," she said in disbelief.
Nyx touched her cheek with his bloody hand.
"Thank you, you did great, but we have to move now," he said firmly and she nodded.
She packed her bag quickly and helped him up. He was clearly in pain, she could tell, but he hid it well. They started walking slowly away from the battle and towards the safety of their side. She had taken on a lot of his weight, but she knew he was trying hard to move on his own and unburden her.
"We'll walk a few feet and hope the bandage holds. If it does, we'll warp—"
"—and if it doesn't?" he asked looking at her.
"We'll probably die," she guessed and he cursed under his breath.
"No, you'll leave—"
"—Nyx—" she started frustrated and then cried out in pain as a bullet pierced her side, sending them both to the ground.
She was quick to turn and fired her gunblade, killing the soldier instantly. She ignored the intense pain flaring up in her body and grabbed Nyx, pulling him behind a stone wall to safety as more bullets were fired at them. Cyla tried to control her breathing, but it was coming out in short gasps. The pain was overriding every thought. She felt Nyx move beside her and tensed as his hands pulled at her cloak.
"I have to stop the bleeding," he whispered and she saw the panic in his eyes as he spoke.
She shook her head and tried to rouse her adrenaline so she could move, but he stopped her.
"We can't move yet," he said firmly.
"If w-we don't move now then we're g-going to die," she shot back.
"If we move too soon then we're going to die," he countered and they fell silent.
Silence.
"Then you move and I'll stay," she said and he cursed under his breath.
"That's not happening," he said through gritted teeth.
He finally undid her cloak and winced seeing the wound. He put pressure on it causing her to cry out. He paled, a sick feeling overwhelming him.
"Look at me. It's going to be okay. You're going to be fine," he said and she nodded.
Silence.
Cyla slowly let her hand cover his, feeling her blood seep through his fingers. He looked at her hand as it made its way over his own and then his eyes met hers. They widened seeing hers so glassy.
Silence.
"Nyx, in all seriousness. If this doesn't go our way—"
"—Cy—"
"—please, listen, my brother. I don't know how he would react to—"
"—stop—"
"—Nyx—"
"—you're talking like you're going to die and you're not going to die. You can't—"
"—I just need to make sure he's okay. He doesn't have anyone else. Please," she begged him.
Silence.
"How are you so sure I'm making it out of here alive?" he asked upset.
Cyla leaned back against the stone and took in a shaky breath.
"You're the hero, remember? Heroes don't die," she whispered and he stared at her wide eyed.
Silence.
"What kind of hero would I be if I couldn't save the people I cared about?" he asked and it was her turn for her eyes to widen slightly.
"Nyx—"
He pressed his lips to hers quickly, silencing her and shocking her at the same time. Before she could do anything, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.
"I care about you...in a way I probably shouldn't; especially when we're usually in life or death situations like this. I'm not leaving you here. I could never do that. I won't let you die," he said and she nodded, shock affecting her ability to speak.
Silence.
"Forever until the end, right?" she whispered and he nodded.
"Right," he whispered and suddenly darkness consumed him.
In the Hospital...One Week Later...
Nyx's eyes opened slowly. His vision gradually returned to him and he realized, after a short while, that he was in the hospital's recovery ward. He blinked, trying to regain his bearings and turned his head, seeing Crowe resting back in a chair, playing with her phone. He cleared his throat and her eyes snapped up. She almost dropped her phone and stood up quickly, leaning close to him.
"Nyx?" she whispered and he smiled lightly at her.
"Present," he mused and she grinned and laughed.
"Well, look who decided to wake up and grace us with his presence!" she said happily and his smile grew.
"How long was I out?" he asked as she poured him some water, handing it to him.
He sat up and closed his eyes, the water quenching his thirst greatly.
"Today makes a week," she said casually and he spit the water out.
She cursed and shook her hands as water sprayed her.
"Come on Nyx! Now I'm all wet!" she whined standing.
"A week?" he choked out surprised.
Crowe nodded.
"You lost a lot of blood. You were in really bad shape by the time you got back," she whispered, her voice taking a more somber note.
Silence.
Crowe shrugged.
"So how are you feeling?" she asked changing the subject somewhat.
"I feel better," he said rubbing his side, feeling the bandaging beneath the sheet.
He touched his forehead, feeling a small bandage above his eyebrow.
Crowe smiled.
"That's good news. I should probably page the doctor—" she said turning towards the door.
"—where's Cy?" he asked suddenly and Crowe stopped walking.
"And Libertus?" he blushed, hitting himself, realizing how it sounded.
Crowe turned around slowly and Nyx didn't like the look on her face.
"Crowe?" he asked, feeling dread begin to build in the pit of his stomach.
"She—"
Libertus walked in then and smiled wide seeing his friend awake.
"Welcome back, hero," Libertus mused and Nyx nodded to him.
"Libertus, is Cy alright? Is she here?" he asked and Libertus nodded.
"She's alright," he confirmed and Nyx breathed.
"I guess," Crowe mumbled and both men's eyes shot to hers for different reasons.
"Crowe," Libertus chided.
"What does that mean?" Nyx asked and Crowe folded her arms and looked away.
"What's going on?" Nyx said and Libertus shook his head.
"All you need to worry about is resting up and coming back to the team. We were all pulling for you to make a speedy recovery," he said and Nyx eyed him.
Then he smiled.
"Well tell them thanks. Hey, can you let the doctor know I'm awake? I'd like to get out of here," he asked and Libertus nodded.
"Yeah, I'll be right back," he said and left.
Nyx turned to Crowe quickly.
"Where is she?" he asked firmly and Crowe handed him his clothes.
"She's in the training grounds, being held hostage if you ask me," she revealed immediately and Nyx grabbed his clothes and threw them on.
"Why?" he asked surprised.
"The Captain called a meeting and she wasn't going to go. He told her she was required to be there and let me stay in her stead. She was pissed. She's been with you the whole time since this morning. Hasn't moved. I think that's why they called her. I'm sure Luche had something to do with it," she said and Nyx looked at her.
"I'll distract them as long as I can," Crowe said opening her phone and dialing the Captain.
Nyx smirked at her.
"I owe you," he said and left quickly.
The Training Grounds...
Nyx leaned against the wall watching the Kingsglaive leave with Drautos.
"Luche, why are you coming? You haven't left Cyla since she was dragged here this morning," Pelna asked and Luche sighed.
"She begged me to see what was going on with Crowe's frantic message. I figured if it calms her nerves, it's the least I can do," he grumbled leaving with them.
Nyx was quick as he moved into the training grounds. It was empty except for one person pacing in the middle of it.
"Cy?" he called and she whirled around her eyes widening.
He was dressed in his kingsglaive uniform, standing before her like he didn't just wake up after a week's rest.
"Nyx," she breathed relieved and her pace quickened with every step as she hurried towards him.
He jogged down the steps and met her halfway in a crushing hug, both ignoring the slight discomfort of their recent wounds.
Silence.
He held her to him tightly, burying his face in her hair and closing his eyes. She rested her head against his chest and could hear his slightly elevated heartbeat. When they pulled away she looked at him, her eyes glassy.
"Crowe's message said—"
"—it was a distraction so I could get here. Heard you were being held hostage," he mused and she smiled relieved.
"I'm so happy you're here," she blurted out and he smiled and brushed a stray tear off her cheek.
Silence.
Cyla shook her head.
"You had lost a lot of blood. You were giving one outstanding pep talk when I think the blood loss took its toll. Passed out right then and there," she said and his eyes softened.
Silence.
Cyla wiped at her eyes quickly.
"I thought you were dead," she whispered weakly and he watched as she tried to keep her composure.
Silence.
"I thought I had lost you and I—" she stopped.
"Cy," he whispered, but she shook her head.
Silence.
He leaned in as she struggled to compose herself, letting his lips press against her forehead and then he leaned in close to her ear.
"You're not going to lose me," he breathed and her eyes widened slightly as a blush fell on her cheeks.
"What about you?" he asked and she nodded.
"Bullet went straight through. Easy patch up job," she shrugged and he nodded relieved.
She looked up when she heard people enter the training grounds and moved back just as the rest of the Kingsglaive came in. Libertus shoved through the crowd angrily and Nyx grinned sheepishly.
Into the Night...
It was pouring outside and Nyx sat on his couch, dozing off. There was a knock at his door that caused him to furrow his eyebrows and get up; annoyed he had a visitor so late. He opened the door and his eyes widened some. Cyla stood at his door soaked through by the rain. He took her hand and pulled her inside.
"What are you thinking? You're soaked. Stay here," he said heading into his bathroom and coming out with a towel.
He threw it over her before she could speak and his scent immediately filled her nose. She blushed as he wrapped it around her, trying to have it provide her with some warmth.
Silence.
"Are you okay?" he asked unsure and she brushed her hair back, holding the towel closer to her body.
"Do you remember that day?" she asked and she felt the blush immediately spread across her cheeks.
Silence.
"Yes," he admitted boldly.
Silence.
"You kissed me," she said and she saw the light blush tint his cheeks.
He was nervous, she could tell, but he hid it well behind his smirk.
"I did," he confirmed.
Silence.
"Do you remember what I said?" he asked.
"You said you cared about me in a way you shouldn't," she answered.
Silence.
He moved closer to her.
Silence.
"I want you to know I care about you too. But Nyx, we were both fighting for our lives and we thought we were going to die. We were both losing a lot of blood, emotions were running high and a lot was happening, so I understand if you didn't mean what—" she was cut off when his lips pressed against hers gently.
This time she was able to return the kiss, her eyes closing after a moment and her hands rising to his cheeks as he pulled her closer. They pulled away slowly and stared at each other.
Silence.
He stared at her for a moment longer before his lips met hers again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to her body and his hand delved in her wet hair, entangling itself there and deepening the kiss. They pulled away only for air and he slowly pushed her jacket off of her shoulders. She shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor and their lips met again as they began removing each other's clothing. She let her hands travel over his bandaged side and broke the kiss, glancing down at it. He took her chin, lifting it and bringing her back to the present as his lips met hers again. His hands lowered, cupping her thighs and picking her up. She let out a giggle into their kiss and could feel him smiling as she wrapped her legs carefully around his waist, mindful of the healing wound.
"Take me to your bedroom," she whispered in his ear.
She felt him smile into the kiss and he walked down the hall to his right, their lips still connected.
She felt intoxicated, her skin burning with pleasure and her mind completely blank. They made it into the bedroom and he gently laid her on the bed, climbing over her, his hands exploring her body, making her blush as his eyes roamed over every inch of her until they met her eyes.
"Nyx?" she whispered.
"Hm?" he focused on her, causing her blush to deepen.
"I may be a little...new when it comes to this particular act," she admitted and she saw his eyes widen slightly, before returning to normal.
Silence.
"Then why don't you lead?" he suggested and she watched him lean back against his headboard smirking slightly.
She sat up and felt an almost primal urge overtake her hearing his simple request. He grinned as her lips met his passionately and she settled into his lap. His hands rested on her waist and he closed his eyes as her lips traveled down his chin to his neck. He lifted his chin providing her more access and she bit his shoulder lightly, causing his hands to grip her waist a little firmer. Her hands traveled to his belly button and paused. She felt his breath hitch and leaned her forehead against his, their eyes meeting. She adjusted herself, and could feel his heart pounding in his chest as she lowered herself down onto him. He didn't break her eye contact, watching every facial expression she made. His mouth fell open and a groan slipped out as she fully engulfed him, his eyes closing only for a moment. When they opened she was staring at him, her eyes dazed lightly. He returned the stare and she pressed her lips to his slowly, beginning to move. His grip on her waist tightened, helping her find a rhythm and soon they were both moaning into each other's mouths their foreheads pressed together, feeling their breath mingling every time they came up for air.
Every time a noise came from his mouth, whether a groan or a gasp, she relished being the reason such sounds came from such a man. She felt something begin to build up within her and her body began to tremble. He startled her as he moved, his hand wrapping around her waist, picking her up and laying her on the bed, his thrusts picking up speed. Her moans became louder and he caught her lips in his, sweat dripping off of him onto her. Their breathing was erratic and finally, she could contain the buildup no longer as her back arched and she cried out, pleasure exploding throughout her body. He had stilled, his body shaking profusely, as he too succumbed to the pleasure building within him. He slowly moved to the side of her, sprawled out on his bed. They were both out of breath, trying to regain their lost composure. She slowly moved so that she rested in the crook of his arm.
Silence.
"You're...You're going to need new sheets," she breathed and he laughed, still trying to catch his breath.
He turned and gave her a quick kiss and then playfully kissed her nose making her smile.
"I'm exhausted," she whispered and he laughed again.
End Memory...
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