Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Storm Front ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Our tryst nearly came to an unexpected end halfway to my room when Laguna stumbled. One leg had stiffened up, and he was almost dragging it behind him by the time we reached my room. "Damn leg cramps," he muttered, and he kicked the door open and carried me over the threshold into the dark bedroom.

"Are you all right?" I asked, as Laguna let me down. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing!" he replied, waving his hands. "S'ok. It's just a thing I get once in a while. Um, don't worry about it."

"If you say so." I fumbled with a match and touched flame to the wick of an oil lamp on the dresser. Warm light spilled onto the floor and cast flickering shadows over the bed. Butterflies danced in the pit of my stomach, little thrills of excitement and nervousness coursing along my limbs. I flexed my hands, trying to dispel the prickles of anticipation in my palms.

Laguna was still grabbing at his leg when I turned back towards him. "Are you sure you're all right?" I asked again, cocking my head to catch his eye. "You don't look all right."

He looked embarrassed. "No, really… it's a stress thing. It'll stop." Laguna thumped his calf with a fist. "Sheesh," he muttered, under his breath. "What a way to start off… ow…"

"Laguna," I said, softly. "Are you nervous?"

"Who, me?" he said, trying to give me a debonair smile. "I nervous get never! Uh… no… never get nervous… ow!"

I sighed. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

"No… really… I mean it," Laguna said, his voice muffled.

I leaned over and helped him up, then snuggled up to him, running my hands over his back. "It's all right, you know," I said softly, looking up at him. "I was afraid to tell you how I felt about you for a long time. I thought you were going to leave me. Maybe you will, anyway." I hugged Laguna tighter, and I felt him drop a kiss onto the top of my head. "But I love you all the same."

"Are you sure about this?" he murmured into my hair.

"Yes," I said, leaning into his warm chest. "But only if you are, too."

"You'll never really know how much," Laguna replied, quietly. "I love you. An' I'm not just sayin' that to… you know…"

"To get me into bed with you?" I said, dryly, and I could almost feel Laguna blushing. Amusement sparkled in my head for a moment, but I regretted twitting him almost the instant the words were out of my mouth. I wriggled back out of the circle of his arms to look up at him, and Laguna was, indeed, blushing furiously. "It's okay," I said, gently brushing my fingers against his cheek. "I believe you. Completely."

"Oh, good," Laguna said, relieved. "'Cause, you know, I wouldn't want you to think I was that kinda guy, and then it wouldn't be good all around, and…"

I sighed and took his face in my hands. "Stop talking and kiss me, Laguna." Before he could protest, or apologize, or do something else silly, I fitted my mouth against his, and it didn't take long for the kiss to become as ardent as it had been when we were sitting in front of the fire. He twisted his hands in my hair, and I felt the white band that usually held it back fall away onto the floor. My hair fell down around my face, soft and sensuous.

"Wow…" Laguna whispered. "I don't think I've ever seen your hair down like that. It's gorgeous. You should put it down all the time."

"It gets in my way," I responded, but I was smiling. "Do I have to tell you again to stop talking?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it - " was all I gave him time to say before our lips met again. The taste of him was different and new, and I had been waiting for it for so long that it was intoxicating. I closed my eyes and began to run an exploratory hand over Laguna's shirt, pausing to trace his collarbone with my fingertip and flirt with the top button. I heard him sigh into the kiss, and a quick twist of my fingers put the button through the hole, leaving just a little more of his chest exposed. The warmth of Laguna's skin through the thin shirt was maddening, but I forced myself to be still.

The slight encouragement of a parted button was all Laguna needed to raise his hand from a decent position at my waist to drift ever higher. My cheeks warmed and I pressed closer to slip another button free and reach through the loose cloth to caress Laguna's shoulders. His skin was smooth velvet over hard muscle, and I delighted in the feel of it under my fingertips. Laguna's shirt was a tease, the constraints of the still-fastened buttons keeping me from reaching as much as I wanted to. Delicately, I grasped the third button, making the movement a question.

Laguna's answer came in the form of a gentle pressure on my breast and a sudden burst of pleasure as he began to stroke my nipple through my shirt with the ball of his thumb. Suddenly unwilling to wait any further, I trailed my fingers down the line of his chest, unfastening the remaining closures on Laguna's shirt in succession. Another quick motion and then my hands were sliding up over his back, fitting into the depressions of his ribs, tracing his spine. Laguna shuddered and his breathing quickened.

"You're driving me crazy…" he murmured against my lips. I exhaled, long and slow, as Laguna started to kiss his way down my neck. I felt a brush of cool air against my stomach, and then his hand slid under my shirt, callused fingertips moving up my ribcage. My knees went to water and heat flared in my groin as Laguna pushed the soft material of my bra aside, slipping questing fingers around the curve of my breast. The strap of my bra fell down my shoulder, and I laughed softly, despite my growing arousal.

"What's so funny?" Laguna said, pulling his hand away with a faintly offended air.

I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing about you. I just…feel about sixteen, like being in the in the back of the movie theater fooling around, nervous as all hell but very very interested…"

"Yeah, well, that makes two of us," he said, eyes suddenly sparkling with reciprocal laughter.

"But you're not sixteen, and neither am I," I murmured, seductively, running bold hands over Laguna's chest. His skin was so smooth, and milky pale where the sun didn't touch, deepening to the remnants of summer's kiss at his neck and arms. I pushed Laguna's shirt away from his shoulders so it fell to the crook of his arms, and it was all I could do to wait for the moment where I could push him down onto the bed. He looked incredibly sexy there in the lamplight, dark hair tousled from the rain and falling down over one incredible green eye, lips just a little swollen from kissing.

"No, not anymore," Laguna said in reply, shaking the white shirt away from his arms. It fell to the floor with a soft, whispery sound. "Hyne, it's a good thing you didn't know me then, you'd've killed me for sure…"

"I may kill you yet, but not now," I teased, a little breathless with the excitement of the moment.

"I'd die happy, at least," Laguna mused. He bent his head to part my lips with his tongue, and for a long moment, we concentrated only on the play of mouth on mouth. "Raine," he whispered, "This isn't the first time for you, is it?"

I chuckled, low in my throat. "No," I admitted. "But I'd be lying if I said I was very experienced. There aren't too many people here. What about you?"

"Well… no," Laguna said, blushing. "But damn, you'd think it was." His leg twitched in response, and I smiled.

"I think we're safe with one another," I said, stroking his cheek. Laguna closed his eyes and caught my hand, pressing a kiss into my palm. My fingers tingled as he nibbled gently at them, little shocks of electricity racing down my arm.

He took hold of the bottom of my shirt and slowly tugged it up over my head. I wriggled to help him slip it off, and my hair crackled with static as the collar passed over it. Suddenly shy, I flushed under Laguna's appreciative gaze. "You're perfect," he murmured, his featherlight touch roving over my breasts and shoulders. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

I was sure I was turning crimson from the heat in my cheeks. "You sure know how to make a girl blush."

"Wouldn't say anything if it wasn't true," Laguna returned. His fingertips came to rest on the catch of my bra in the front, but he didn't move to undo it. "Can I?" he asked, shyly.

They can probably see my face glowing all the way to Timber, I thought, and nodded. Sixteen indeed - one minute dizzy with desire, the next feeling like a girl with her first boyfriend making out in the hayloft. The band around my ribs tightened, then released with a tiny click from the clasp. Straps slithered down my shoulders, and I heard Laguna's slow intake of breath. Unable to meet his eyes, I stared at the floor.

"You really are perfect," Laguna said, and lifted my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes. "I mean it." He kissed me then, and the flush of embarrassment faded in the wake of the simple pleasure of kissing him. I felt his hand, warm, cupping one exposed breast, and the nipple stiffened under his persuasive touch. I moaned softly, and a heavy ache began to pool in my groin. I became aware that Laguna was leading me back - or maybe we were leading each other, I wasn't sure - to my bed.

Pillows were scattered aside and the bedclothes drawn back, and the surface of my bed was soft and inviting in the dim light of the lamp. Laguna picked me up and laid me on the mattress, and I pulled him down to me, exploring the lines of his chest much as he had done to me. I'd seen him plenty of times without much on, but back then he was wounded and hurting and in trouble, and this time he was whole and hale and beautiful. This time it was Laguna's turn to gasp in pleasure when I found the darker circle of a nipple and teased it to a point.

Laguna lay beside me, the silver earring he always wore shining against his dark hair. I reached out and tugged on it. "When did you get this?" I asked.

"About when I got in the army," he answered, watching me through long black lashes. "I thought it looked good."

"Mmm." I gave Laguna a little push so that he lay on his back and hovered over him. "I like it." I bent down and gently bit the pierced earlobe, the taste of metal sharp on my tongue. A pleased rumble vibrated in his throat, and I ran my tongue along his ear, encouraged.

"That's nice..." Laguna breathed, as I traced my way down to his earring. From there it was easy to drift to the delicate skin on his neck, which tasted of salt and rain. He arched his head back, allowing me to kiss along his throat and jawline, and his hands stroked my back in lazy circles.

My previous shyness had dissolved, and my fingers were busy on his chest and stomach, rubbing stiff nipples and kneading muscle. Laguna was not burly in the traditional sense - he was slender in build - but there wasn't an ounce of spare flesh on him despite the prodigious amounts of food he could put away without blinking, and the shoulders and chest under my questing fingers were rock solid. Feeling bold and a little naughty, I flattened my hand against his abdomen and began to slide it slowly downwards. My fingertips had just dipped below Laguna's waistband when he shuddered and caught my hand.

"Not yet," Laguna said, his voice ragged.

"Why not?" I murmured, acquiescing to his wishes and settling for lavishing kisses on his neck.

"Because I don't want it to be over so quick, and if you do what you were gonna..." Laguna laughed, low in his throat. "It would be."

I pulled myself up and caught his intense green gaze. "So what shall I do?"

A grin split his face. "Nothing." Laguna seized me by the shoulders and neatly twisted me around to lie beneath him.

"Laguna, what are you..." My question was cut off by a hungry kiss, and I closed my eyes and gave in. His head dropped back to the curve of my shoulder, lips sliding along my neck, and he started to stroke my breast again, tracing the areola and pinching at the nipple. I moaned and tilted my head back as his lips traveled the line of my throat, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin. I could feel wetness grow between my legs, and I shifted restlessly against the sheets.

Laguna kissed his way down between my breasts and moved on to more interesting targets. I gasped aloud as he took one nipple into his mouth, dragging his tongue over the sensitive bud at the tip. "Hyne, Laguna..." He responded with a hard pull at the nipple he was teasing, and a sweet shock of pleasure deepened the ache in my groin. I wound my hands in the sheets, wanting to ask Laguna to touch me but unsure of how to do it.

He left off the attention to one breast and switched to the other, coaxing it to stiffness with teeth and tongue. As Laguna nipped at my breast, his hand slowly slid to my waist, tugging at the button at the top of my pants until it came free. My breathing quickened. The small sound of a zipper was loud in the stillness, and the fabric confining my hips relaxed. Laguna slipped the slacks down, and I lifted my hips to allow him to take them over my knees and away.

I was trembling with the awareness of my own nakedness and the electrifying feeling of arousal. He caressed my legs and then over my underwear, fingers pressing against my sex through the thin cotton. I gasped, and my nails scraped against the sheets. Laguna's warm hand returned to my stomach and slid under the elastic of my underwear, catching it and drawing it away as well.

His mouth left my breast and I felt Laguna settle above me, watching. His green eyes devoured me, and I looked up at him, imploring. He dropped his head to kiss me, and his fingers dipped into the valley between my legs to ease them apart. I shivered and closed my eyes, moaning softly.

At the sound of my voice, Laguna moved his hand to cup the mons veneris and lightly brush his fingers over the soft folds beneath. Shivering eddies of pleasure followed in the wake of his touch, and I sighed. He delicately spread the folds open, and I cried out when I felt him reach between them to touch the welling moisture there. Long fingers began to trace the swollen flesh, and I sobbed and arched against him when he brought wetness against the center of my pleasure. Sweet fire licked at the insides of my legs with every tentative, circling touch, and I tossed my head back, my hands fisted tightly.

Laguna brought his fingertips up beneath the hood of skin covering my clitoris and began to stroke gently, and pleasure coiled deep into my abdomen. I was barely conscious of anything but the slow spiral of my body toward release as he worked the tiny, swollen nub of flesh back and forth. Laguna shifted from his position above me to kiss my breastbone, and his lips tickled my stomach as he worked his way lower. Every inch of skin felt overly sensitive and responsive to his attentions, and even the light caress of his breath heated my blood.

The steady rhythm of strong fingers ceased, and I moaned in protest, on fire with need. The persistent fingertips moved to my opening, and he circled the entrance carefully, spreading moisture around. "Laguna, please," I gasped, hungering for his touch. Laguna placed a kiss on my pubic bone, and then gentle fingers began to push into me while a wet and probing tongue took up where his stroking had left off.

Laguna eased two fingers into me, slowly, pressing up against the inside wall in an internal, intimate caress. I felt the muscles that surrounded him flutter and relax, little spasms shivering through my belly. My body seemed to stutter into a new state of arousal as the long fingers slid back and forth, in time with the motion of his tongue on my clitoris.

Caught between the delicious sensation of being entered and the relentless motion of his lips and tongue on that most sensitive spot, I groaned deeply and rocked my hips against him. Laguna responded by quickening the motion of his fingers, and I was lost in the weightless heat spinning up from between my legs. His tongue flicked hard against me, stoking the flame to a fever pitch. I writhed against the sheets - so close, so incredibly close to climax. I sporadically clenched at the bed linens, and my breath came short and shallow as hot blood flooded my face.

Simultaneously, Laguna thrust deeply with his fingers within me and sucked hard at the core of my desire, and I went over the edge into orgasm, shaking violently as a tremendous surge of pleasure drowned out reality. I heard cries from a lost wild thing in the distance and I realized that the cries were my own, forced again and again from my throat with every shock of release.

Still feeling the aftershocks, I lay still on the bed, eyes closed. I felt Laguna pull away and settle himself next to me, his body warm next to mine. Lazy fingertips traced a soothing pattern on my stomach, and I opened my eyes and laughed helplessly. "I don't know what to say but thank you…"

Laguna leaned down to nuzzle my cheek. "You don't have to say anything." Green eyes shone down at me, almost glowing in the half-light. His hands started to move over me again, and I smiled and pulled him down to me, starting a long and languorous kiss. His mouth was dry but I could still taste myself on him. It was strange and oddly arousing at the same time.

Not wanting to leave Laguna untouched after what he'd done to me, I reached out for the top button at his waistline. "Is it all right this time?" I murmured, smiling.

"Please, yes..." he breathed, and I deftly worked the button through the hole and pressed my hand against the front of his pants, rubbing the heel of my hand against his obvious excitement. Laguna drew a sharp breath in through his teeth, cheeks flushing. His zipper came down easily, and I ran my hands over his back and down under the pants he was still wearing, pushing them away. Then Laguna's underwear was gone, scattered on the floor with my own clothes, and we lay naked together for the first time.

The warmth of his bare skin against mine was exciting, strange, and wonderful. My wandering fingers roved over Laguna's chest and stomach, then lower to close over his erection. He groaned deep in his throat at the light touch. "It feels so good to have you touch me," Laguna whispered, and I blushed like a schoolgirl.

I rolled him over on his back, my hair falling around both of us and veiling our faces. Laguna reached up to tangle his fingers in the thick locks, sighing. My turn, I thought, smiling to myself as I leaned back to look at him completely naked. Even in the dim light, the lines of the scars from the night he'd been brought to me stood out, and the sight of them was strangely moving. I bent down to Laguna's muscular body and traced each one with gentle fingertips and then with my mouth, savoring the taste. His skin prickled into goosebumps under the light caress.

"I did each one," I whispered, running fingertips over the pinprick scars where the curved needle had pulled his torn flesh together.

"You saved my life," he murmured. "You put me back together. I owe you everything." Laguna sat up to look at me, oddly serious. "I don't really understand why it took me so long to figure out that I loved you, 'cause when I look back on it... it seems like I always did. Weird, huh?"

I gave him a wry smile. "You had a funny way of showing it sometimes. But it's all right."

"Are you convinced now?" Laguna asked, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. "I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming again," he said softly, "but if I am, I don't want to wake up."

Dreaming again? I colored a little to remember the dreams I'd had myself where we did just what we were doing now, only when I woke up it was the same empty bed I was used to. I pulled him back down onto the sheets and whispered, "Neither do I."

We lay entwined together, hands roaming freely over one another, and fire began to kindle again in my groin. I savored the feel of his strong shoulders; of narrow, angular hips; of firm buttocks. The length of him pushed against my stomach, hard and insistent. I pushed him over onto his back again and traced the downy line of fuzz from his navel to the darker, curling hair below, cupping his scrotum in my hand as he moaned. I ran a tentative finger along the soft, delicate skin of the shaft, feeling him jump and quiver against the light touch.

"Raine…" Laguna groaned, raising his hips to meet my stroking fingers. I responded with more pressure, curling my fingers around him and pressing against the sensitive spot right below the flaring head. My hand glided up and down, his length a burning brand in my palm. His breathing became more rapid with his growing excitement, and I felt my body warm in response. Laguna was so lovely, aroused as he was, dark hair spread over the pillow and panting lightly as I touched him.

Unable to resist, I hovered over Laguna, catching his eyes and lowering my lips to his to take little teasing kisses from his mouth. "I never knew you would look so good like this," I purred, never ceasing the steady motion of my hand between his legs. He exhaled sharply, flushing, and a little wetness touched my fingertips.

I kissed my way back down his body, pausing only to tease a taut nipple with my tongue. He groaned again, one hand tightening around my wrist, and I leaned down to take him into my mouth. Laguna's hips bucked upwards involuntarily, and I laid a restraining hand on him as my lips glided across the shaft, tracing the engorged veins. He shuddered all over when I moved to the tip of his manhood, tasting the bitter, salty fluid there. "Hyne, Raine, please…" he whispered hoarsely, pulling on my arm.

I smiled to myself and drew him in deeper, running my tongue along his length while stroking the area below his scrotum with gentle fingers. His breathing grew shaky and uneven as I explored him, taking him in as far as I could, enjoying the taste of him in my mouth. But this wasn't how I wanted it to end, not yet. Slowly, I let him go and lifted my head away from his groin. Laguna was arched back into the pillows, flushed. His hand was still tight around my wrist, and I let him draw me back to the head of the bed.

Laguna kissed me fiercely, pushing me down onto my back. His eyes were almost black with arousal, and the color was high in his cheeks. "Raine, are you... can we... is it..." he whispered, giving me one last chance to say no.

My body was singing with renewed heat, and I had no intention of denying it. "Yes," I breathed into his mouth. Laguna shivered, and I slid my hands up over his back, giving him the faintest prick of nails, wanting him to know how much I wanted him too.

He ran a hand down my body and slid it between my thighs again, and I moved to allow him access, drawing my legs apart as he knelt between them. Fingers began to explore me again, more urgently this time, finding my pleasure center and rubbing it hard. I shuddered and moaned, feeling myself opening up to him. Laguna's breathing was ragged, and I hung somewhere between anticipation and nerves, waiting.

Laguna spread the soft folds apart again, and I felt the warm tip of his sex slipping against the slickness between my legs. I lifted my hips, and he guided himself into me, moving a little at a time. I bit my lip and hissed softly - as much as I wanted - needed - to have him moving inside me, it had been some time since anyone had warmed my bed. The feel of him penetrating me was mixed pain and pleasure, and I gritted my teeth.

"Are you all right?" Laguna asked, stopping. "I don't want to hurt you..."

The pain was receding fast, leaving fire in its wake. "You're not," I assured him, breathlessly. "It's just been a while." Laguna did not appear completely convinced, and I cried out in pleasure as his thumb pressed against my clitoris, massaging it gently. Any discomfort I was having evaporated, and soon he was completely sheathed within me.

"I'm ready," I whispered, stroking his cheek.

"I never want to hurt you," Laguna murmured, and he leaned down to kiss me. We started slowly, learning to move together. The slow friction was torture, but soon he was sliding easily as he thrust into me. His breathing quickened along with the motion of his hips, and I felt my own orgasm begin to build as the friction increased, tendrils of excitement coiling in my groin and abdomen. Laguna tossed his head and moaned, dark hair flying.

My body no longer seemed to be my own. I rocked my hips against him, in time with his thrusts, our bodies in perfect union despite our inexperience with each other. I had the sudden, subtly frightening feeling that the orgasm Laguna had given me before was just a prelude to what was coming. Caught in the liquid heat coming in bright waves from my groin, I dug my fingers into Laguna's sweat-slick back and tried to remember how to breathe.

The feeling was exquisite, overwhelming. All the tension from our fight and the thrilling revelation afterwards added to the building need for release. My breath came short and sharp as the pressure reached an unbearable level. Blood rushed to my face, and I hung for a moment in the white-hot fire that precedes orgasm, waiting for it to take me. A few moments later, the gates opened and I climaxed, biting back an almost-scream of pleasure. Waves of ecstasy broke through me, sending fire all the way down my legs and into the tips of my fingers, and I cried out over and over again.

Laguna threw his head back and forth in uncontrollable movements as I convulsed around him, moaning with the added sensation. I continued to move with him, riding out the last shocks of orgasm, needing to bring him to climax as he had brought me. The motion of his hips became frantic and unmodulated, and I knew Laguna was very, very close. I felt him begin to shake, and he threw his head back, gasping.

"Raiiiiiiine!" he called out, flushing a deep red. Laguna writhed above me, lost in his own release, and his body jerked hard several times as he finished. He collapsed onto me, fully spent, and I held him tightly until the tremors subsided and his breathing slowed. It felt good, in a very feminine way, to hold an exhausted Laguna in my arms, knowing what we had just done and the love that had driven it. I pushed sweat-dampened hair away from the back of his neck and pressed gentle kisses against his shoulder.

Soon, Laguna softened within me and pulled out, breaking our intimate contact. We lay together, my head pillowed on his shoulder and his arms around me. The oil lamp guttered and died out, its meager supply of fuel exhausted. Rain began to patter on the roof, and thunder growled far away. My hands moved over him in the dark, idly tracing the hard lines of his chest. His heart pulsed against my cheek, warm and reassuring in the cool night.

"It's storming again," I said, the words falling like crystal into the stillness. He snuggled me closer into his chest and didn't say anything for a moment.

"As long as I'm in here with you," Laguna finally replied, "it could storm forever."

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Author's note

I debated for a long time whether or not to put this addendum in here, but I feel that I should. It seems that there is a segment of my audience who is rather younger than I am, and so at the risk of corrupting the minds of youth, I'll continue. Hell, if you read all this, you're corrupted already. ^_^ Please allow me to stand on my soapbox - this is for the younger set for whom sex might be something they haven't experienced yet.

This is a story. Fiction and fantasy both. Laguna and Raine are both full adults, with Laguna's age being pegged as 27 by Square, and Raine likely as old as he is. They know what they're getting into.

There are a couple things about this fic that should and shouldn't happen IRL. I'll start with the shouldn'ts. Because this is a story, Laguna and Raine can hop into bed together without any protection and no one will have a disease and no one will get pregnant. You probably don't need me to tell you that this is very risky and stupid behavior in the real world - and you shouldn't do it. Protection should be a given. It's much easier for a guy to give a girl a disease than vice versa, but it's up to both of you to make sure you won't get anything. And never take anyone's word till you've seen the blood test.

Should's: Laguna's a nice guy and a gentleman. He gives Raine plenty of opportunity to say no and he's not aggressive. Easier to find this type of guy in a story (I consider myself to be very blessed to have married someone like this) but you should never let anyone push you into something you don't want. Human beings were given fingers for a reason, and if s/he is so horny that "baby I need it now" is said, remind your partner of this and tell him/her to go home and take care of it him/herself if you're not interested.

And you never owe anyone anything like that.

Okay. That was about as long as the fic. I now return you to your regularly scheduled fluffy romantic story. :) And if you liked this, I'll think about writing some more.