This Slow Dance

le sex!

And this is why most of my stories are rated M for "mature". haha! I can't resist writing a perverted scene :P

Chapter 10

(Last Chapter)

Suddenly she was across the room, her lips pressed against mine, her mouth attacking mine in a desperate act of owning, and I kissed her back just as intensely. All thoughts left my head as her body pressed tightly against mine, and I'm not sure how it happened, but we somehow ended up against one of the thin walls, trying to undress each other between the little space between us. Her face pulled away from mine as I pushed down the over part of her dress and tugged at the fabric around her waist, a loud gasp escaping her as her hands pressed against my chest. Slid down my shirt and underneath along the sensitive skin at my side.

I think at that point I went completely out of mind.

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(Hitomi's POV)

What was I doing? What was happening?

The only thing I could concentrate on was the way my hands moves along his hips, the way my nails bit into the soft flesh where his back curves. Only able to register the soft intake of breath he'd taken against my neck before it hissed out through his teeth. I was breathing as if running a marathon, and hardly aware I was doing so. Making myself dizzy from the amount of air going through my lungs.

I was dizzy from a sudden, extreme lust I'd never, or ever have thought to, experience.

This shouldn't be happening. We weren't home free yet.

I put these thoughts aside, unbidden as his teeth racked against my collarbone, and I heard a moan that must have been mine even though I was hardly aware of making it. His hands fumbled with my clothes. My upper layer of silks had slide off my shoulders, leaving me in the strapless part of the dress made of bright yellows and reds.

I gasp as my shoulderblades press into the wall, shooting a dull ache through me I easily ignored. He stepped away however, at the sound I'd made, but I pulled him to me again, crashing my mouth against his a frenzy of lip swelling kisses, a noise I wasn't even sure I could make escaping me as his knee slid up to press in between my legs. The dress bunched at my waist, and I longed to be rid of it. I mouthed unknown words between our lips as his breath came in short pants.

We were clumsy and frantic, and I was enjoying ever minute of it. I soon became unaware of my surroundings. Only able to concentrate on the feel of his hands running along by back, untying the ribbons holding my dress to me. His breath, hot on my neck, coming in quick gasps as I daringly pushed off the wall into him, sliding my leg between his, grinding my pelvis against him.

I looked up at his face, watching as he stared at a spot on the wall over my shoulder a moment with clouded eyes that turned dark and intense as soon as he looked down and saw me watching him. My back hit the wall again, and I cried out, but pulled him to me, running my hands down his back, under his shirt, taking the fabric away from his body. The shirt fell away somewhere in the room as I planted a kiss on his shoulder, than bit down as his knee found its way up again.

"Van..." His name slipped so easily from my mouth. Naturally. I wanted him. Completely.

His mouth moved down my neck to my collar. Bit lightly at the flesh there before gently sucking. Kissing. Moving back up to my ear while I tilted to give him better access.

I wasn't close enough.

Time was running out.

"Hurry. Van..." Another gasp as he lifted me completely, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He looked down at me, that intense look I used to see when we were younger. Only different now. So different.

He bent his head down to kiss at my chest. I buried my hands in his hair.

"Please. Van."

His breath hitched in his throat as he moved back up to my face, kissing me gently but rather hurriedly on the forehead as if it were an action he didn't mean to make, and he pulled back from the wall, taking me with him.

His hands were warm on my bare thighs. His body was warm against me.

My sleeping mat was covered in dress fabrics and costumes. Brushes and hair decorations, but I didn't care to sweep them off as Van kneeled to the floor. My back crashed into the softness of the feather mattress. I could feel the floor below that.

He hovered over me, a shadow in the darkness of the room. His hair looked even more wild than usual, and I happily, momentarily took in his physic. Oh how he'd changed since I saw him last.

On hands and knees he crawled over me, wrapping an arm behind my back so I had to arch up against his body. Warmth absolutely radiated from him, and I gasped from the intensity of it all.

He hadn't said a word since I started kissing him, and I knew all the while he was thinking about what the consequences would be. Asha would find out I wasn't there tonight. Obviously. I was his star in the show.

I didn't care about that now, but I could tell from the searching looks that kept showing through his own lust that he was wondering if I was thinking about it.

I moved my hands down towards his belt, noticing with amusement he still had his sword attached. He must have realized it than too, because he suddenly reached down, placing his hands over mine and unlatched the sword, setting it almost haphazardly beside the bed where all my hair ornaments sat.

He let me undo his belt and pants myself. He went back to attacking my shoulders and breasts.

"Hitomi, the performance-"

"I don't care." I said it with such forcefulness that he shut his mouth, and I pulled him to me again to open it with my own.

It was strange. To be with him like this. I never pictured it happening like this, but here we were.

When he pushed himself inside me, he paused for a minute, and breathing hard, I looked up at him. His eyes bore into mine for just a moment before he lowered his head to my shoulder, kissing my neck before putting his weight more onto his arms.

He knew this wasn't my first... he wasn't my first. Yet he kissed me gently on the forehead once more, and on the lips while he began to move over me, inside me. My breath came in great gasps with nearly every thrust, and I held onto him like he was my anchor. My last chance at anything good in life.

I knew he was.

When it ended, I felt warm all over, and lay panting there amongst my costumes and fabrics, staring up at him through the darkness. I couldn't see his face.

We were both perfectly still for what seemed like hours which was really a mere few seconds.

He sat up on his knees, and spoke for only the second time since this started. "I need you safe with me."

"Soon."

Though I knew we'd have to go through a lot more before that could happen.

He was quiet a moment, and I hear rustling so I sat up. He was putting on his pants. Snatching up his sword.

"You have to leave... soon, Van. I don't want him to catch you."

Him. Asha.

He stood, slowly and moved over to get his shirt from where it landed near the doorway. I noticed his shirt to be of this countries design.

After slipping it on, he stood there for another long moment, and I was anxiously waiting for something to happen. I kept picturing Asha marching in. Van's blood everywhere-

"Please-"

"Who's daughter is she?"

Celes. He meant Celes.

I tell him the truth.

"I don't know..."

He's quiet. "Asha's bastard daughter..."

I nod. "Yes."

"And her name."

I take a deep breath. "She had no name when I remember holding her. I called her Celes."

Vague memories. She knew nothing.

"Where did you hear it?"

"From a dream."

A good enough answer for him, because he quickly attaches his sword back to his belt and slides the door open. "How do you plan on getting away?"

I smile, knowing he must be planning some heroic moment. I wished I could go with him that moment, but knew it would only cause them problems.

They would never be able to leave the country.

"Don't worry, Van. Please."

"I can't promise you that." But he was moving across the room towards me.

"Don't." He stopped. "You need to leave. Don't come any closer, Van. Or I won't be able to let you go."

He hesitated. Turned and walked out of my room. The room was lighter for a moment from the moonlight. The lights of the city beyond the estate.

The room returned to silence and darkness as the door slid closed behind him.

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(Van's POV)

I came back to the inn in a bit of a depressed mood, but at the same time felt very... alive with everything. There was no better way of explaining it. Every smell seemed somehow sharper, ever touch I made -- to the door knob, my feet against the cobblestone streets -- felt far more important somehow. Exaggerated. I was happy to come back to the room.

"Van." Dryden was sitting at the low table in the middle of the room with the little girl, who's dark hair was resting on the table top as she bent her head low to scribble on something.

The other king smiled at me, and motioned for me to sit next to him, but I didn't. I couldn't. Instead I walked over towards the low couch, realizing as I sunk into it that me and Hitomi lay here together previously.

I breathed slowly through my nose.

"So, what's her plan?"

I shake my head.

"Now that we have Celes here... we can't stay very long, Van."

I know this. It doesn't make me feel any better. "I know, Dryden."

Celes stops doing whatever she's doing and looks over her shoulder at me. I stare back.

She returns to her scribbling.

Dryden sighs and stands. "She doesn't seem to want to sleep... i'll leave her with you." He eyes me. "As you probably don't want to sleep for a while yet either."

I shake my head in answer, and look down at my feet.

He pats me on the shoulder before dissapearing into his room. The door slides shut behind me.

I sit there, and listen to the sound of him readying himself for bed until there is completely silence in the room besides the sound of Celes dragging her pencil across paper.

It goes on for some time, and I feel myself nearly falling asleep. Or something close to sleep. I come to when the cusions beside me indent from Celes little amount of weight, and turn to look at her as she shifts into a comfortable position.

She hands me a peice of paper.

"What's this?" I take it from her, look it over and find nothing completely remarkable except for a bunch of scribbles and hard to pinpoint shapes. I smile at her. "Very good." Because I remember getting such encouragement from my mother and Folken whenever I dres nonsense at a young age.

She, however, doesn't seem convinced. Her eyes bare straight into mine before a tiny hand reached across me and points at her scribbles. "This is where you go when you're sad."

I was amazed at her voice, very well put together despite her age. Mind you, I didn't even know her age.

I look down at the picture in amazement, still expecting not to see anything out of the scribbles, but I soon realize I'm staring at a tree. Or... not just any tree, the one overtop the castle of Fanalia rather childish looking still, but very percise. I turn and stare at her in amazement and touches the paper again. "Don't be sad."

I realized, that maybe her name was given to her for a very important reason. My mother's voice rang back to me suddenly in those moments when I looked into her one dark eyes, her knowing, yet innocent expression.

"She was destined for great things..."

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A/N: I am so evil... still not making it very clear about Celes. -laughs- all will be revealed.

Hope you enjoyed this ;)