A Life Of Their Own

by SakiKitty

Asbel and Cheria are finally getting married and Pascal comes to bring Hubert to the ceremony! Many unexpected events and feels await them! *Lemons* You've been warned! Please R&R!

2. Chapter 2

The air was dry and hot, just like always as Hubert walked on. Wasting no time, his first destination was to be informing the President of his arrival back home and explaining his situation. As expected, the President frowned in disappointment at the young man's decision but respected it nonetheless. Hubert had been a respected Lieutenant for quite some time and the elder man knew he could make his own choices and be wise about them. With little doubt, he congratulated his officer on his engagement to the whimsical genius and had him on his way. Next stop, Oswell manor. Unsure if getting it done quickly or giving himself time to break it to his adopted father was the best course of action, Hubert still walked to the large house. Letting himself in, he was greeted by a few maid which escorted him to his fathers study. Once inside, it did not take long before arguments ensued. Remembering that there was no such thing as reasoning with this man, Hubert decided a quick and clean kill to his fathers pride would be suitable. Breaking the news was easy and short, as he was quickly ordered to leave the manor. Hubert smiled and did so without hesitation, agreeing that this would indeed be the last time he set foot in there. It was not his choice to be adopted by the man, nor was it his duty to bring politician such fame and glory as he so hoped. He had given his father plenty over the years. Constant high marks in school, graduating early, joining the military as ordered and climbing the ranks faster than any other Strahtan in history. There was absolutely no reason for him to continue to muse Garrett Oswell any longer. Hubert was of age and legally his own free man. Having his steady job and own house, he had very little need if any for that man.

Hubert entered his house and unpacked his things. It was nice to be back in his quiet, cool dwelling. He only could hope that Pascal would have an easier time on her side...

Only taking about 25 minutes to fly from Strahta to Fendel, Pascal quickly parked her shuttle inside the new bay that the Amarcian's constructed. It was silly to continuously park it inside the Lhant cave connecting Fendel to Windor, to then hike into Fendel, up the mountain and into the Enclave. As much as she liked to travel and see the sights, the back and forth was growing boring thus she inquired the Overseer to letting her and a select few into building a shuttle bay just like the one back on Fodra. With agreeing to the old woman's terms, Pascal got her wish.

Exiting the shuttle and jumping on the stone tile, the young researcher let out a loud wale of happiness and exhaustion. It had been a while since she had been in the Enclave. It was nice to be back. Pascal remembered the task at hand and decided that since the Overseer was basically around the corner, she would go there first.

"I'm home~" Pascal loudly hollered as the platform reached the Overseers dwelling.

Without much time, she could see a small form approaching her with her arms crossed.

"No need to shout, Pascal." Poisson responded, "We can hear you just fine in a normal voice."

Giggling, the girl hugged her young friend "Hows the old bag?"

Poisson pushed Pascal slowly off of her and gave the older girl a hard look. "Pascal, it is not nice to refer to the Overseer that way." She scolded, having much respect for her leader.

After being pushed off, Pascal couldn't help but ignore Poisson's lecture and proceeded to run to the chain guarded door. "Where is she? Helloooo~ Overseer!" She shouted, propping her hand on her forehead to block light and look clearer into the shadows.

"She is not deaf, Pascal..." Poisson corrected the girl again, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the door. "I can get her for you if you want. May I ask what this is concerning?"

"I'm getting hitched!" Pascal proudly responded.

The room grew silent and awkward for what seemed to be forever. Without needing to be called, the Overseer opened the chained guards and slowly zoomed out of her room on her platform. This was indeed news and needed to be closely examined.

"Excuse me? Pascal, did you say you were getting married?" Poisson asked, her eyes widened.

Nodding and laughing, Pascal made another spin around before responding. "Sure did!"

Poisson opened her mouth to speak, however was silenced by their leader. Creeping up to the cheerful girl, the old woman stopped inches away from her.

"You do understand that it is not acceptable for our kind to wed outsiders, do you not?" The old woman spoke in a thick accent.

Pascal's face became pale and puzzled "...huh? wait, how did you know-"

"We were all completely aware of Hubert's feelings for you, Pascal. You were the only one who didn't get it." Poisson placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. "I'm surprised it took this long for you to see it."

"But why can't I marry him?" The feeling of her heart sinking deep into her chest was very painful. Sure, Pascal had heard rumors of such things but really didn't think it was true. Although, it did answer a ton of questions now.

"Our secrets are kept safe. Only we may know them. If you choose to wed him, you will no longer be able to live among us.." The Overseer spoke again.

"But..." Pascal had nothing else to say.

The room went silent again. The tension between the three was thick enough to slice with a dull blade.

"don't act spoiled, Pascal." Poisson scolded. "You are no exception to the rule."

"Its not fair..." she whispered, feeling her body begin to tremble in sadness. Doing her best to hold back her tears, Pascal hardened herself and looked at the ground. It was only when she felt a hand rest upon her head did she look back up again.

The old woman gave a small smile, and pet her messy head slowly. "I am happy you have found love, my child." She hummed.

"But Overseer. Its not like hes just some random Joe off the streets! Its Hu! You know him, you've met him and he's even helped us save the world from Lambda and Fodra n stuff!" Pascal protested, letting the tears flow from her eyes and down her cheeks.

"He is also a military official from another country." Poisson added, her voice having a hint of remorse for the sobbing girl in front of her.

"Yeah but its not like hes gonna go around shouting our secrets from the roof tops!" Pascal challenged back at her leader in training. "He already learned about us a whole bunch. He even went to Fodra! He might as well be an Amarcian now!"

"Pascal! Rules are rules. If we make you an exception, we would have to make everyone else one as well." The younger Amarcian responded "There is no use arguing about an ancient tradition that has been going on for longer than this world has been born."

The Overseer removed her hand from Pascal's head and raised it in the air to silence them both. Her old ears were ringing from the shouting and no longer could put up with it.

"Pascal," She started, using her free hand to move her face to face her own. "You make a valid point. Give me some time and I will think it over."

"Overseer!" Poisson interjected, "I must disagree!"

Placing her hand up again to silence her predecessor, the elderly woman spoke again "This is my decision. Pascal and Hubert have both stopped this world from being made to ruin, and thus, our existence to the rest of the people on this planet has already been made public knowledge. Times are changing, Poisson, and soon it will be your turn to lead our people to a wonderful age but until then, I am still in charge."

"Yes, ma'am." The young girl replied, not wanting to further annoy her elder.

"Really, Overseer? You mean it?" Pascal asked, rubbing the tears out of her eyes.

With a nod, the old woman backed away and quietly zoomed back into her room. Once she completely retreated from the area, Poisson turned towards Pascal again. "I will send you a message via communicator once the Overseer has reached her decision." She explained. "Please keep it with you at all times."

Jumping for joy, Pascal grabbed the younger girls hand and shook it violently "Y'okay! Totally! Absolutely!" She cheered. "Thanks Poisson!"

Taking her hand back, un-amused, Poisson crossed her arms "You do realize that Fourier will want to know about this as well, yes?"

"Yeah... I'll get to that..." Pascals voice trailed off, as she gave a nervous giggle and scratched the back of her head. "Eventually.."

"You know the longer it takes of you to tell her, the madder she will be." Poisson sighed and shrugged. "Better sooner than later."

Pascal knew the girl was right. She was only afraid of her older sisters fury which was almost inevitable. Fourier had taken care of Pascal almost all by herself since they were young children. She was the only family Pascal had, thus making her reaction the most important of all. Putting on a smile for her friend, Pascal turned again and stepped on the platform to go back to town.

"Thanks, Poisson. You're right." she said, waving as it slowly took her back. "I'll go find her right away!"

Hours passed as the newly engaged Amarcian threw objects around her room in search for the communication device. Yelling in frustration, she threw herself on the bed almost giving up. Where the hell had she left it? She recalled the last time she had it, she was here in her room making diagrams and looking up information on how to make eleth flow easier. Deciding that all hope was lost for it, Pascal decided that the only other way to reach Fourier would be to travel to her laboratory in the mountains. Getting back up, she promptly left the Enclave in search for her sister.

Luckily, the lab wasn't too far away from the Enclave so arriving there didn't take very long. After riding various elevators and avoiding the traps set by Fourier to keep intruders out, Pascal finally reached her experiment room where she knew her sister spent most of her time. Pressing the large button to the left of the door, the door slide open with ease relieving Fourier tip tapping at her terminal muttering to herself.

"Heya Sis!" Pascal called out before running up to her. "How ya been?"

Fourier turned around and widened her eyes in surprise. "Pascal? Why have you come here? Is everything alright?"

Pascal nodded and looked around the room at her sisters many experiments. "Yep! Everything is 100% Totally fine!" Placing a finger to her lips the moment of the glass contraptions caught her eye, she slowly walked over to it and peered inside. "What's that kajigger?"

"Oh, that?" Fourier asked, walking over to her younger sister. "Its just a new breed of chimera I'm working on. I figured I would kill two birds with one stone by messing with those Nova monsters and seeing how their genes reacted with regular monster genes. So far, I haven't had very much luck except this guy..." It had been a very long time since Pascal had actually taken the time to see her. In fact, Pascal was the last person she'd expect to even show up unannounced. This worried the elder sister greatly. "Are you sure everything's alright?"

Pascal nodded again and tapped on the glass, trying to awaken the creature.

"Well...If you say so" Fourier said, brushing a piece of fallen hair back behind her ear. "You still haven't told me why you're here. This is highly unusual for you."

"Huh?" Pascal took her eyes away from the still immobile monster and placed them on her sister. "Oh. I guess it is sorta weird" she giggled.

The concern was growing even further in the older woman and she decided sitting down would be for the best. Pulling up a rolling chair for the both of them, Fourier sat down and faced her sister.

"Pascal, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

Quickly sitting on the chair offered to her, Pascal smiled but could feel herself becoming nervous. "Yeah! I mean... Sure!" She responded awkwardly.

Rolling her eyes, Fourier crossed her legs "What is it? Seriously this is starting to get annoying. Just out with it already!" She was losing her temper fast, as she normally did.

The younger sibling shuttered at the elders voice. Here it comes. The fury. Pascal twiddled her thumbs together and did her best to not look up at her clearly aggravated sister. The jig was up and there was no point in further delaying it.

"You see... remember the last time I came to visit?" She asked, quietly as to not agitate her sister further.

Fourier folded her arms and leaned back with a dull look. "Uh huh, so?"

"Do you remember what we talked about?"

"Yes, Pascal. So what?"

"Well..." Pascal inhaled deeply before she spoke again. "You told me that no one would ever wanna marry me cuz I was all gross and dirty and whatever and at first I didn't really think much of it cuz you always stuff like that but after a while it kinda sorta started to eat at me and I just got back from Cheria's wedding and it just so happens that while I was there Hu told me he loved me and asked me to be with him forevers and ever until the end of the world!"

Fourier blinked a few times, trying to process the long winded explanation her sister just threw at her. Tapping her finger against her leg, she stayed silent. Listening closely a while to a machine behind her, she heard it click and promptly left her seat to tend to it.

"Fourier...?" She could hear her sister call her from behind.

"Hm?"

"Did... you hear what I said?"

Letting a loud sigh leave her lips, Fourier continued to tap around on the machine in front of her for a few moments before responding. "Yes."

Pascal couldn't help but feel uneasy. Normally, Fourier would have threw her hand in the air in protest, shouting and going on and on about how irresponsible her younger sister was and how she always had to clean up after her. Not this time, however, which only made Pascals fears grow even further. "Is... this okay?" She asked, raising herself from her seat to get a better look at what her older sister was doing.

"It's your life, Pascal. Do with it what you want." Fourier responded, sounding uninterested and busy.

Not sure what was going on, Pascal walked a little closer to the terminal. "You aren't... mad?"

Hearing another loud and annoyed sigh leave her sisters mouth, Pascal stopped.

"So you finally decided to noticed the little puppy following you around? So what?" Fourier responded, suddenly turning around to face her confused sister. "Honestly, you were bound to notice at some point. He only sent you messages like every other day checking up on you and even came up here every few weeks to see you, using work as an excuse. It was plainly obvious, Pascal. You were just too oblivious to see it, as usual!"

The young researcher had nothing to say in response. All she could do was stand there dumbly while her sister reeled on and on.

"What did you say to him?" The bio-engineer asked after she was finally done with her speech.

"Huh?" Pascal stared at her and blinked a few times.

"To the boy! How did you respond? What did you say?" The older sister made herself more clear, turning back around to instruct her machine further.

"O-oh. Um, I said yes?" Pascal admitted with a shy voice.

"Fantastic. Congratulations. Is there anything else? I am very busy." Fourier's voice turned cold. This reaction was also typical of the older sibling whenever she was displeased with something. Pascal couldn't help but feel sad. "No... That's all.." She hung her head and gripped one of her overall straps. "Thanks, sis." Feeling as though there was nothing more to be said, the young researcher began her leave of the room.

Realizing what she had said and done was unfair, Fourier stopped her machine and turned around. "Pascal, wait." Walking over to her, she wrapped her arms around her younger sisters fuzzy head and sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound... unpleasant. I am happy for you, truly I am. Its just hard to see my little sister grow up."

Hearing words like this leave her sisters mouth, shocked Pascal. Wrapping her arms around her sisters waist, she buried her face in her chest. "You mean it, sis?" She asked, muffled by the clothes in front of her face.

"Yes. I do." Letting go of Pascal, she took a stepped back and gave a brief smile. "Have you both decided when this little event will happen? Did you already speak to the Overseer?"

Pascal gave a big grin back and scratched the back of her leg with her foot. "Nah. Hu wanted to wait until everyone knew before we start planning. As for the Overseer..." Suddenly, she remembered what Poisson had told her about contacting her later and the need for her communicator became dire. "Fourier!" She shouted, startling her older sister. "Have you seen my communicator? Poisson is supposed to be messaging me the Overseers decision at some point at some time!"

Fourier then reached in her back pocket, and handed a small metallic device to her sister. "Here. I found it under the tons of crap in your room while looking for one of my tools. It was beeping with the many messages you never received from Hubert and I figured it would be better off in my hands than under a pile of garbage."

Snatching it from Fourier's hands, Pascal hugged it closely against her chest. "Thanks a bunch, Sis! You really saved my butt!"

"Why would the Overseer need to have Poisson message you?" The older sibling inquired.

"Oh well I told them about me and Hubert getting hitched n stuff and they started telling me no way or I'd be kicked out." Pascal started.

"Of course. You should know the rules by now." Fourier commented in a know-it-all tone.

"But Its not like Hubert is just some guy I pulled of the streets, ya? Hes been around for like ever and has helped out with a crap ton of stuff! Why would it matter if I married him? He wouldn't go blabbing everything he sees and hears to someone else." Pascal finished, looking at her sister with a worried face. "They gotta let me do this!"

"Honestly, Pascal. What would it matter if you were kicked outta the Enclave anyway? Its not like you're there much anyway. So what if they give your room to someone else?" Fourier pointed out. "Its not like you and him would be living in your small room anyhow."

The younger sister blinked for a few moments before putting a finger to her chin. "You know, ya got a point~" Suddenly a weight had been lifted off the young woman's chest. Fourier was right, Pascal hardly ever stayed in the Enclave. She was always either messing with Forbrannir or camped somewhere looking for Amarcian ruins. This brought up another even better question, though. Where would they live? Pascal hated the dry heat of Strahta and Hubert hated the sharp cold of Fendel. Supposing they could get a place somewhere in Windor, however that posed another problem. How would he continue being a Lieutenant if he wasn't in his own country? He couldn't serve his people properly being thousand of miles away on another continent. Realizing she had a much bigger issue than the Overseers response, Pascal frowned.

"What now? I thought I just cheered you up?" Fourier sighed, and crossed her arms against her chest.

"Once we get married, we'll need to move in together, ya? So... Where would we live?" Pascal pondered out loud.

Fourier raised an eyebrow at the question. "That's something you two need to discuss."

There was a lot that needed to be discussed. Slowly, Pascal started to understand what he meant by taking time to plan things out...

A week passed by in a blink of an eye for the two. Hubert returned back to his daily routine of being Lieutenant in the Strahtan Military and Pascal continued to write notes and draw diagrams inside Fendel Mountain, laying next to Forbrannir. Not so much as one message landed in her communicator since speaking with the Overseer. Not from her, or Hubert for that matter. He was up to his face in backed up paper work and various other orders. Everything going back to normal, almost made it feel like what happened during the wedding party was just a dream.

Hubert had been sitting at his desk for the most part of the passed week. Only leaving to do menial tasks, he felt more bored than ever. Monster attacks had become less and less of a problem now that the Nova monsters were being eradicated by his squadron, so there was no need for him to be stationed anywhere. A quiet life was good. It was peaceful, however dull. He was beginning to understand why Pascal enjoyed venturing out to do what she wanted all the time. The young man was growing restless knowing he had far more important things to do with his time than sitting at a desk signing papers and handling small disputes. Sitting back in his chair, he sighed anxiously and looked at his ceiling. "I still need to buy the rings..." He thought to himself. Suddenly a smile planted itself on his face. The mere thought of he, Hubert Oswell, was buying wedding rings seemed absolutely absurd. Unreal, even. Although he had dreamed in the past that one day he would find someone he cherished enough to spend eternity with, he never imagined it would be this soon in his life. Everything seemed to fly by so fast. Pascal's engagement ring had to be special and unique, just like her. Where would he go, and how would he have it made?

While he mulled this over in his mind, he became alarmed by a loud chirping noise coming from his desk drawer. It was the communicator! Quickly, he opened up the drawer and pressed the button to view the message. Surprisingly, it was not from Pascal. It had been from Poisson.

"Greetings, Hubert. I am writing to inform you that the Overseer has requested your presence here in the Enclave as soon as you get the chance. Safe travels, Poisson - The Overseers hand."

Puzzled, Hubert stood up. What could this be about? Never before had he received such a message from the leader of the Amarcians. Without delay, the young Lieutenant stood up and left his paper work for another day. It was unlike him to procrastinate, however something like this needed his full attention.

With much haste, he made his way to the President and explained his situation. Giving no resistance to Hubert's request, President Paradine wished him luck on his journey to Fendel and assured him that there would be no repercussions upon leaving again. "A man needs to take hold of his future, Hubert. Whether that means his job or his private affairs." Hubert was indeed lucky to have such an understanding leader.

Still having no idea why he was being summoned there, there was one thing Hubert did know. He could not arrive there empty handed. After leaving the Presidents office, he headed to the nearest accessory shop and purchased two gold bands and another with 3 empty settings on the top. He had gotten an idea that he was sure Pascal would like. From the shop, he next went to an old friend of his that he had met many years ago while he was still training in the military. She had taken a liking in jewels and set up a shop to both sell and shine them in town. Once there, he asked her if she had 3 gems of colors Green, Blue and Red that she could shine and set into this ring. Each to represent the existing eleth of the world. Finding the best gems she could find, the girl did as requested and placed them in the ring. It shone brilliantly and gave him the courage he needed to continue to Fendel with his pride in tact.

The trip from Strahta to Fendel was long and frustrating. Since both nations were no longer at odds with each other, ships passed between them just as often as they did with Windor. The Fendel passengers were always loud and drunk, though. Doing his best to keep his mind at ease, he fiddled with the ring inside his uniform jacket. Once docked in Zavhert, he swiftly made his way to a Turtlez and paid to be brought up mountain to the Enclave.

Entering the Enclave felt odd. Every time he had ventured into Fendel, it had always generally been just to Zavhert to speak with Malik about plans between the countries or had been to check up on Forbrannir and Pascal. He had not set foot inside the Enclave since his long journey with his friends. Not much had changed, thankfully. A little more crowded then regular on account of them allowing traveling sales people to occasionally sell their wares there but for the most part everything was the same. Hubert secured his weapon to his back, and proceeded down the stairs and too the platform to take him straight to the Amarcian Overseer and Poisson.

"Greetings, Hubert." Poisson waved to him from a distance as he made his way closer. "Did you have a pleasant trip?"

"Pleasant would not be the word I'd use, but nevertheless I did not run into any inconveniences." He responded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "What was this about needing to seem me as soon as possible?"

"Yes. Getting right to business..." Poisson started, "The Overseer would like to speak with you."

"Regarding?"

"Why, you're engagement to Pascal, of course!" The girl answered happily.

Sighing in relief, Hubert allowed himself to calm down. It was uneasy being there in their presence without his cheerful friend by his side and had no clue how to speak with them. Pascal always just say any ol' thing like as usual however, these were her people. Not his.

"I see." He spoke firmly. "Is there a problem?"

"As I am sure you are currently unaware, us Amarcians have our own rituals and rules regarding marriage. As you are not one of us, it is unacceptable for us to give our blessings to your union with Pascal." Poisson explained with a smile across her face as if what she was saying wouldn't bring the boy into a bad mood. Hubert crossed his arms and squinted his eyes at her, letting her continue without interruption. "The rules state that if a fellow Amarcian were to marry someone outside our clan, they are to be exiled from home to ensure our secrets our safe."

Hubert couldn't listen quietly any longer. "No see here!" He shouted, "I will not have her kicked out of her family just because you don't accept me. That's absurd!"

Upon finishing his sentence, a loud clanking noise of the platform caught his ear. Hubert turned his head to see Pascal standing there with her usual grin and wave. Casually, she strolled up to him and patted him on the back.

"Heya Hu! Heya Poisson! Whats up?" She chirped as if she hadn't a care in the world.

"You're partner was just explaining to me how our rules to not meet his approval." Poisson replied, shaking her head with disapproval.

"Is that the only reasoned I was summoned here? Just to be told that you don't approve?" Hubert turned back to the small girl, still steaming with anger.

Pascal, completely ignoring the intensity of the situation, playfully hugged herself on to Hubert and smiled. "No need to get so bent outta shape, Hu! Everything will be fine. don't worry about it." She spoke, attempting to reassure him.

"And you!" He said turning to his lover, "When was the last time you've bathed?!" Her odor began to linger around them to the point where he needed to push her away.

Tapping a finger on her chin, Pascal looked around in thought. "Hmm... I dunno. Probably not since the wedding~"

"Are you serious?!"

Hearing his alarmed tone made her jump back a bit. "Calm down, will ya? I've just been super busy! Right after I dropped you off and came home, I did exactly as you wanted and talked to everyone here. After that, I went back to my house and found some pretty interesting things regarding-"

"I do not wish to hear excuses!" He interrupted loudly "You are to take a bath straight after this meeting, do you understand?"

Poisson giggled at the twos feud. "I suppose one good thing coming from your union with Pascal is we will no longer have to be responsible for making sure she keeps proper hygiene~"

Keeping choice words held back, Hubert ignored the young girl and continued to ruthlessly scold Pascal. Once he said all he felt was needed, he turned back to Poisson and kept regained composure.

"Now, if you two are done bickering, the Overseer herself would like to explain her decision upon the situation you face." She smiled. As soon as she finished her sentance, the chain guards once again removed themselves from the doorway and the old Amarcian leader emerged from the shadows, hovering on her platform.

"I thought you just explained that you didn't approve? Is there more I need to hear?" Hubert inquired, following the elderly woman with his eyes.

The Overseer stopped directly in front of Hubert with cold silence. "You are much too loud." She remarked firmly. "No need to raise your voice, we can all hear you perfectly fine!"

A blush rushed across the Lieutenants cheeks as he was scolded by an ancient. Truly embarrassing.

"Heya old foggie!" Pascal greeted her leader with a happy wave "I hope its good news, ya?"

Looking the couple up and down for a few seconds, the Overseer backed away from Hubert to a comfortable distance next to Poisson.

"I have decided that on the subject of a marriage between you two, that this young man will be tested before he is fully trusted among us. He has proven himself in the past regarding the Lambda situation, however he is a strong liability if he were to ever expose our secrets to his leader in Strahta." Her words echoed in the empty room in which they stood. "Hubert," She continued. "Pascal is very important to our people. Her knowledge of our past and current technology, long with her quick wittiness to adapt is vital. Without her mind, our people would not be able learn and grow to a better future. If you still choose to take her as your partner, you must understand her importance to our people as well as any children you two might have. Do you understand?"

The young man nodded, "I do."

"Pascal," The old woman spoke again, causing the young woman to throw her right arm up in the air in attention. "This man wishes to take you with all your merits and flaws. don't mess up."

"No problem, boss!" She called back, giggling.

Hubert let out a sign and shrug. He had no idea how to feel about this now. "What test will I be undergoing?"

"You will be staying with us for the time being." Poisson spoke up, allowing the old woman to slowly retreat back into her dwelling. "We would like to keep a close eye on you while you two go about your daily lives here. If we are to accept you, we will be accepting you as a fellow Amarcian."

This turn of event alarmed Hubert, as he had his own responsibilities at home to take care of. That and he had not brought a bag with him. "And what of my duty to Strahta? I can't very well just not come back."

"We have already informed the President of our decision. He was happy to oblige and sent a fellow officer of yours with some personal belongings you would need to stay here for as long as we see fit." The girl responded, in a calm and happy tone. "Everything has already been handled."

"So this is why Mr. Paradine was so willing to let me go..." Hubert thought to himself, turning to look at his lover who began rocking back and forth with apparent boredom. "Where will I be staying, exactly?" He asked Poisson, looking back to her.

"Why, with Pascal of course." She laughed at the foolish question. "You two best be on your way there now. You have plenty of cleaning to do if you're to make space~"

Hubert found no amusement in the situation at hand. Quickly, he grabbed Pascals hand and let her to the platform back to down. Pascal, making no fuss, simply waved to her young friend and yelled her good byes. There really was no care in the world for this girl. Unbelievable.

Moments passed, and they soon found themselves standing in Pascals doorway.

"Welcome home, Hu!" She shouted and danced in place with excitement. "Hope you like it here!"

Hubert groaned in dread. "This place is in even more of a sad and sorry state then the last time I saw it. I didn't even know that was possible!"

Pascal let out a nervous laugh and entered ahead of him. "Yeah... kinda happens when I get kept up in my work. No worries though, we'll have this picked up before you can say bananas!"

"Bananas..." He muttered under his breath, almost hoping the mess would disappear.

Within a few hours, Pascal had done her best to reorganize her notes, place specific books where she wanted them and made her floor visible. It still was not as clean as Hubert had hoped, but it was a start. Various unfinished machines still were scattered around the room with no home or purpose. The moment he even tried to move one, she spazed out and explained to him that some of them were rigged or possibly dangerous and it wasn't a good idea to move them. Those that were not harmful, she used for spare parts for the others.

"Good God, Pascal..." He stammered, finally finding her small bed to sit on. "This is ridiculous! Please, just throw out some of this junk!"

"Its not junk!" She argued, scowling at his statement "I could still totally use most of this, eventually."

"Eventually..." He mocked, closing his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief.

Suddenly, the door to their home flew open and none other than Fourier stood there. Arms crossed with an annoyed expression, as always.

"I see you two have started your cleaning." She noted, looking around "Nice to see this place still has a floor..."

Pascal jumped for joy and ran over to her older sister, giving her a nice big hug "Fourier~"

Upon being latched on to, Fourier had a similar response as her future brother-in-law. "Ugh! Pascal! When was the last time you had a bath?! You smell horrid! My goodness!"

Hubert scoffed and turned to the disgusted woman "A week ago, apparently."

Finally managing to pry her sister off of her, Fourier pushed her away into the middle of the room. "I expect you will be handling this... situation, Hubert?" She glared at him.

"How exactly do I... handle this situation?" He asked, interested in what method she had. "I'm confident that Pascal can handle bathing on her own."

"Hah!" The elder sister shouted. "That's a good one!"

Fourier marched her way into the younger girls room. Oddly, she began feeling the wall until coming to a book shelf and peeled it away, relieving a door behind it that Hubert had never noticed. Nonchalantly, Pascal saw where this was going and did her best to tip toe out without being noticed. Hubert, being the very observant person he was, grabbed the young woman by the wrist to keep her from moving.

"Where does that door lead?" He raised an eyebrow to the nervous girl still attempting to lose his grasp and flee.

"To the washroom, of course!" Fourier answered in her sisters place. "But you would never know that unless you had a similar room. All Amarcian homes are pretty much built the same way. My room next door is the exact replica of this one, just in reverse."

Fourier opened up the door wide so that Hubert could peer inside. She was completely correct. Once the door was fully opened, lights flickered on and a large bath tub could be seen. "Still in pristine condition, I might add." Fourier mentioned, crossing her arms in disgust at her sister.

"Come on, sis! can't we do this another time?!" Pascal whined, giving up the struggle and remaining still.

Hubert was not going to listen to her protest further. Quickly, he dragged her inside the room to have a better look. Aside from the bathtub in the middle of the room, there was also a sink and a mirror. "Where is the toilet..?" The absence of one startled him in a bad way.

"Oh, that is in another room off the kitchen." Fourier answered, pointing to another door inside the room. What Hubert once thought was just a tiny bedroom, was now opening doors to a lot of places he didn't know about. Literally. The Amarcians were truly a weird group of people. Who designed houses like this? This was insane.

"I trust you'll have everything under control?" Fourier asked, making her way back to the door to exit. "You'll find everything you'll need to scrub her rancid little body down in that room."

"S-scrub her down?! Surely, you jest?" Hubert was beginning to panic.

Fourier laughed again. "I wish I was." And with that, closed the door behind her.

Feeling utterly ashamed and embarrassed about the situation he was in, he turned to his fiance. Giving him her typical grin, he dragged her inside the room and shut the door.

"Is this really necessary, Pascal?" He asked, in a flat tone. "You are a 23 year old woman. Can you really not wash yourself? Are you challenged or something?"

Pascal slowly released his grip from her wrist, and walked over sadly to the tub. Turning on the water, she sighed in defeat. "No, I can totally do it myself. I just rather not be forced to bathe when I am not ready."

"You are more than ready! Is your nose challenged? Can you not smell yourself?" Hubert yelled.

The young woman shrugged at the question. "I've smelt worse~" She almost sounded amused by her own statement.

Feeling not up for such a ridiculous task, Hubert turned away and opened the door of the washroom to exit.

"Hey! Where ya going, Hu?" He could hear her call out from behind him.

"I refuse to wash a grown woman." He answered simply "I will make use of my precious time doing something more important than helping you bathe."

Pascal pouted and followed after him, leaving the water to run on its own. "But its no fun alone!"

Before Hubert could say another word at yet another ridiculous comment, Pascal began to tug on his jacket to remove it. Confused at first, he allowed her to take it off, however the moment she began grabbing at his undershirt and pants, he became well aware of what she was after. Alarmed, he stopped her hands and glared at her. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Come on! Lets take a bath together~" She sang with a smile, using her now free hands to remove the straps from her shorts and tossing them to the side. Next she began unbuttoning her shorts, let fall and kicked them to the side of the room.

"P-pascal?! Stop this right now!" Her lover shouted, grabbing both her hands. "We cannot- I will not bathe with you! T-this isn't right!"

The Amarcian tilted her head in confusion "Why not?"

"B-because It isn't! I cannot allow myself to see you in.. in... in such a state of indecency!" He responded, stumbling on his words and turning his embarrassed expression away.

Still very much confused, Pascal grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom just as he had done to her. "You don't make any sense, Hu. You're funny!" She laughed, shutting the door and locking it behind her. "If I have to take a bath, then so you do! Fair is fair, ya?"

"No! I have already washed myself today, thank you very much!" He hollered, unable to keep his voice from cracking.

"Either bathe with me, or wash me~ You're choice!" She grinned happily, beginning to remove her clothing again.

Promptly, Hubert spun around unable to watch her undress. "Has she no shame once so ever? Letting a man see her in such a way and.. and.. not even thinking of what could happen?!" he thought as he closed his eyes tightly. Doing his best to breathe in and out and control his body, he could hear the last bit of her clothing fall to the floor, and her get into the water; turning it off.

"Come on~" She cooed from inside the tub. "I don't bite~"

"Please, Pascal... Let me leave. Toss me the key to the door and you can bathe in private." It made him feel pathetic to beg, but this was no small situation. He needed to leave before he was unable to control his body from reacting any further.

"No can do, Hu~" Pascal giggled from inside the tub. "I have the key and its saying with me. I'll hand it over if you get in the rub with me."

"Absolutely Not!" He shouted, still staring at the door and somehow wishing it would just unlock itself and let him out.

Suddenly he heard a most dreadful noise, causing his heart to pound harder. The sound of her exiting the tub and running over to him. Pascal grabbed his hand, causing him to shut his eyes tightly as she turned him around. His face was the darkest shade of red she had ever seen it. Gasping in awe, she removed his glasses and set them on the sink. "You can't see well without these, right? This should help maybe?"

"Great! Now I'm blind!" He yelled angrily, still not opening his eyes.

Pascal giggled again, and jumped back inside the tub. "Now you won't be able to see me clearly. You won't be so embarrassed! Now hurry and take off your clothes and jump in. I'll even close my eyes for you, if you want." Her sentiment was heart warming, however unappreciated.

"I will not!" He yelled, still being stubborn.

"Y'okay, Hu~ Guess we're gonna have to be locked in here all day!" She hummed, finding the soap and began scrub herself down in it, creating bountiful bubbles.

There was no ending with him winning. He knew that. He knew he had no other choice than to give in and let the girl have her fun. Slowly, Hubert opened his eyes. The room had became foggy with steam which only worsened his sight even further. This, fortunately, wasn't a bad thing. He could not see Pascal's figure at all. Before he could allow himself to feel any relief, he was stricken with the obviousness of the fact he was either going to have to wash her with his own two hands... or strip in front of her. Both options were damning to him.

"Which would you rather I do?" He asked, regretting every word that came out of his mouth. "W-wash you, or j-join you?"

"Hmm..." The girl allowed herself to think for a moment. "Join me!" She splashed happily.

Nodding embarrassingly, he removed his undershirt to reveal his semi muscled bare chest. This wasn't the first time she had seen him without a top, he knew, but this didn't make him feel any better. "Please refrain from looking as I remove my clothing." He asked, nervous beyond belief. Even if she wasn't to close her eyes, he could not tell from the mixture of his glasses being taken away, the steam and the distance between them.

"Sure thing!" She called out, shutting her eyes as she promised.

Assuming she had shut them, he began to further remove his clothing. His shoes, socks, pants and then, finally, his boxers. "Oh, the humanity..." He cried out in his head. Slowly, he walked over to the large tub and got in. The water was warm and welcoming, as was the girl cheering in front of him. Turning his body to face away from her again, he hid himself in the far end of tub. This did not stop Pascal from swimming over to him and hugging him from behind. Her bare breasts pressed up against his back, which caused him to jump.

"Please, let go of me Pascal!" He whined loudly, "Physical contact is unnecessary!"

"Awww!" She pouted, "Why? It more fun this way!" She squealed, not letting her lover go and instead hugged him tighter.

Hubert felt small. Pathetic. Like a helpless child being picked on. It was his childhood all over again as he knew it, however instead of is older brother teasing him and getting him in trouble, it was the woman he decided he'd spend the rest of his life with.

"Why you so scared of me?" She questioned innocently from behind him "You'll eventually see me naked anyway. Might as well get it over and done with so we can move on to more things!"

"I had no intention on seeing you naked until after we got married!" He explained, not even wanting to touch the subject of her term of 'more things'. She continued to press herself up against him with her arms wrapped around his chest, holding him tight. The embrace was enjoyable, despite his fears of what else she could do.

"After? Well what kinda fun is that?" She purred in his ear. Had she been planning something this whole time? Had this all been a rouge to get him like this from the beginning? No, as smart as the girl was he knew full well she wasn't the type to plan something like this. Pascal hated baths. She just wanted to have fun.

"Pascal..." It became tempting to turn his head to see the girls face at least. Resistance against her was becoming futile as was keeping himself from getting aroused by her rubbing against his back.

Letting go of him and scooting back, Pascal found her scrub brush and thought it might be fun to was him. Applying the necessary amount of soap, she began to scrub his back and hum a tune.

Hubert could not get the thought to leave his head now. This being a possible plan of hers to get him vulnerable like this. Perhaps it would be better to just ask, although... he also did not want to be disappointed. He could feel the bristles stroke his back with its soapy suds. "You're enjoying this, arent you?" He sneered towards the girl, turning his head. Squinting, he could make out most of her face which is what he had most wanted.

Pascal stopped her scrubbing and handed him the brush. "Sure! Why wouldn't I be?" Her response seemed so casual, as were her actions. There was no possible way she planned to get him this way.

"Turn around.." He asked, giving up all resistance and figuring with her mindset being completely innocent, the sooner he got her washed the faster they could get out.

Happily obliging, the girl turned around and allowed him to start scrubbing her. Once starting, it wasn't as embarrassing as he would have thought. With each stroke from the brush, he felt strangely... closer to her. Inching closer, he moved the brush against her lower back. There was no way he could imagine himself washing any other part of her body, especially the front. He could hear Pascal giggling and stopped. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

The young woman shook her head, "Nope~ I just never thought you'd do it!"

Hubert dropped the brush in shock. "What?"

"Yeah! I figured you would have just sat on the washroom floor until I gave up and washed myself but nope!"

"Are you serious?" He never had to give in, and here he was. Naked in a tub with the whimsical girl. If he had only held out a little longer- "Pascal!" He grit his teeth.

"But hey! don't stop now! Get ta scrubba scrubbin!" She laughed, turning her head and feeling the bottom of the tub for the brush he had dropped. Fishing around and around until she wound up touching his leg. Hubert jumped at her sudden touch, and moved backwards. Amused at his reaction, Pascal decided it would be more fun to face him anyway and turned around fully.

A few seconds passed before Hubert caught a glimpse of her upper half completely. Face turning bright red, he shut his eyes to see no more. He could feel the lust inside him stir and proceeded in covering his lower half from her view. "Please don't notice..!" Hubert begged inside his head.

Fortunately, she had not noticed. Pascal instead decided to wash him some more. Picking up the soap, she began to lather her hands with it and apply it to his shoulders; rubbing away.

"W-what are you doing..?" He asked, hesitation clear in his voice.

"Washing you!" Pascal answered, moving her hands from his shoulders, to his upper chest; working her way around.

"T-that is not necessary, Pascal!" He cried. Hubert wanted nothing more than to stop her hands from going further down, however if he were to do that, he would be leaving himself exposed and vulnerable. "I can wash myself, thank you!"

"No can do, Hu~" She hummed; applying more soap. "Just relax and enjoy the tub."

There was absolutely no way that was going to happen for him. The more her soapy hands rubbed against his bare chest, only made him tense up even further. "Pleeeeeaaasssseeeeeee?" She whined.

"I will open them, but only if you stop w-washing me!" Hubert bartered.

"But whats the fun in that?"

"Pascal! Please!" He cried out, feeling her hands moving lower and lower.

Releasing a loud sigh from inside her, Pascal gave up and removed her hands from him. "Fine, you win." She spoke with a hint of disappointment in her voice "But ya gotta keep the end of your bargain!"

Nodding with much dread, Hubert complied and opened his eyes. She was so close to him. Moving his eyes from her pretty face, they couldn't help but trail downward to her chest. Bouncy and round were a pair of breasts before him. Clearing his throat, Hubert felt nervous and looked away.

The girl could see his embarrassment and smirked. "You wanna touch em?"

Jumping at such a question, he felt horrible "No!" This situation was becoming worse by the second. "Why would I?!"

Pascal shrugged and groped her own chest. "I dunno. They're pretty cool!" she said while grabbing one of his hands and placing them upon herself.

Hubert whined and shut his eyes again. He was touching her. "Unhand me, woman!" he struggled.

"Hey! Why did you close your eyes again!" Pascal said, noticing he was going back on his word. "Looky looky or I'll start a washin~"

"Pascal!" He yelled, opening his eyes and glaring seriously at her. "Enough is enough! You got me in here, made me undress and you're joking at my expense!"

"..huh?" Pascal was confused. Not understanding at all what he was getting so upset about, she quietly listened.

"I am a man! For crying out loud, You can't just expect me to sit here and... and... Play with you in the tub like we're children!" Finally snapping, he removed the hand that she had forced on herself. "I have feelings too and you are completely ignoring them for your own amusement! It's inconsiderate and getting down right cruel!" Hubert exhaled loudly as he finished.

Slumping back in the tub, Pascal looked at the angry young Lieutenant with remorse. Still completely clueless to his endeavor, she backed away not wanting to bother him further.

"I was only trying to have fun..." She whispered sadly, feeling like a complete and total bad guy. "I'm sorry, Hu. I just thought since... ya know, we're gonna get married n all, we could just have a little fun with each other. I didn't mean to stomp on your feelings or anything."

He could hear the remorse in her voice. Although he did not take back anything he had said, he understood completely that her intentions were good in nature. "Please..." He lowered his voice to a calm, smooth pitch. "Let us wash ourselves and get out. The water is getting cold and we still have much to do."

Pascal nodded in agreement. One thing she hated about baths was that the water turned cold after a while and reheating it with cryas took forever. Handing him the soap and reserving some for herself, she obediently began to wash herself. With a sigh of relief, Hubert turned around and did the same. After a few minutes and some help with rinsing here and there, Pascal was finished and exited the tub. Wrapping a towel around her, she turned to Hubert and waved. "I'll leave first so that way you have your privacy."

"Y-yeah." Hubert nodded in appreciation and watched her leave unlock the washroom door and leave. Finishing up himself, he too exited the tub and grabbed his glasses and a towel that was hanging off a railing. Drying his body for a moment, he almost regretted yelling at her. She needed to learn boundaries though, and he had to be the one to teach her. It was hard to believe that she was 5 years older than him however had the mentality of someone 5 years younger. Hubert was happy she accepted his love and even returned it, but what is good about relationship where one just forces the other into uncomfortable situations? She was oblivious to social norms. She had her own way of doing everything but it was time she learned manners and start acting her age. At least where it counted.

Hubert looked around the washroom, realizing he had no clean clothes to put on. The thought of reapplying the clothes he had worn before the bath felt discomforting. Emptying the tub of the water, he wrapped the towel around his lower half and opened the door. Fortunately, he saw his travel bag was already delivered to her house and was waiting for him. One thing was missing though. Where was Pascal? Hearing grumbling noises, he turned to see her asleep on her bed still in her towel and- Hubert face-palmed. She her top half was noticeably exposed. Gathering up his courage, he walked over and covered her with the blanket. Seeing her sleeping face made him happy. With love, he reached up and caressed the sleeping girls face with his thumb. Feelings began to well up inside him as he watched the girl sleep. It was as if the moments prior to her leaving the washroom didn't even exist. All the frustration and embarrassment, gone. This was the person he was going to marry. At that thought, he remembered the ring was still hidden inside his jacket which was lying on the floor next to him. Sitting on the bed next to his lover, he reached down and picked it up. Finishing in his pocket for a while, he dug out the small box and looked at it.

"Hmm..?" he heard the girl stir and looked down to see her eyes slowly opening. "Did I fall asleep?" She asked sleepily.

"Yes. It seems that bath made you tired." He responded, holding the box securely in his hand.

It didn't take long for Pascal to notice it. Removing her arm from inside the blanket, she pointed "What's that?"

He had hoped to give it to her later, but now was a good time as any. "Here." He said handing it to her. "See for yourself." His heart pounded as she looked the box over. After watching her shake examine it and shake it a few times, he grew impatient. "Open it, you insufferable girl!"

"Ohh... right, right!" She giggled, clearly still not fully awake.

Opening the small box, Pascal sat up to get a closer look at what was inside, letting the blanket fall off her and exposing her chest again. Having now seen it a few times, Hubert ignored her flesh and paid more attention to her expression upon seeing her gift. Pascals eyes widened as she removed the ring from the box and held it up to the light. The lighting in her room helped gave it particularly spectacular shine. "Holy crap!" She exclaimed, almost unable to speak. "Its so pretty!"

Chuckling to himself, Hubert crossed his arms with a smug grin "I'm glad you find it to your liking."

Taking it out of the box and slipping it on her left ring finger, Pascal squealed in delight and threw her arms around Hubert's neck. "You're so awesome!" she yelled in his ear, nearly deafening the poor man.

Hubert enjoyed the embrace for a moment before realizing that their bare bodies had been touching again and quickly tried to pry her off of him. "C-come on, Pascal! You're still naked" Looking down he remembered he too had not put on fresh clothing yet and only adorned a towel around his waist. "I'm still naked!" The struggle ensued between the too before Hubert lost balance at the edge of the bed, causing them both to fall off and onto the floor.

With Pascal on top of him, he was pinned on the floor. Stretching her arm out, she gazed at the beauty of the ring shining in the light. Admiring it for what seemed like forever, she looked down at her red faced companion and smiled. Without warning, she leaned down and kissed him softly.

Hubert was caught off guard. At first, he was shocked but as she pulled away, he smiled back up at her; reaching up to her still wet hair and running his fingers through it. A light blush came into the girls cheeks. It was endearing. "You're welcome." He responded.

Although Pascal was the most happy she had been in probably her entire life, she let out a loud yawn. It was comfortable, him being in her house. She wanted to engrave this moment in her mind forever and relive it over and over. Reaching up, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest. Hugging it, she closed her eyes and smiled brighter. "You'll be the best husband ever!" she chirped.

Blushing at both her remark and the fact his hand was now lodged between both her breasts yet again, Hubert made no attempt at taking it back. Just as he scolded her at ignoring his feelings, he too realized he was being ignorant of hers. It was time to let the walls between them fall and time for him to open up."As well as you being the best wife ever."

"You really mean it?" Pascal opened her eyes and looked down at the serious man. Releasing his hand, she entwined it within her own and leaned back down closer to his face.

"I do." He responded before leaning up and kissing her again, this time with all the passion he had stored inside of him for all these years. Gripping her hand tightly in his own, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, with her sitting on his lap. He could smell the sweet scent of the soap in her hair. He could taste the sweetness of her lips. He could feel her breathing slowly. Letting his senses wander, he could feel his urges again starting to resurface. Not wanting to end their connection, he also knew that this wasn't the right time to further enjoy himself. Hubert removed his lips from hers and placed his free hand on her waist.

Frowning at the end of their kiss, Pascal tilted her head in question. "Did I do something wrong?"

Hubert raised an eyebrow at such a ridiculous question. "Why would you think that?"

"Well..." She started, her face blushing a little redder than before. "You... stopped."

Nodding at the true statement, Hubert felt it would be best if he explained himself. Since arriving in the Enclave, it seemed that she was trying her best to bring him closer to her and she deserved and explanation to way he wasn't reciprocating. "Now is not the time for us to... let ourselves be whisked away by our fantasies." He started, caressing her bare skin. "As much as I'd like that, it is not the proper time."

"Why not? We're engaged, ya?" She questioned, still not following his train of thought. "We can do what we want!" He could hear the disappointment in her voice. "We live together now, Hu. No one will ever know if we did the ol' hanky panky~"

Hubert's face turned dark red at her last remark and re-positioned his glasses "That's best saved until after marriage..."

"PPppsssshhhhhh! Who cares!" Her voice became louder in dispute "You love me, ya?"

"Y-yes.."

"And I'm pretty sure I love you too if I'm willing to do this so why not?"

The young man cringed at her 'pretty sure' comment but made no attempt to challenge her on it. He knew she was doing the best she could with what little experience she had on the subject of love. Not to say he had anything more than her, however he at least understood the concept a little more. "Because Pascal," He started his explanation calmly. "What if you decide all of this is a bad idea? That you're not ready for marriage or that you don't love me after all. You would be throwing away something you cannot get back."

"But its my choice, right?"

"Its a choice that belongs to both of us." He finished. "I don't want us to do something that we could regret later."

Suddenly, Pascal let out a big laugh and removed herself from on top of him to her butt back on her bed. Hubert puzzled his face as to what she found so amusing.

"Life is full of regrets!" She shouted in a happy tone. "Its nothing but trial and error! If we walked through life constantly fearing what was behind us, we couldn't go anywhere, right?"

Hubert couldn't help but stare in awe at her while she preached her views. He saw point in what she was saying, however his mind wandered as he realized he was starting at her completely naked body. From head to toe, he could see everything. The urges inside him stirred once more and his brain started to go fuzzy. "That is all well and good but what would you do if we did engage in intercourse and you wound up pregnant? What then?" He retorted, hating his words as he spoke them.

Placing her hand on her chin, the young researcher looked up in thought. "Never really thought of that..."

"Of course you didn't!" He barked back. Feeling uncomfortable still sitting on the ground, Hubert pulled himself to his feet and re-secured the towel around his waist, then sat down next to her. "This is why I must always look after you. You're way too reckless in your ways, Pascal."

Pascals heart began to pound at the thought. He was right. Making risks while by herself only wound up getting herself in trouble. This was a risk they both had to face the consequences of if it went south. Possibly not only them but a third unwilling party. Straightening her face, she looked into his eyes. "I'm ready."

He could see the seriousness in her eyes. This only made him want her even more but he had to fight back. Battling himself between what was right and what was wrong became exhausting. If she was serious about risking something so vital, then who was he to tell her no? She wanted it just as much as he did, apparently and fighting with her only took that much more energy out of him. Swallowing hard, Hubert looked deeply into the girls garnet colored eyes. "Are you sure you are willing to accept everything that happens from this point on? There is no going back." He asked, wanting to make himself clear.

Pascal nodded. Although it only been a week since his confession and proposal to her, she knew in her heart that no one could accept her like he could. No one was willing to put up with her like he could. Like the Overseer had said to her, it was surprising anyone would want to go through what they did with her. Merits and flaws. Pascal knew she had probably more flaws than merits but he had stuck through them all this time. Showing his love and reaching out to her even when she was too blind to see it. He never gave up. He never backed down. The Amarcian felt it was only right to give him the same courtesy back. Giving it her all!

Once he saw her determination, Hubert made his first move. With gentle force, he placed both hands on her shoulder and pushed he flat on the bed. He gazed over her surprised reaction for a brief moment, then brought his face down to hers with a deep kiss. Tonight he was going to do his best to show his ever growing love for this girl, even if he had never once done anything like this before. It was a constant inner struggle, with Hubert. Although he wanted to do so much, show so much, he could never really bring himself to just... do it, like she could. It was part of the reason he was so fond of her. She was everything he wasn't. Now wasn't a time to be struggling though. Hubert removed his lips from hers and took a deep breath; trying to calm his nerves. Looking at her expression again, he could see that she didn't mind his forwardness one bit and that he could press forward. With a small boost in confidence, he reached his left arm up and placed his hand firmly on her soft but supple breast. He could feel his face turning red at his bold move and he shut his eyes. He was beginning to lose the confidence he just gained, and very fast. It was embarrassing.

Pascal could see his strife and smiled to herself. "Its alright, Hu~" She called out to the stupidly nervous man above her. "Do whatever you want! I'm totally fine with it so long as its not gonna like... I dunno, hurt or whatever." She couldn't help but find his struggle a little amusing. If they both wanted this then it should be fine, right? There was no denying that she, herself, felt a little nervous as well. She was doing her best to keep her spirits high for the both of them.

"Are...Are you sure?" Hubert forced himself to speak, not opening his eyes still. His voice was soft and childish. His heart began to pound against his chest as he felt her chest beneath his fingertips. His filthy actions made him cringe. She was trying to soothe him, sure! But this wasn't some measly walk in the park! Hubert was beginning to feel angry with himself. Was this really the right thing to do? No matter how much his primal instincts urged him to press onward, he couldn't help but find his own actions shameful. Were humans really no different than animals?

"Yeah!" She giggled, placing her hand on his cheek. "You're worrying so much for something so silly! Look!" She urged him to open his eyes and look down at her, and with hesitation, he complied. Pascal looked into his brilliant blue eyes and felt sympathy inside herself. Why was this such a big deal? She could only wonder. "I am just a woman and you are just a man." She started, doing her best to coach him away from his inner torment. She placed her hand away from his cheek and then upon his own; holding her breast. "This is just a body. I have one and you have one, ya know? Its totally fine!"

"But... What if I let myself go too far and hurt you?" Hubert felt a little bit of his anxiety let go.

"Then I'll be like ow and you'll stop? I dunno, Hu. That sorta a silly question."

He heard her speak. He understood what she was saying, however it still didn't change his fears of letting himself go into a state he had never been in before. What if his urges made him barbaric? "Can you really trust me?" He let himself speak.

Pascal tilted her head in confusion "Of course..." Her voice sounded concerned "I don't think you'd do anything to purposely hurt me. You love me, ya? Lets just get all touchy-touchy and don't really worry about the minor details!"

"Touchy... touchy?" He repeated, with slight amusement in his voice.

The girl nodded, "That's right! Go wild, Hu!"

Peering down at her, Hubert could feel her carelessness wash into him. If it really wasn't that much of a big deal to her, then why was he really all that worried? Was he really just being stubborn in his own sense of righteousness? Comparing himself to something as ridiculous as an animal and worrying he wouldn't be able to control himself. Hubert couldn't help but scoff at his own actions inside his head. Surely, if she was displeased with his actions or performance, she would let him know. Pascal wasn't the type to keep things to herself and if she could trust him in such endeavors, then it was stupid to think he couldn't trust himself. Hubert took pride in his self control, having more of it than most his age. This was no different. Feeling he could finally press forward with no fears, he lowered his head to the side and began to kiss her neck. Smelling the sweet sent of her soap, he could honestly say he was very glad she had bathed before this moment. He could hear her giggle more as he kissed her.

Pascal let go of his hand, to let it freely do as it wished. His kissing her neck tickled her, but felt nice nonetheless. The sensation was different than that of a normal tickle. It ran down her body in a tingly weirdness. She brought her hands up to his back, and held him close to her.

He could feel her reassurance to continue. With the hand already placed on top of her, he grabbed onto her breast once more. Gently he rubbed it. So soft and yet firm. At his touch, he could feel the nipple beneath his palm become erect. With much interest, he smoothed his thumb over it, causing her body to jump in reaction.

The sensation he caused her was in no way bad, just different. Pascal wasn't sure how to feel at this bolt of pleasure that he sent through her body. Feeling her face grow hot as a blushed emerged. Turning her head to the side away from him, she closed her eyes and gave in to the feeling.

Seeing as how she did not stop him, although still unsure of why she reacted that way, Hubert did it once more. Slowly he brushed his thumb up against her again. Once, twice and a few more times until he could hear her frustrations. Bringing his lips away from her neck, he looked at her flustered faced. Closed eyes and red cheeks. This amused him greatly. She wasn't stopping him, could it be that she enjoyed this? Hubert could feel his confidence grow as he continued to play with her breast. Bringing his lips to her neck again, he decided to change his action. Kissing it once more, he opened his mouth and placed it upon her skin, licking where he once kissed. He heard a gasp escape her mouth and he grinned. She was enjoying this! Hubert quietly chuckled to himself. It was almost like a game. What could he do to get reactions from her? Taking both his thumb and forefinger, Hubert gently pinched her erect nipple as he continued licking up and down her neck. He could hear her breathing not too far from his ear. It was shallow and inconsistent.

The feeling inside her grew as he continued to tease her body. The tingling was almost too much. Almost unbearable however, at the same time, it was pleasurable. It intrigued the girl and left her wanting more of it. Pascal could feel her body getting hotter and quite light headed, almost to a drowsy point. Why was she feeling this way? Her body's responses were perplexing! Confusion and anxiousness washed over her body and he did what he wanted. Pascal felt helpless. Closing her mouth, she did her best to contain her feelings to herself.

Wanting to take his actions to a more intimate level, Hubert backed away from her neck. Tracing her small frame with his eyes, he let his hand unlatch from her breast and travel down to her stomach. With light touches and caresses as he went down, he stopped at her belly button and looked back up at her face. She still faced away from him, eyes closed with a most interesting expression. Feeling concerned, he reached back up with his traveled hand and placed it on her face, turning it to himself.

Pascal, with hesitation, looked back up at her lover. Feeling a bit embarrassed about how he was making her feel, she gave him an uncomfortable look.

"I fear this is too much for you." Hubert spoke softly to her, with a slow sigh in his voice.

Widening her eyes and shaking her head, Pascal brought herself up to a sitting position "N-no! Its not! I'm fine, really!" Guilt started to emerge from inside her.

"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself very much," He started, caressing the side of her cheek with his thumb. "Not with the face you were giving me."

Letting out a loud whine, she pouted "I... was! Its just..." Her voice trailed off and she took her eyes off of him. Unable to hold back a blush of embarrassment, she felt uneasy. This was all so new to her! How else was she supposed to react? All these feelings and emotions were different and unexpected. To be honest, she thought sex was a simple act of intercourse and that was all. Penetration, ejaculation and bam! That was about it. Not to say she disliked what he was doing, she liked it a lot. Pascal was unsure what to say to the concerned looking man in front of her.

"What is it, Pascal?" He urged, turning her face towards him again.

"Well, how would you feel if I just started getting touchy touchy all over you?" She blurted out suddenly.

Widening his eyes at such the outburst, he began to understand her frustrations and smiled. Indeed, if she was to do the same to him, he would be most uncomfortable. Still, the lingering feeling that this was going to be too much for her to handle did reside in the back of his mind. Doing his best to trust her word that she would stop him if he did something that bothered her, he sighed with a smile and kissed her softly on the lips. "Then, shall we continue?" His words were suave and almost seducing.

With another blush, Pascal laid back down obediently but grabbed both his arms and pulled him back on top of her. Taking some initiative in the matter, she leaned up and kissed him passionately. Slowly she trailed her fingers through his short blue hair. Humming in content, she let go of his arms and slowly felt up his chest. Of course, his wasn't as sensitive as hers but it was still some sort of payback, right? Feeling his smooth chest in all its definition. Following it down until it got to the rim of his towel. There, he caught her by the wrist and stopped her.

Pulling away, Hubert gave her a stern look but said nothing. It was not time for such things yet, even if he wished it. Mentally he wasn't ready for that and still wanted to explore her reactions more to various things. Wanting both of their first times to be completely perfect, he shook his head and pinned that wrist above her head. Before she could question his motives, he placed a finger on her lips to shush her. Giving her a moment to understand, he pulled his finger away and began to feel up her chest once more. Gliding his hand over her breast and flicking her nipple, he made his hand back down to her lower belly and then to her hips. He was beginning to like her this way. Quiet and obedient. Knowing full well he shouldn't get used to it, he savored the moment. Running his hand further down, he brought his body down until he could reach the entirety of her outer thigh to her knee. Looking back up her body, he could see her helpless and even dreading expression on her face. With a sly grin, he moved back up and kissed her chest. Unsure of his motives, Pascal couldn't help but be anxious and he knew that. It made the game that much more fun to him. There was really one other place he had yet to explore however... he wasn't sure how to approach that. Surely, she wouldn't just let him touch her there without him gradually easing into it. Nor would he want to do it when she wasn't ready for such things. Wanting nothing more than to have her relax and be as comfortable and satisfied as possible, he continued to kiss downward until reaching her breast. How marvelous she felt beneath his fingertips! Rubbing the length of her leg, he brought his face above her breast and licked it softly. Feeling her body jolt again, he grinned and continued to lick around it before bringing his tongue to her nipple. Tenderly he brought his mouth around the little mound and gave it one quick stroke. Pascal let out a small unexpected yelp, which caught his attention. Humming in satisfaction, he wanted to hear more. Licking turned into sucking as he slowly started to stimulate her erogenous area with his mouth.

The Amarcian was unable to contain herself any longer. What he was doing; what he was making her feel was fantastic. Such feelings she had never felt before were overwhelming her body. Her head, still light became further hazy. Unsure if she wanted him to stop because the teasing was becoming too much, or continue because of how wonderful it felt, she fidgeted but said nothing. Her breathing turned from shallow to heavy as he pleasured her and she was unable to keep quiet. Opening her mouth, she made small noises of frustration and pleasure with every notion he made from his hand to his mouth.

Hubert could hear that she was enjoying herself and grinned with arrogance. He too was having a fine time. Slowly, he inched his hand from her outer thigh onto the inner. Having faith that he wouldn't make her uncomfortable at this point, he started to slide his hand upward until finally reaching his goal. Receiving no stop or warning from his lover, he continued to touch her private area. Completely surprised to how drenched she was, he slowly slid his fingers around her opening and into her creases; taking note of everything he felt and heard from her. Knowing full well she wasn't just going to outright tell him what she liked or disliked being touched down there, he further explored. Noticing an engorged area towards the top, he began to rub it gently, feeling her fidget beneath him further. Taking his face away from her squishy mounds, he looked at his lovers face for any sign or signal to stop. Astonishingly, she already looked pretty spent! Feeling proud of himself for at least pleasuring her that much, he leaned forward and kissed her softly, however did not cease his rubbing between her legs.

Quietly whining against his lips, Pascal couldn't stay quiet. The pleasure had completely gone to her head. His touches, his rubs, his licks, his sucking! Everything! It was so much! It was too much! The poor girl was overwhelmed with pleasure and emotions. Kissing him quieted her whines for the time being, but as he pulled away and looked at her, she felt as though she would melt. Frazzled and frustrated, she pulled him closer again to continue kissing him. Her pleasure began to slowly rise as he continued to touch her in that same spot. The feeling of his lips upon hers, smelling him, tasting him, it all seemed to drive her further crazy with sensations!

Completely bewildered with her sudden forwardness, Hubert did his best to keep up with her sporadic kissing. Her abrupt arousal began to fluster him as well, but only interest him further. Was he really making her this irrational? This thought made him feel like the biggest man in the world. To think, with just these small gestures, he could drive his lover into such a frenzy. Maybe he shouldn't have doubted himself in the beginning? The kissing grew more passionate by the second until he could no longer keep up with it and needed to get air. Moving down to her neck again, he began to nibble at it, listening to her breathe pleasure into his ear. He could feel her body begin to tremble. Feeling excited, he began to rub and play with her faster and with more pressure, hoping she would get more out of it. It wasn't long before she let out the loud cry of pleasure that he had been waiting for.

With her pleasure at its peak, Pascal gripped her lover tightly and reached her state of ecstasy. All of the frustration; all of tension that had been building up inside her body from his exploration of her, finally melted away in a big heave of pleasure. Baffled at what even just happened, Pascal let out an exhausted laugh. Not totally sure what to do with herself, she reached down and grabbed his hand from her groin and pulled it back up to her chest.

Hubert moved up and smiled into the face of his pleased lover. He felt happy to be able to do her such a favor. "You seem pleased." He stated, wanting to hear her opinion.

The young woman nodded and moved to stretch, making a loud squealing noise. "Yeah! I don't even know what just happened but it sure was cool!"

Raising an eyebrow, Hubert looked at her for a moment. Completely astonished at the words that were just uttered from her mouth. It was Pascal, after all so he really shouldn't be that surprised however... at her age? Really? He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it briefly.

"I'm glad you thought so." He knew he shouldn't ask her about never experiencing an orgasm before, it would only lead her to more questions he did not want to answer. Giving her a moment to relax and compose herself again, Hubert sat up; back into the original position he was in before they started their escapade. Clearing his throat, he made sure that his towel was still secured around his waist.

Pascal looked over at him. She watched as he secured himself and remembered how he had stopped her earlier. Would now be a good time and try again? Or maybe she should just ask him? Pondering about it made her feel weird but she was aware of how stubborn he could be with such the smallest things. After a moment, she too sat up. Moving behind him, Pascal wrapped her arms around his chest just as she had done so earlier in the bath tub. His back felt warm pressed up against her bare chest. It was soothing.

"What are you doing?" He inquired to her, looking back.

"Just hugging you~" She answered in a still breathless tone, however happy. In reality, she had other things in mind then just hugging him but this was good for now. Her upper half was cold and he was very toasty.

Mulling the events that had just transpired between them, Hubert could feel his own arousal grow. He had stopped her from touching him before, perhaps now would be a more appropriate time? The thought made him groan in his own mind. However pleasing, he knew how uncomfortable he would feel. Her seeing him, Her touching him. Even if it was right and fair, it didn't feel that way. As far as he knew, she had never even seen a naked man up until today. How could she react to such in a state such as this? There was only one way to find out.

"P-pascal...?"

Hearing her name made her head shoot up in attention. "Yeah?"

Still uncomfortable with himself, Hubert forced out his pretty obvious question. "What... did you have in mind while you were reaching for my towel?" His inquiry made him cringe. Knowing he sounded like a fool, he blushed and looked down.

"Hmmm..." He could hear her hum from behind him. Suddenly her hands moved from his chest and down towards the area in question. As habits would have it, he stopped them once again and heard her giggle. "Nothing much, really. I just assumed we were gonna do the do and ya can't really do that with a towel on, now can you?"

"I...I see." He felt ridiculous. Her answer was just as innocent and pure as she was. This girl had no clue about anything, did she? Giving a heavy sigh, he did his best to regain composure again before speaking. "And... do you still want to do that?"

"Yeah, of course!" She cheered. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well... I just figured that since you were now physically satisfied, maybe you would have changed your mind into reconsidering such acts." Hubert spoke, still embarrassed at the thought of them joining in intercourse. Was he being selfish or selfless? He wasn't sure.

Pascal tilted her head and thought for a moment. Not understanding what he had meant by that, there was no doubt that she had suddenly become very tired. Still, once she had an idea in mind there was no real turning back. "Nope. I still wanna do it."

She sounded determined still. Hubert wasn't sure if he was happy or frustrated at the thought of his own satisfaction. Letting go of her hands, he let out a groan that she was very familiar with. It was the groan of her getting her way despite his wishes and protests. Slowly, he watched as her fingers tip toed down his chest until getting to the rim of his towel. "I am a man..." He thought to himself, doing his best to not stop her. This was only fair. He took pleasure in her body and all of its wonders, she should be able to do the same to him. In fact, he should want her to do the same to him, not dread it. Hubert closed his eyes once more, not wanting to see her reaction even if impossible due to her being behind him. Suddenly, he felt his towel being tugged at until being removed.

The seconds of silence that passed between them felt like an eternity. "Why wasn't she saying anything? Why wasn't she doing anything? Was there something wrong?" Hubert questioned the situation in his mind, still refusing to open his eyes and see for himself.

"Hu...?" He heard her call his name. "Oh for all that is good and holy, what could be the issue?"

"Y-yes, Pascal?" He responded, his voice raspy and hesitant.

Her response would only shock him further. "Why does it stand up like that?" Pascal had never seen an aroused male before. He had been completely right to assume that.

"Because..." He started, not wanting to finish. "That's what happens when a man is aroused, Pascal. It becomes erect. That's how intercourse works." He spoke slowly and calmly. Not for her sake, but for his own. "How else did you think it would fit inside you?"

A few more seconds of silence passed before the light above her head turned on. "Oh! That makes sense now!" She called out happily, hearing her giggle some more. With a light touch, he felt her poke at it. His manhood. In all its glory stood before her. Completely defenseless and vulnerable.

"There is just one more thing..." She spoke, with a hint of interest in her voice. "It looks... like a valkines!"

"...What?" Hubert was speechless.

"Yeah!" She cheered. "It totally does!"

Hubert couldn't help but open his eyes at her statement and look down at himself. The familiar sight didn't seem any different. Everything was still there. Everything still looked the same as when he last saw himself. "Did you really just compare my manhood to a valkines?"

Laughing again, Pascal detached herself from behind and moved next him to where she could have a better view and more access to her new fascination. Leaning close to it, she proceeded to examine it as if it was one of her new discoveries. From a top view, to a side to side view, the Amarcian examined him. Using her index finger she poked the top, causing it to twitch back at her. Giving an small squeal with delight, Pascal moved onto the floor and got on both knees; sitting, to examine the underneath.

"P-p-pascal!" Hubert whaled, becoming increasingly frustrated with how she was treating the situation, even though he knew her reaction would probably be strange. "What on earth are you doing?!"

"Its just so... so.." She started as she proceeded to poke it from underneath, causing it to twitch again. "INTERESTING!"

In absolute astonishment and embarrassment at what his partner was doing, the young man covered his forehead with his palm and exhaled loudly. Really, he knew he shouldn't of expected less then this from a girl like her. In her own ways, she was eccentric and innocent. Everything could be a fun game or a new toy to play with and now, to his dismay, it was his own body part.

With another stroke from her index finger, she went from the bottom all the way to the tip, sending Hubert in a shiver of excitement. Noticing this, she giggled "Hmmm~"

"Hmmm? What is Hmmm?" He inquired, his voice broken and high pitched.

Not responding at first, Pascal found it more exciting to just play with her new toy some more. From another stroke from the bottom up, this time she used two fingers before stopping at the rim of his head then going back down again. Each and every time, it caused his member to twitch and made her giggle inside. "How amusing!" She thought to herself "I wonder why it does that...?" Needing more data to collect in her mind, she proceeded to poke at his head. Nothing happened. Giving a puzzled face, she did it once more then gave up. Clearly that wasn't interesting. Next, she put her whole hand around the head and stroked it slowly. Noticeably, she felt it throb within her grasp. Excited, she exclaimed a "Ah hah!" Looking back up to her lover for praise, she only got his crimson red, frustrated face all scrunched up with his eyes closed. Frowning, the girl became confused. Did he not like it after all?

After a few moments of her not touching him, things felt awkward in the room and the young man opened one eye to unfortunately see his lover frowning. "W-what's wrong..?"

"I dunno what to do!" She explained, sitting back on her heels. "You didn't seem to have much of a reaction from all my tests."

Taking his eyes off of her, Hubert swallowed hard "I... didn't?"

"No. Not really. I guess you didn't like it" Her voice sounded disappointed and almost hurt. The poor girl had been trying her best with all of the very little knowledge she had, and he wasn't giving her very good results.

"That's...Not true." Hubert corrected, softening his voice and opening both of his eyes. He know knew how she felt when he was exploring her, however he at least had some knowledge. Many a times during missions with his squad, he would over hear the older men talking about private times with their wives. He was fortunate enough to know even that little on how he might pleasure the girl he held a flame for. She was left without a cent.

"Nah... you're just saying that." Pascal said again, slowly raising to her feet in defeat.

"No, I'm not. It felt... quite nice" He explained, though still unable to meet her gaze.

Pascals ears perked up with the information he had just given her. No longer feeling distraught, she revealed one of her brilliant smiles and danced in places. "Ya really mean it?!"

Nodding shamefully, Hubert didn't speak back. Before he even could hope to she had jumped on top of him, losing what little he had left of the towel and sending him to fall backwards. Nervously, he looked at her happy grin. How could something so small make her so happy? Actions, of course. "Huh?" But before he could even ask, his question was answered. Firmly she grasped him with her right hand, holding herself up with her left. With gentle pressure, she slowly stroked his length upwards, then rubbed the tip with her thumb. The action sent shivers of pleasure down his body, however he was unable to turn away again. His fearful eyes were locked on hers. So vibrant and happy she looked.

Wanting clear responses from both his expressions and his body, Pascal made no hesitation to take the little praise she got to take initiative. His member was rock hard, but soft to the touch. The combination itself interested her. She watched as he cringed in pleasure every single time she repeated her moves. One long gentle stroke up, a few rubs a the top, then back down again. A repetitive action. In the back of her mind, Pascal felt it was payback for making her feel how he did. At the same time, it just made her happy to know she could possibly be giving him the same feelings he had given her. Without much thought, the girl had changed her course to only focus on the head. It was soft and squishy. With her four fingers, she began to stroke the top. Grinning from ear to ear, she could see the torment she was inflicting on his face. Wanting to ease his torture just a little bit, she leaned herself down and kissed him softly.

The kiss was greatly appreciated, as both of their eyes would be closed and she would not have to see his shameful reaction. As her sweet lips touched his, Hubert didn't hesitate to keep them there. With a swift move of his hand to the back of her head, he run his fingers through her feathery hair and deepened the kiss. There was no denying it. The pleasure she was inflicting upon his body was much more powerful than something he could do on his own. It was different. Her hands, so soft. Her touches, so gentle yet enough to send his body aching for more. As she continued, he knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself. Quickly he let go of her head, letting her pull away and break the kiss.

Astonished, Pascal stopped the stimulation and looked at him with much concern. His sudden aggressiveness towards her was off putting and made her worried that maybe it wasn't as good as she thought.

Placing his hand upon hers, Hubert made sure that she would no longer continue. "Cease your hand movement for now..." He managed to say between his heavy breathing.

"Why?" Pascal tilted her head and gave another frown, "Did I not do so great?"

"No, no, no, no!" Hubert shook his head back and forth, then smiled. Releasing her hand to place his on her cheek. "Its quite the opposite. If you had continued, I wouldn't have been able to last."

Pascal felt only more confused at this explanation. "I don't get it.."

Giving another heavy sigh, Hubert decided it would be best to sit up and explain himself. Leaning close to her, he touched his forehead with his lovers and smiled "If you had continued, then you would have given me the same wonderful feeling I gave you earlier." Seeing her mouth open to question his logic, the young man pressed a finger to her lips to stop her. "If I had let you do that, then we wouldn't be able to engage in such actions as you wish. My body would be simply too exhausted to continue and my... areas would be unable to perform in a way you'd enjoy."

Still not fully understanding, Pascal simply nodded. "Does that mean we continue to the main event." A faint blush surfaced in her cheeks.

Hubert nodded as well before kissing her once more. "Yes, if you wish."

Without a moment to lose, Pascal picked herself up and mounted over his eager member. All he could do was watch as she took the liberty of penetrating herself. Before so much as half could manage in, she stopped and cried in pain. "This... does not feel very good." She stated, not moving an inch "Are you sure we're doing this right?"

Doing his best to keep himself focused, Hubert could feel the heat of her insides on his sensitive area. It was too tight to easily fit in, as expected. "Yes... If its too much, we can stop." He assured her.

"No." Pascal shook her head and looked into his eyes. The pain was unlike something she had ever felt. Although she did not wear it on her face in fear it would scare him into not pressing forward, the pain was almost intolerable. It felt as if the object she had just enjoyed toying with was ripping her apart. "I want to do this."

"Would you rather I do this for you?" He suggested, hoping she would take him up on the offer. Coming down on him like that couldn't possibly be the most pleasurable thing, however doing it traditionally would probably give her just as much pain. Wanting to do something, he felt maybe if he controlled it, it might hurt less.

Pascal allowed it to enter about one more inch before stopping. It burned. She realized this was not something that could be done slowly. Suddenly she came to an idea. What if it was like ripping off a bandage? Doing it slow would only make the pain last longer, however if you rip it off fast, it only stings a little and its done. Deciding this was probably her best beat, Pascal let the strength in her lower body bottom out as her forced him completely in her. Crying loudly, she hugging tightly.

"P-pascal!" Hubert winced in pain, not expecting that. "Why would you do that?!"

"I-it was the only thing I c-could think of." She explained quietly in his ear, pain resonating with every word.

Feeling helpless, Hubert hugged her tight. To be honest, it actually hurt him as well to have to be forced in such a tight area but he knew it was probably nothing compared to what she just put herself through. "How is this even going to work..?" He thought as he stroked her hair lovingly.

Letting a few moments pass as their bodies got used to each other, Pascal wiped her eyes and gave him a half-hearted smile. "Sorry I'm not very good..." She chuckled to herself.

"don't say such ridiculous things!" Hubert reprimanded, wiping the last bit of wetness from her cheek that she had missed. "This isn't your fault at all. This is just... how it is the first time... or so I've heard..."

His words comforted her inside. She too had heard such a thing from Fermat but figured she was exaggerating like she tended to do. "Well... what do we do now?"

"Well..." Hubert said aloud as he pondered to himself. "You could let me take over. That is generally how its done anyway." A man of tradition and etiquette, as always. Seeing his lover nod in agreement, Hubert mustered all of his strength to lift them both up and lay her on her back in front of him; not separating them in fear it might cause her more unnecessary pain.

They stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. Currently brought together in a physical union. Pascal let out a small smile "I'm ready.." She assured him "We gotta keep going even if it hurts superbad!"

Although the young man did not want to agree with the terms, he knew she was right. They had gotten this far and the only thing they could do was continue forward. The pain she had to endure would all be for naught otherwise. Silently, Hubert kissed his lover on the forehead before allowing his hips to move back; slowly removing most of himself from her insides. The pain was still very apparent on her face, but she endured it with much strength and did not tell him to stop.

The searing pain started to fade as he got into a rhythm. Pascal could feel her body relax and with every thrust, the feeling became soothing. Gradually, her insides lost tension and allowed her some relief. Pleasure started to resurface from his thrusting, giving her the same hot feeling she had experienced before, however it felt a little different. Doing her best, she focused on the feeling. His member began to slip in and out inside of her, causing friction and her insides began to swell. Pascals head start to become fuzzy again, as she look up at her determined lover. Bringing her arm up, she touched his face, causing him to stop.

At first her sudden action alarmed him, making him wonder if it was too much, however as he gazed down at her he noticed that her face no longer made a painful expression but that of a passion he had never seen her wear before. Being lured into her garnet colored eyes, he leaned forward and kissed his woman. With soft euphoria, their beings connected in a bond neither of them had ever felt before. As they kissed, Hubert brought up his left hand and placed it on her breast, slowly massaging it as he began to thrust once more. No longer with the fear of causing her further pain in his mind, he knew they could finally enjoy their experiences. It was time to dive into the love and lust they both shared.

Bringing their lips apart, Pascal breathed in his scent. She could smell the sweat emitting from his body from his own physical activity and arousal. She too could feel herself growing hotter. Turning her head to breath some fresh air, the girl could feel him begin to kiss down her neck, only making all the sensations she once felt return. Letting quiet moans come from inside her, she closed her eyes and focused again on their mating. Her face turned bright red, as her breathing turned shallow and inconsistent, letting all of the feelings get into her. His warm, soft lips on her neck. His phallus rubbing up against her slick insides. It only made her female organs throb for release.

The young Lieutenant could feel himself getting lost in his pleasure. The soft pillowiness of her breasts, the taste of her skin; somewhat salty but still as sweet as before, the feeling of her hot wet insides clenching against his manhood. It was too much. Breathing heavily into her ear, he couldn't hold back his feelings any longer. "Pascal..." He groaned softly into her ear before lightly nipping at it. "I can't hold back much longer..."

Unable to give him any type of proper response, Amarcian woman let the knowledge of his heightened pleasure only further stimulate her thoughts. Her brain was becoming fuzzy again and she too could not hold out much longer. Letting all her thoughts go, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. Moaning pleasure into his ear, she could feel her climax also about to break.

Hubert could feel his lovers body tremble under the amount of pleasure it was enduring. It was the sign he was waiting for. Holding out for just a few seconds longer, he finally hear the loud cry of pleasure that burst out of her into his ears. Needing no more than that, he too let himself to. Releasing all of the tension he had inside of him, with a loud groan he came into her. He could feel her let go of him and relax underneath his body. After a few more pants, he swallowed hard and looked at her. Pascal looked as wiped as he felt.

The girl opened her eyes to see her very exhausted lover and giggled. Bringing a palm up, she wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled. All they needed was each other. They could feel nothing else but pure happiness. This was truly what it must feel like to be in love.

Their moment of passion was over. Hubert pulled himself out and laid next to his future wife, clutching her hand and breathing in the cool air around him. It had become night time already. How many hours had passed since his forced bath time with her? Who cared really? Not like he needed to get anywhere. With a few more moments of bliss passing, Hubert let go of her hand and sat up.

"Where ya going, Hu?" She called out in a calm, tired voice.

"Hmm?" He turned his head to view her. She looked as if she would fall asleep at any moment. "I can't very well let us sleep with this mess we've made, now can I?"

Groaning and turning to her side to get comfortable, she looked at him and pouted "Mess? can't that wait til tomorrow?" She was completely unaware of what he was talking about and didn't really care either.

Ignoring her protest, Hubert got up and found their dirty towels. Tossing hers over to the sleepy girl, he proceeded to pick his up and clean off his now limp member. "Clean up, Pascal. If not, I'll be throwing you back into the tub." He scolded, knowing full well that she'd listen with a threat like that.

Pascal picked up the towel then let her senses come back to normal. Feeling the mess in between her legs, she blushed and did her best to get as much dry as possible. Before she could throw the dirty towel back on the floor, her eyes widened as she examined it. It had streaks of red in it that she could only assume was blood. "Oh no!" She panicked, sitting up now wide awake. "It shouldn't be that time!"

Cocking an eyebrow, Hubert took the dirty towel from her and folded it with his own. "Its only natural for you to bleed after your first time, Pascal. I figured you'd know at least that."

The girl thought for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief before letting herself fall back on the bed. With a small stretch, she grabbed the blankets that had been shoved against the wall and wrapped her now cold body in it. "I totally forgot about that" She giggled, sounding sleepy again.

Seeing her curled into a ball like that in the blankets made Hubert smile to himself. How cute. Without delay he followed her example. Taking some blanket from her, he positioned himself next to her and laid down, folding his arms around her small waist and holding her tight. Within moments, they both fell sound asleep.

The sun shone brightly through the Amarcian windows and into Hubert's sensitive eyes, slowly awakening him to the morning. Being slightly confused at first, the young man recalled where he was, who he was with and the memories of his first night there. Promptly, he fished around for his glasses and mounted them on his face. "What time is it...?" He muttered to himself, getting out of bed and going towards his suit case. In there he discovered his small golden pocket watch that was given to him many years ago by his adopted father. Opening it up, he saw the time. It was half past eight. Stumbling over their clothes, Hubert made it back to the bed where he began to awake his sleeping beauty.

Pascal moaned and groaned as she tossed and turned, fighting the attempts he was making to wake her. "5 more minutes sis... I'm having a good dream..." She mumbled.

Rolling his eyes, he no longer was going to try and wake her nicely. "I am not Fourier, and its time to wake up." He said in a loud, harsh tone.

Mumbling a few more inaudible things, Pascal turned over and slowly opened her eyes. "...You're naked, Hu. That's weird." was the only thing he could make out.

"Indeed, as are you. It would be best if with both promptly got clothed and made it to the Overseer to see what she has I mind for my tests" Hubert explained, going back to his suitcase to adorn fresh clothing.

The sleepy Amarcian watched him for a moment before sitting up and yawning loudly and rubbing her eyes. "Do we have to? can't we eat first? I could totally go for some bananas right now... and maybe some water..."

"Water I will fetch you, if you just wait a moment." He offered after fastening his pants and buttoning his nice pressed white shirt. "However, I'm afraid of what I might find in you kitchen..." Hubert couldn't help but cringe. If her kitchen was anything like her living space, for all he knew, she could have moldy festering bananas all over the kitchen. Quickly, he marched into the kitchen and came back out with a glass of water from probably the weirdest sink he had ever seen.

Pascal gripped the cup and slowly drank from it before letting out a refreshing sigh. "Aww that's some good stuff!" She chirped loudly. Turning her head to him, she frowned "No bananas?"

"You'll have to look for yourself. I don't dare open your cooler..." Hubert stated with a hand wave.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Before either of them could move to let the visitor in, the door was flung open by none other then Pascals hotheaded sister, Fourier. She peered into the room, allowing her eyes to adjust before laying them on Hubert who was now fully clothed. "You!" She said in a loud hard voice "The Overseer wants to see you at once." Before anyone could reply, her eyes shifted over to her still very much nude sister, drinking a glass of water without a care. Her eyes widened and Hubert could feel his life growing short. Fourier's fury was nothing short of a natural disaster.

"Oh, Hey sis!" Pascal called out, finishing her glass and setting it on the floor. "It sure weird for you to be stopping by~"

Fourier turned her head from Pascals oblivious form, back to Hubert. "Please tell me I'm reading this situation wrong..." She begged, placing her thumb and index finger to her forehead. "Please tell my my sister just decided to not get clothed after the bath and fell asleep by herself."

An eternity of silence passed between the three of them. Pascal slowly got out of bed, and wobbled her way around to find a clean pair of clothing and put them one. Hubert stood frozen in the room, fearing that if he budged he could somehow become decapitated. Without another word, Fourier exited the house and slammed the door.

"Geez... What's bugging her?" Pascal said, emerging from the kitchen with a fresh banana in hand.

Letting out a loud frustrated whale, Hubert turned to her "Probably the thought of her sister being indecent with a guy like me, I would imagine..."

The next hour consisted of the two cleaning up the room, eating and making their way to their expected meeting with the Overseer. Once there, they were happily greeted by Poisson who seemed extra cheerful then normal, and then the Overseer floating out of her chambers. Pascal forced small talk out of them before getting to the topic at hand: Hubert's unknown amount of time he'd have to be forced living there.

"Ah yes, that still has yet to be decided." Poisson smiled, placing her hands on her hips. "We will need to observe you for at least a few months before making our decision."

"A few months?! isn't that a little drastic?!" Hubert growled at the young girl. "I do have a job and country I need to get back to!"

"Oh my~" Poisson giggled, "You also have a wedding to plan and a fiance to take care of. Are you telling us that you're willing to put Strahta in front of you possible new family?"

"Hmm... I wouldn't really say we're a family. Just gonna be a married couple, ya?" Pascal questioned, placing an interested finger to her lips.

Hubert had hoped and prayed inside that Fourier would keep the mornings events to herself, however it seemed it was too late and she had already taken the liberty into sticking her nose where it didn't belong and discussing business that was not her own. "I don't think that's what she's referring to... Pascal." He sighed, incredibly frustrated. "It seems you're sister did us a favor."

"Indeed she did!" Poisson cheered, before looking at her elderly companion. "It seems you've enjoyed your first night in the Amarcian Enclave, haven't you Hubert?"

Unable to keep the blush from emerging onto his pale face, Hubert pushed up his glasses and looked away. "That is none of your business."

A crackle of a laugh came from the Overseer, as she watched the boys stubbornness. "You are much to stiff." She said, floating closer to the couple. "It is nothing to be ashamed about."

Pascal made a joyful twirl before rushing over to the elderly woman. "What did my big sis tell you guys?" she inquired without a care in the world.

"Simply what she saw when she visited you earlier." Poisson answered, her tone still cheeky as ever.

After thinking for a moment, Pascal started to catch on and her face turned red. With a nervous scratch to the back of her head, she giggled "Yeah... um... hehe~"

"Pascal, this is no time to be laughing." Hubert scolded, taking her hand and dragging her back to his side. "What will happen now?" He asked, turning to the elderly leader.

"Everything will go on as planned, of course." Poisson replied for the old woman. "Nothing has changed."

Hubert widened his eyes in shock. Looking from the small girl, back to the older woman, he couldn't help but feel that there was something hiding. "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch." The old woman spoke, amusement in her voice. "Unlike most of you Ephineans, we Amarcians do not frown upon such acts."

"In fact, we most encourage that you two find whats right for you before becoming forever tired in marriage." Poisson finished, smiling and tilting her head.

"So then... why was Fourier so mad?" The young man asked, looking towards his partner in hope of explanation. Unfortunately, Pascal just shrugged and giggled.

"I doubt she enjoys the thought of her younger sister partaking in such intimate... acts" Poisson explained. "She has been taking care of her most of her life, after all. I'm sure she thinks of her more like a daughter then a sister. Although, I can't speak for her, I can only speculate."

"Ohhhh!" Exclaimed Pascal, pounding her fist on her palm "I get it! So she just gets the willys from thought of me getting all wet and wild with Hu over here?"

Letting out a loud awkward cough, Hubert closed her eyes and placed his fingers on his temples. "Pascal... please have some discretion..." He begged, in a most embarrassed voice. "They really don't need such details. No one does."

With a nod and giggle, Pascal turned back to the Overseer "So what did ya wanna see us for?"

"The Overseer and I wanted to inform you that all arrangements have been made and you two will be moving from that tiny dwelling into a more suitable home. Considering how long Hubert will be staying here, it seems inhumane to force him to stay with you in such a small area." Poisson happily explained, taking out a piece of paper from behind her and handing it to Pascal. "Wow~ Really?" Pascal grabbed the paper and looked at it. "Its even got an extra room! This is totally awesome!"

"Your move will happen as soon as you get ready." The young girl added.

And as it did. Two days passed and the two of them finally moved into their own place. Soon after their move, Fourier attempted to visit again. Unexpectedly, she hollered and frenzied at Hubert for his irrational actions against her sister, then hollered at her for her stupid and unthinkable decisions. Fortunately, they did not need their extra bedroom for its... intended purpose. During the weeks, Pascal typically kept herself coupe up with a bunch of books and research notes. Having extra company did not hamper her from her passion. While she worked on valkines data, Hubert spent his time writing to the President of Strahta and informing him of his future plans and time spent. During the time he managed to pry her away from her work, they discussed their wedding arrangements. It was decided that after the 2 months, they would hold the wedding in the blossoming garden on Fodra. To celebrate its newly forming life, and their newly formed union. "To bring happiness to Fodra!" Was how Pascal worded it. It would only be a small get together of their immediate family and friends, small enough to make one trip using the shuttle then back again.

After the wedding was over, Hubert unfortunately had to go back to Strahta to continue his work being a Lieutenant despite the fact his wife lived in Fendel. With a little gift from the President and Mr. Oswell, they were also given a villa in Strahta to live at when they saw fit. There would be no permanent living arrangement for the two due to their demanding jobs. Every few months, Hubert would stay with Pascal in the Enclave, and then she would stay with him in Strahta, spending her time tinkering with Duplemar. This would be there temporary situation until starting a family of their own~

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed my smutfiction :D I do plan on making another one as sorta a sequel but it will happen... eventually~ I love reviews and, before anyone mentions it, I do have someone editing for me so its more reader friendly. Excuse my errors n such~)