Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Storm Front ❯ Entr'acte ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7: Entr'acte

Laguna.

We are together, alone. The light is dim. He lifts my chin and kisses me. I don't know how we got where we are, and it doesn't matter - we're alone and I want him.

His lips tickle my ear and I feel his tongue trace my earlobe. It feels wonderful. I look down and notice for the first time that we're both naked. I reach out and touch him, the way I've wanted to do for so long, moving my hands over his smooth chest and down his back.

Silence, no word spoken. He knows what I want and soon he pushes me down onto a bed. His hands are all over me, exploring my body, and I respond eagerly to his caresses. His mouth is sweet and I pull him down to me, running my tongue over the soft flesh of his lips and he opens his mouth to kiss me deeply. Hunger. I tangle my hands in his hair.

Laguna.

I press myself into the heat of his strong body, moving against him without shame, and he groans. He touches my breasts, kneading them gently, and then catches one nipple in his teeth. Pleasure gathers in my groin as his tongue probes the nipple and makes wet circles on my breast.

Please.

I want to touch him too. I slide my hand down his body and grasp his length, and he closes his eyes. I love his eyes. I want to see what they look like at the moment of climax, smoky and fevered. His member is blood-warm and silk-smooth under my fingers, and I trace every inch of it with delighted fingertips, loving the way he shivers when I do it.

Need. I need him, soon. The ache in my groin is growing and I want him to relieve it. He's on his back now and I straddle him, preparing to take him into me. He's flushed and shaking and I bend to taste his mouth again.

Laguna.

He slides easily into me, and I rock my hips against him. Hyne, he is a beautiful man, and the blush of arousal only enhances it. He's completely under my control and he knows it. I move with excruciating slowness and he pants, mouth slightly open. Desire and heat between us, and nothing else. I lean forward and pin his wrists to the bed, my hair falling around us. He struggles slightly against my hands but it is a token movement. I start to move faster.

Please, Raine.

He is breathing heavily now, moaning a little with every movement of my hips. Weightless heat is spreading up from my groin. I'm so close now to climax that it would only take a small effort to achieve it, but I want him to go first. Despite my hands restraining his wrists, he's moving under me, thrusting into me as best he can.

Hyne.

Every stroke is bliss. Tiny tremors shiver through my belly and I feel the muscles that surround him tense in light spasms. I concentrate hard, not wanting it to end until I've seen him finish, until I've seen him throw his head back in ecstasy and give over to me. He is close, very close - he is moaning steadily and I see the beginnings of the blood flush in his face and chest. It is pure torture for me to hold back.

Laguna…

I whisper his name as he cries out, his body arched in one shattering spasm. His warmth floods me and I shudder to see him throw his head back and forth in abandon. His eyes are just as beautiful as I thought, emerald fire through long black lashes. The sight of him and the motion of him in me is all I need and oh Hyne it is it is delicious heat between my legs it is fluttering shocks of pleasure and I can barely feel anything any more but the clenching of muscles around him and the rolling pulses of heat and it climbs up and up…

…into consciousness.

The remnants of my dream were scattering quickly, like fog under a hot sun. I sat up in bed, hugging the blankets to my chest, face burning with the embarrassment of the shivers still emanating from my groin and the base knowledge that it had been a dream about Laguna that caused them. "I don't even like him," I said to the empty air, knowing it to be a half-truth at best. Whatever my head said, my body didn't agree.

I angrily grabbed a tissue from the box beside the bed and scrubbed away the betraying slickness that was the inevitable response to a dream like that. The box toppled to the floor, landing with a hollow thump. I threw the tissue onto the nightstand, its outline barely visible in the dark, and burrowed back into the sheets. A singsong little voice was circling inside my head, cheerfully reminding me of all the things I didn't want to think about where Laguna was concerned.

You're in love with him! Yes, you are!

Shut up. It's a phase. I'll get over it.

Been a long phase now, hasn't it Raine? You think about him a lot, don't you? Especially when that song comes on the radio and you can close your eyes and imagine…

He's going to leave me any time. Laguna can't stand being penned up here in Winhill.

He could have left already. You think he hunts monsters here for his health?

Laguna is a pest. He's always bothering me. And all this nonsense about "Commander Raine" and the patrols and such…

He just wants you to pay attention to him, and you know it. So you brush him off, and Laguna tries harder, and then you can justify paying attention to him to yourself by scolding him. And you know how much you'd like to pay real attention to him, to brush that silky black hair back from his forehead and tilt his face down to yours and…

Stop it. It's a hormonal teenaged thing. I can control it. He doesn't have to know. I don't want him to know.

Yes, you do. But to tell Laguna anything would mean a crack in that exterior, wouldn't it? You'd have to drop the façade, and that's just too much for you, to tell him that you care.

How can I want someone like him? Laguna's nothing like the man I envisioned for myself. He's unrefined and noisy and talks too much and…

…he's completely sweet and gentle and obviously devoted to Ellone… and to you. You just don't want to think about that. What more do you want than someone who loves you?

Laguna doesn't love me.

You don't know that.

Yes, I do. All he can talk about when I get him going is the way he'd like to travel the world and write about it.

So why isn't he doing it?

Misguided gratitude.

You're just afraid of the truth. You don't know what scares you more - to find out if Laguna doesn't love you, or to find out that he does.

"Shut up," I mumbled aloud, into my pillow. "Please, just shut up and leave me alone." Light was beginning to steal into my room by the time my thoughts stopped circling, and I fell into an uneasy sleep that was blessedly devoid of dreams about my erstwhile soldier.