Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Time ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.10.2007 | Updated On: 01.26.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 357 | Status: Work In Progress

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Lost Time

Chapter 4

Twisting the knob slowly in his right hand, Balthier gently shut the door to his room as silently as possible, afraid any disturbance would break the spell of this unexpected evening. Though he would never admit it to anyone, a part of him was deeply nervous. Not uneasy about the actual deed, but more concerned with the lack of ambiance in his room.

Typically the sky pirate would be more than well-equipped for such evenings. During his younger days, the name Ffamran Bunansa would not only be the name of Dr. Cid's prodigal son, but was also known as the great Archadian seducer of women. He was almost legendary for his use of his silver tongue, which he not only deployed in captivating a woman's heart through flowery sonnets, but also in leaving her body in shudders of gratification. Women were seen sighing to themselves as they watched his fingers gracefully play the black and white keys of great classical pieces, gossiping to one another later how those same fingers stroked their bodies with equal expertise. By the time he left Archades in his Strahl, the name Ffamran had practically become synonymous with the word pleasure.

Though he wasn't as much of a playboy in his later years after he met Fran, he still followed some fundamental principles in the art of seduction. First off, he kept his quarters neat and orderly just in case he had a late night visitor. Secondly, he made sure to always have the basic necessities needed for creating a romantic mood: candles, roses, sweets and wine. And thirdly, well planned out lines personalized specifically for his lover for the evening, since it was practically impolite to reuse the same line twice.

But that night, he had none of those things prepared. Because of his haste earlier in the day, his room was left cluttered with clothes strewn about and his bed unmade. No candles were ready to be strategically placed to provide the perfect lighting. He no longer bought wine to be sipped, nor any chocolates to be fed since he hasn't been wooing any new lovers lately. In fact, even his silver tongue was failing him now as he turned to meet the curious gray eyes of his companion.

“So, here we are,” Balthier gestured to his room, at a loss of what to say. Still clutching her hand from earlier in the street, he tightened his grip slightly, anxious of what to do next.

“Yes, here we are. You're lucky you got such a lovely room,” Penelo replied glancing about the quarters, not admiring the inn's décor, but rather taking in the familiar objects that signified everything that was Balthier. The scrolls of maps, pouches of gunpowder, even small pieces of his colorful jewelry were glinting in the moonlight, making the young woman smile happily to be simply in their presence.

“My apologies for the clutter,” he muttered as he looked away, shaking his head in disappointment. “This is not how it's supposed to be, not at all.” Stepping away to clear his embarrassing mess, he felt Penelo pull him gently back.

“No, leave it,” she drew him close to her. He turned to face her, looking at her with a shy, insecure boyish look. “It's all perfect,” she drew her hand up, cupping his face in her palm, “because it's really you.”

Feeling his heart ease, he raised the young woman's hand to his lips. “And you, my dear, are a dream come true,” he quietly uttered as he placed chaste kisses on each slim finger. Their eyes remained locked on one another as he watched as her gray eyes seemed captivated by the gesture; while she stared in wonderment as one of her girlish fantasies was finally coming true right before her.

He stepped closer to the blonde after presenting her last finger with a kiss and wrapped his arm around her waist. They continued to hold each others' gaze for what felt like a lifetime, indifferent now to everything else around them. He should have known better than to think petty things like candles and roses mattered to this woman in his arms.

He leaned his head forward, gently pressing his lips against hers. The sky pirate felt her softly responding back as he was allowed to kiss her deeper, tasting the Madhu from earlier in the evening. Now he felt himself growing intoxicated with her familiar scent; a fragrance he noticed during their journey two years ago that seemed to be an exotic mix of vanilla, warm wood and red lily. At the time, it reminded him of something whimsical and light, but now he wasn't sure if he could smell that scent without being aroused again.

Penelo let out a deep contented sigh as she felt Balthier slide his hands tantalizingly slow up and down her bare midsection, coming to a rest on her hips. She brought her body closer to his, relishing in how natural his touch felt against her skin; so perfect that it felt like his hands were predestined to hold her long ago. She clutched onto the front of his vest, feeling around blindly for the zipper in the front.

“Wait, Penny, wait,” Balthier briefly pulled away, halting her hand that was on his zipper.

Normally she hated that nickname. As the only girl with family and friends of all males, she was used to being called that pet name when she was too little or too weak to do something on her own. But coming from Balthier's lips, the nickname sounded strangely sweet and endearing, and even almost like something precious.

The sky pirate leaned his forehead against hers again. “Are you positive you want to do this?” He closed his eyes, unsure if he could handle hearing a no. But he was a gentleman and just had to make sure. “Because it would be difficult to stop once we have started.”

“Yes, I do,” she nodded assuredly against him. “I've been wanting this for such a long time.” If she wasn't already flushed from their heated embrace, she knew her face would have blushed in embarrassment at the admittance of her old crush.

“Well then,” Balthier murmured as he dipped his head down again, brushing his lips against her collarbone. “We have all night to make up for that lost time now, don't we?” she felt his lips curl mischievously against her skin as he continued to lavish every contour of her neck with kisses.

She felt her eyes roll back in pleasure, her body alight with desire. She feverishly grasped around again and successfully dragged down the zipper of his green vest. Penelo felt him pull away slightly, allowing her enough space to remove the vest off of his shoulders, dropping it to the floor.

“Why must you wear so many layers?” the woman pouted in frustration at the white shirt still covering Balthier's physique.

“You know what they say about the leading man, don't you?” he paused as he felt her tug the ends of his shirt out from his trousers suddenly. “He always gets the girl. And trust me, wearing a nice shirt does help a bit.” She scoffed a little, untying the thin ribbon at his neck, loosening the collar slightly.

“Ahh, I see! Is that why you always cared about your precious cuffs?” Penelo leaned in close, placing a deep kiss on his lips as her hands deftly pulled the shirt further open. Her hands softly caressed the well-toned muscles underneath, tracing light patterns on his chest as her fingers fluttered by.

“Actually, Penny, my cuffs aren't the issue at hand her. Rather,” he cocked an eyebrow at her, “it is your lovely bustier that you are still wearing.” Balthier grasped around her back, trying to find the closure for the piece. But he found his fingers fumbling a bit, both from the lust he felt stirring in him from the blonde's touches and from pure excitement that he hadn't felt since he was a young teen.

“Here, let me do it for you.” Her voice soft and serious once again, as she took two graceful steps back like only a dancer could do. She held his gaze as her fingers nimbly first undid the ribbons on her blonde braids before she untied the bow at the back of her silver top. With her top loose enough, she lifted it over her head, shaking her blonde strands fully from their plaits. Never breaking their eye contact, Penelo gathered her courage as she took in a deep breath and decided to undo the zipper on the back of her skirt, allowing it and her undergarment to pool to the floor. Silence filled the room as she exposed her beautiful, lithe body fully for the first time, with only the moonlight and the man in front of her as witnesses.

What a find Penelo truly was, Balthier mused to himself as he gazed upon the vision before him. Illuminated purely by the white glow of the moon behind her, the young girl he had always known transformed into an angel of beauty. Her golden blonde hair reached down almost to her hips in a sheet of wavy silk, while her skin seemed to have a pure ethereal light to it. However, he couldn't see her eyes since she kept them shyly away from meeting his now.

“Penny dear, look at me,” hesitantly her eyes met his, afraid of seeing a flash of disappointment in them. She knew her body was long and lean from a lifetime of dancing, but knew it wasn't as curvy as she would like it to be. Yet, those eyes she gazed into looked far from being disappointed. Instead they reflected the same smoldering passion as she felt in herself. “You are absolutely bewitching,” she heard him whisper breathlessly as he hastily stepped forward and crashed his lips onto hers.

Drawing her naked body close to his, he placed one hand on her hip, while entwining the other in her silky locks at the base of her neck. Their senses began to overwhelm them as their hands struggled to pull each other closer. His distinct musky scent seemed to be like an aphrodisiac to her as she strived again to remove his white shirt, while he felt himself go senseless at the feel of her bare bosom pressed up against him.

Lips still locked in a deep embrace, Balthier began to gently push her back onto the bed next to them, falling down with her into the pillowy mattress. Standing up briefly, the man finally lifted his white shirt over his head, throwing it haphazardly across the room. With his eyes never flickering away from hers, Balthier pulled open the closure to his last piece of clothing, peeling his trousers wordlessly away from his heated skin. Smirking in satisfaction as he noticed a light flush crept across Penelo's skin as her gaze appraised his physique, he waited until finally her eyes trailed back up to his and gave her a roguish look. “It's only fair that I disrobe completely as well, after all,” he teased as he sunk his body back into the sheets.

Dipping his lips once more, Balthier began to trace her jawline and the delicate slope of her neck with his embraces. He felt her arch below him, urging him to trail further kisses down her pale skin. He kissed every inch of her he could: in the valley of breasts, on her stomach, on the soft sides of her thighs; everywhere that would elicit moans of delight from his companion's lips. He softly grazed his fingers along the pathways of her curves, gently exploring her untouched figure. His hands ran down her arms, clasping her hands in his, leaving both of their breathes ragged. Wiping away a matted strand of blonde hair from her forehead, he received a small smile as she looked reassuringly into his eyes. Embracing her close to him, he gently joined their bodies in one swift movement. She arched again into him, seemingly molding her soft body into his, his name escaping from her pink lips.

In all of his many past love affairs, he had never felt such perfection as this. He never knew that the poetry of two souls could ever be expressed so wholly as what he was experiencing now. With each kiss they shared, with every hot breathe that singed his skin, with every gasp of his name from Penelo's lips, Balthier felt an old part of him stir awake. He looked deep into the gray eyes of the young woman below him and saw reflections of his own happiness in them, knowing for certain that this connection was what he has been searching for. Leaning in close to her ear, her name fell softly from his lips like a prayer of hope in the forthcoming future.

Penelo lightly pushed him back onto mattress, straddling the sides of his hips. Her golden hair fell forward against the sweaty skin of his chest as she reclined towards the sky pirate, capturing his lips again in hers. She copied his movements as she began to press light kisses along his nipples and stomach, coming back up to suck on the delicate skin of his neck. She wanted him to feel the same ecstasy he made her feel, the same bliss she felt deep in her heart. Though she always fantasized that her first lover would be him, she never expected it to be so fulfilling. She had always thought her affection for the sky pirate was just a “crush,” but now after experiencing being with him like this, she now confirmed it to be so much more. In all of her life, dancing had been the only thing that had come close to bringing her to this level of release in her soul. It was now that she realized how strongly one's body could be used to express and feel love.

Balthier sat up, keeping their bodies steadily joined, moving in unison to their own beat. Grasping onto Balthier's shoulders, Penelo softly murmured, "I love you" close to his ear, which he answered with a smouldering kiss. She arched her back, her hands resting against his chest, while his hands clung tightly to her hips. Each lost silent count as to how many times both reached new heights of passion. Nothing else existed to those two souls that night, just him with her in his arms.

The next day, Balthier felt himself stir awake as the sun's rosy beams shined upon his face. Normally he found the light intrusive and annoying, but that morning he greeted the sun with great anticipation. A smile formed on his features as he recalled the night before. Though there certainly was no way he would be able to beat the bangaas to the loot in the Henne Mines now, he found a more precious treasure last night. Turning over to once again claim his dear Penny, he found the space empty and cold.