Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonfly ❯ Attraction and underwears ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3-Attraction and underwears (AKA where Saphire's nasty mind finally reveals a bit)

Although not really sure if it was a formal meeting or an official one, Kirah chose to

change for her junior uniform and twisted her long hair into a single, thick braid. Looking at herself in the mirror, she stick her tongue out at herself.

"Girl, you look like a pedophile fantasy. Army is definitely full of pervs.

It actually took her a few minutes to gather the courage to leave her dorm. She stayed there silent, watching the closed door as if some kind of mutated T-Rexaur was about to crash throught it. She didn't wanted to go there. Right now, she'd rather jump out of the window and run for her life.

Sick. Everything felt sick.

Finally able to leave the dorm, she headed for the main elevator and punched the security code, necessary to access Headmaster Cid's quarters on the third floor. The doors swooshed open and she walked in.

Much to her surprise, Instructor Zell waited for her in the hallway right outside the elevator. She stood still and gave him the salute.

"At ease, Miss Sabin. The Headmaster is waiting for you, follow me."

She stilled. His face was so serious, and his eyes...where was the carefree and affectionnate instructor who often greeted her with a hug for a rare perfectly made fighting move? Now he was unnaturally rigid, his pretty tattooed face closed and serious. Waiting for her to walk in front of him, and as she did so, she noticed he kept a one-meter distance between his feet and hers. Like he was....

Scared.

He knows.

An icy shard of fear and anger travelled from the back of her head through her spine. Cid betrayed her. Mom sent her to him to be safe and Cid promised to keep the secret. Tears gathered in her eyes, she cursed them away. She wanted to beat the crap out of that Hyne-damned Cid with her bare hands! Upon entering the room, she was coldly furious. Taken over by the huge injustice she thoughts she was the victim, she went directly to the old man, looked straight into his eyes and hissed, voice as sharp as her daggers' edges

"Cid, be warned that if nobody stops me, I swear I'm going to cut you in tiny little pieces that I will drown in the Garden fountain and throw in the Fire Cavern!"

His wrinkled face flushed bright white.

"Kirah, I..."

"YOU WHAT, SILLY? You betrayed the only promise you made to my mother? She'd been doing all that for nothing? Why don't you plaster the Garden with posters announcing the Sorceress is here? Wouldn't it be nice? YOU FUCKIN' PROMISED!!!

She had her fist clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood and pain.

"Dragonfly...calm down my dear. You wouldn't spill any other blood than yours and you know it."

She stilled. Her nickname. Only mom and..."

"EDEA!"

It's been nearly two years since she last saw the woman she considered as a second mother, her savior, and the only one able to understand her. Edea broke her heart when she sent her away from the orphanage to the Garden. Cid wasn't a bad man, but she hardly had anything in common with him.

She ran to the ex-sorceress and almost laughed with happiness as she fell into her comforting arms. Edea affectionnally stroked the girl's head and shoulders.

"We really had no choice, Kirah, really. The people here are highly trustable. I raised them. They comfronted Ultimecia, three years ago. I know how much you like your anonymity, but we need you for a very important affair."

She reluctanly separated herself from the older woman.

"An affair?"

"Yes. We need to know exactly how much of her power your mother transferred to you when she...passed away."

"Well...Everything."

"You sure?"

"Oohhh yes! She was a powerful sorceress and now I am."

"And are you...familiar with your abilities?"

"I haven't had much time nor occasion to practice, mind you. But I think those things are kinda instinctives."

"Good. Sorry my dear but we really are in a hurry here. Let's go see Dr. Kadowaki, shall we?"

**~<>~**

The room was plounged in golden half-light. The whole place smelled like illness and all the nasty meds Dr. Kadowaki was allowed to shot into her patients. In the small bed, Seifer's large form seemed almost ridiculous. His breath was painful but regular.

"Still sleepin'?"

"Yes, Zell. He was quite agitated when he woke up, and he still couldn't talk. So I thought that putting him back to sleep was the best thing to do.

"Yeah, guess so..."

Kirah looked at the man and noticed he was in fact tied to the tiny bed by thick leather-like straps. His exposed fists showed signs of struggling. VERY violent struggling, her medical mind analized from the raw state of the skin. A slight groan, uttered in a deep voice, brought her attention to her new patient's face.

A slight frown between his eyes enhanced his virile features. A couple-of-days blond beard decorated his chin and cheeks. Intense pain radiated from his whole body and spirit. Pain, sadness, but also a strong will to survive, to get out of here. A natural fighter, ready to hang on.

Good.

Dr. Kadowaki talked about the marks on his body. She lifted the white sheets and exposed his naked chest and arms. Crisscrossed with bright red lines. She explained some of the scratches had been reopened many times with dirty long nails, and not disinfected, almost leading to blood poisoning. Kirah wasn't attentive at all. In fact, the large, blonde-haired chest was taking the best part of her brain and consciousness. To her own shame, she found the scratches incredibly sexy on him. Such a powerful man...naturally made to hold and to protect, and now lying helpless in the face of the world.

"Can you examine him?" Squall's irrited voice asked her.

She drifted off her daydreaming. She gave the commander a slight smile. "Yeah, of course."

How long has it been since the last time? Hyne, four years? She felt rusty. Rusty and unsure. She kneeled on the floor beside the bed and cradled Seifer's chin in her hand. The blonde head rolled in her direction, and she brought both her hands on the temples. Eyes squeezed shut, she concentrated hard, hoping she would still be able to use her transferring powers, that they hadn't been sucked away from her like so many things lately.

It worked. Kirah's body shivered and trembled as her mind was forced out of herself and quickly injected in the blonde. That operation, called Investigation in healers' language, was dangerous: without proper concentration, the spirit could slid out of its owner's grasp and, following the natural path settled by fate and nature, simply join the Lifestream, leaving the healer dead.

But Kirah was a professionnal, trained by one of the best healers in Gaia, her mother. The spirit went directly in. The familiar human heat surrounded her like a baby in a womb. The steady beating of his heart, the distant waving sound of his breathing...life in all it's glory, music and colors. All blurry and mixed by the powerful medication administrated to calm him.

"I'm working in a mud pit here" she whispered after a couple of minutes. How much sedatives have you shot in him?"

"A lot" Dr. Kadowaki whispered from the other side of the bed.

"They sure are effective...it's a luck he can still remember to breathe...his brain veins and arterias are so squeezed...his mind is just chocking...I think I can ease the pain, and give him a real rest, but I won't be able to work properly on him as long as there'll be sedatives left inside him. They're messing up with my internal vision. If you don't mind, Dr. Kadowaki?"

"Go ahead."

Concentrating, she unleashed her mind and let it explore Seifer's brain structures. Thousands of tiny hands seized the clasped muscles, massaging them carefully not to break anything in the fragile center of the man's life and sanity. Somehow, somewhere, she thought she heard a gravelly voice breathing a sigh of relief. It made her smile. You're going to be alright, murmured her voice inside him. Hear me, Seifer. You're not alone. Stop worrying and feel my peace...

She thought she hear a soft rumbling sound. Encouraged, she massaged for another ten minutes, until the rumbling turned into a tsunami, loud and powerful. The unlashed blood flow ran through him with gleeful sound. She could sense each blood cell raging through the tiny tunnels. Seifer's breathing was now serene. His face passed from glowing white to soft pink. The frown had melted into a tender half-smile.

Half a hour had passed since the beginning of the Investigation. Kirah was exhausted but he now slept like a baby. Not even the faintest wrinkle left on his pacified face.

"He's gonna sleep for a while..." She murmured, massaging her sore neck.

Edea kneeled beside the sorceress and hugged her tight.

"Thanks, Dragonfly."

"Let's put him back in his room. He'll need a familiar place when he'll wake up."

**~<>~**

Luckily enough, Squall had assigned a team of junior classmen in need of punishment to the cleaning of Seifer's room, and they did a wonderful job. After they'd transferred Seifer from the stretcher to the now lavender-scented bedsheets, the Commander turned to Zell.

"What time is it?"

"Just past six p.m."

"Mmmhm....Miss Sabin?"

The girl turned her attention from sleeping Seifer to him. "Yes?"

"We'll have a camp bed and food delivered to you within an hour."

"WHAT?!?"

"You sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we'll see if his body is cleared enough from seds for you to work. But until then you are ORDERED to stay here and keep an eye on him. Both if you can. Questions?"

Squall's tone and eyes were strongly asking her not to question anything.

She opened her mouth, ready to tell Squall about the places where he could shove his orders.

But her duty. Her duty was to take care of the sick, the suffering, the wounded. Hadn't she promised this somewhere in her life?

"Okay" She whispered, and bowed her head in submission. "Better add extra sheets to the camp bed!"

**~<>~**

The camp bed was hard as a piece of wood and the sheets as smooth as sandpaper. Plus, they smelled like they had been stored in a humid basement for months. Oh, and she had found a dead frog in it the first time she laid in them. The poor thing probably died from starvation. She had not even been permitted to go back to her dorm to pick up some books and clothes. She was now stuck in the room, insomniac and deeply bored

Oh Joy

She shifted in the bed and yelped. After more than a hour passed in it, her butt, thights and hips were sore. Out of better things to do, she got out of the nasty bed and wandered around the room. SeeDs' rooms were much bigger than juniors' and, oh great miracle, they didn't have to share their rooms. They even had the ultimate treasure, a bathroom. Maybe Garden Faculty thoughts putting two juniors in the same room with no bathroom would keep them from any kind of sexual acts. Well if it was their first intention, they had failed miserably! Juniors cadets were trained to fool the Faculty's hawk eyes from the very day they were accepted in Garden. The Secret Area was only a lure hiding a real spiderweb of contacts and hidden places.

Near the door, a huge gunblade poster, teared in the middle. All around the place, it was gunblades and cars and of course the naked lady just above the bed.

Garden rules can't forbid jerking off, baby!

Some books she'd read a thousand time, weapon magazines and add more gunblades and cars!

Do you really worth the time and efforts I'm putting on you, dear?

Well, she already knew the answer to this one.

Crossing the short distance from her bed to his, the girl knelt in front of him. His smooth skin slightly glistened with sweat, but he felt all good and peaceful. She lightly caressed his scarred forehead, bringing a finger to explore the swollen white lines of the old wound. She sensed his peace. It oozed from him. He was still swimming in a light mist of drugs. In a couple of hours, he'd be free and fresh as a baby. Until then...

he was all hers.

She just couldn't resist the urge to uncover him. She wanted to see this magnificent chest again and sighed as it revealed to her again, only her this time. Hers. She ran a hand on the well-defined muscles of his shoulders and belly. Hyne he was sexy. She could imagine the deep voice growling through the muscly throat. The large hands encircling her, crushing her against him, in the protective, passionnate heat, against a growing erection...

While her wet daydream took over her senses, she had laid her head on the man's shoulder and her hand, following her thoughts, headed down the navel to the patch of dark blonde curls and the flaccid cock laying there. Perfectly knowing how wrong she was, but still unable to get away from the forbidden fruit, the small hand gently stroked the smooth flesh of his manhood. and was surprised to feel it slowly hardening with her touch, while the rest of the man's body stayed perfectly still.

How lovely is that...

She pressed her lips against Seifer's throat. A strong scent, musky and virile, lingered around the languid flesh. Intoxicating, arousing smell she had to forget for a long time. Since Edea's orphanage and Vincent. Kissing her way up to his chin and to his slightly parted lips. She traced them with with her tongue then kissed him, sucked lightly at him. He tasted sweet. A clean, fruity taste of health and well-being.

What are you doing Kirah? He's unconscious!

Almost her mother's voice, edgy and sharp, cutting through her roaring passion. Her entire being rebelled against the inner order, but it was useless. The wave of guilt left her cold and frustrated, while her hand automatically slid away from Seifer's awoken flesh.

Will have to wait I guess...

With a deep sigh, she hurried to pull the sheets back on him and hide the lustful sight away from her. Nothing left but going back to her piece of rock of a bed. She still had several sleepless hours in front of her, and when she finally fell into Morpheus's arms, curled up and content, she dreamt of muscly chests and powerful arms, and throaty moans filled with unnamed passion...

**~<>~**

Where am I?

Sunlight. Warmth.

Balamb Garden. In my room?

Warmth. Comfort.

Have I been unconscious? Am I dreaming?

If it's a dream...I don't want it to end...feels so good...

He raised a hand to touch his forehead. No fever. His skin felt dry and smooth.

Upon descending to his lips, he touched the tickling beard.

For How long have I been here?

He stretched. No pain. He felt exactly like a new man. Was it all over? How?

When?

I am not dead. And this isn't a dream.

Last thing he could remember, he was in the bathtub. He felt so horrible, the

worst feeling he had ever felt. Like he often did before, he'd used his

fingernails to dig deep into his own skin. Hoping it would move the pain

elsewhere, and failing. Then he had....turned the cold water full blast and...

Have I tried to kill myself?

That couldn't be. Suicide was not and has never been in his ideas. Even in the

darkest days that followed the Ultimecia adventure, when he came back to Garden

like a criminal, hated and unforgiven, he had always knew his own value.

People's nasty looks of fear and contempt wouldn't even bother him. Attempt to

inflict physical pain to him turned at his advantage most of the time, as most

cadets ignored how truly powerful he could be when majorly pissed off.

It wasn't me...I can't believe I did that...no it wasn't me.

A touch of sunlight travelled through the curtains and he felt the comforting

heat on his naked chest. He reached for the thin lines he knew where scattered

all over his body. So many of them. He couldn't even remember inflicting most of

them to himself. The biggest one, about 2 inches in width, drove from his neck

to his tight in and almost perfectly straight line. It has a nasty deep violet

color, and the skin around it was dry and craquelled, but it seemed reasonnably

clean, and didn't hurt.

Following the wound past his navel, the wandering hand brushed his fully

engorged morning erection and his whole body shivered shuddered from the mere

tickle. THAT felt very, very good. For how long have he forgotten about sex too?

He couldn't even remember the last time he'd masturbated, or had sex. He used to

be quite the player before, both with himself and others...

But right now, just the thought of jerking himself off gave his starved skin a

twitch. Seifer smiled, eyes closed to concentrate on the feelings within his

body, the warmth of the sun, the pleasure, the need...

Well, while I'm conscious...better give the little man what he wants...

He gleefully grasped his cock and gently stroked it. Tiny sparks of pleasure

instantly raced through his body, spreading like fire. His whole body came back

to life at once. He closed his eyes and a deep moan escaped his throat while he

enjoyed his touch and pomped harder. He felt so oversensitive, and knew he

wouldn't last long. Like a curse, he felt the familiar rush through his nerves

while he quickened the pace. And came like a thundaga attack, his body buckling

violently, growling low while the hot seed spilled over his hand and belly. His

mind had kept blank the whole process.

Seifer's body relaxed in the satisfated post-sex bliss. A slight smile still

floated on his lips. Was he back in time to the "normal days"? Or was it all

over for once? That couldn't be. He had been so sick for weeks, he had flashback

of his darkened room, curtains closed because light hurt his eyes, and the blood

splashed over the walls and floor when he would rip his own skin in anger and

pain. And the agressive stench he had grown accustomed to...gone, replaced by

the soothing scent of lavender and fresh air.

He had to get up, take a shower, clean the place and then he'd go see Dr.

Kadowaki and ask for some more tests. He would tell everything she would want to

know about what happened. He'd get out of it and never fall back. And he would

eat! He was so hungry, he felt like he hadn't touched a single plate for days,

and ignored it was actually the truth.

Sighing happily, Seifer stretched again, inhaled deeply and opened his eyes.

And realized he had an admirer.

**~<>~**

She had been woken up of her wet-dreamland by the sound of a male voice making

annoying, wet sounds and whispers. She thoughts he was having one of those

twisted nightmares caused by fever and medications, and instinctively moved to

push the dead-frog-scented covers off her body and slide down the camp bed. But

when she turned her face in her patient's direction, she quickly and silently

pushed herself back under the sheets as she was confronted with the purest, most

erotic image she had ever imagined. The man had thrown the bedsheets to the

ground and revealed his powerful yet sinuous body lost in the depths of

pleasure. One long left leg slightly bent and the other carelessly hanging down

the bed, hiding absolutely nothing. He had one hand bent under his head, the

other down stroking his crimson erection with long, violent pumping motions.

He was aboslute sex and exctasy, raw sounds and sweat pouring from his body. Her

own responded to his throught the short distance, she could feel the wetness

growing between her thights. She wanted so hard to join him in the pleasure, to

dive her fingers in herself and pretend it was this glorious manhood. But she

feared the slightliest move could break the spell and kill the moment. She had

been starving from men for so long. So she layed still, and devoured the sight of him.

He cried loudly some more uncoherences, and splurted on himself. And then, the

moment was spent, he opened his cloudy eyes and learned he had made a show of

himself.

His reaction was as violent as his pleasure.

He jumped from his bed, face twisted in anger and then, realising he was naked,

took the time to wrap a sheet around him. Kirah's whole body tingled in fear. He

was much taller than she initially thought he would be, and emitted a strong

aura of violence.

"THE HELL YOU'RE DOING HERE???" He yelled. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!!"

She found her throat completely dry and barely muttered : "Mr. Almasy, I'm.."

"I don't care if you're the fucking Queen of Cards or anybody else, just GET THE

HELL OUT!!"

He grabbed her by the only piece of clothing she wore, the oversized T-Shirt

Instructor Zell had lent her for the night, and pushed her roughly toward the

door which opened just briefly enough to throw the small body out. She stayed

stunned in front of the door, half-aware of the situation she was in and the

amused laughs coming from both her sides.

The door opened again and this time, Seifer didn't even bothered talking while

he threw out the camp bed with the sheets on. The loud noises of the steel

armature crashing on the floor finished to draw the entire hallway's attention

on her. The door closed again.

Surprise and shame moved to anger. Blood rushed to her head so quickly she

almost fell over, but instead, she threw herself against the door Seifer had

just shut and banged her small fists against the cold metal.

"Seifer! I was here because I was ordered to for Hyne's sake! Give me my clothes

back!"

A few seconds of silence and then the door opened on Seifer's shiny emeralds and

a smirk. He handed her her white panties and bra, holding them high above her

head so everybody in the hallway could see them.

"Sorry, Honey, the monsters seems to have eaten the rest for breakfast."

Laughs bursted louder as he closed the door for the final time. She heard the

sound of the lock through the mist her humiliation had shoved inside her brain.

**~<>~**

SEIFER'S BACK MUWAHAAHAH!!!!