Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction ❯ July 14th ❯ July 14th ( One-Shot )

While I wrote "Quattordici Luglio", an idea rose in my mind: what have happened between Emeraude and Zagato that famous July 14th? Theoricaly you should read first this one...

Be good with me, this is my first lemon and I am a survivor from an oral test about the German Romanticism: and the topic was the philosophical concept of romantic love.

P.S.: in Italian high schools, Philosophy -or better, History of the Philosophy- is an obligatory subject; I don't know in the rest of the world....

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Fourteenth July

In the hallway lit up by lamps of glass one a shadow moved: her movements had accompanied by a silky rustle. Emeraude-hime wasn't sleepy and she wanted to reach the Pond of Water lilies to watch the lightning bugs dance upon the water: see her in that way, with a floating white silk nightgown and her long blonde hair picked in two thick braids, she looked like a ghost. But even before the nocturnal spectacle her anxiety didn't calm down.

Upon the pond was reflected a big yellow moon, and the water seemed sprinkled with a gold dust: the white and red water lilies offered their nectar to the moths; a chorus of frogs croaked in a certain harmonious way and the lightning bugs danced at the strange music's rhythm. Emeraude watched her reflection: in nightgown, without diadem and with picked hair, she could look like a common girl too. Even, a child: from when she had become Pillar, her look had not changed, and she kept the body of a twelve-years-old.

" I wonder what would happen if a day I decide to hire a woman's appearance... "

Emeraude sighed: perhaps the things would be quite different. If only Zagato doesn't see her as the Pillar...

" It's useless delude yourself, Emi-hime:" She said to her reflection " you for him are only that: he could respect you, owe you loyalty and... why, of course, also affection if we want, the same affection that whoever feels for you. Nothing more."

For months this thought allowed her to develop her assignments with relative serenity: a relative truth that made her suffer, but which was necessary for her to survive. To support this thesis, there was Zagato's behavior: detached and bureaucratic as always.

While she looked at the lightning bugs, an eccentric idea rose in her head. Emeraude laughed and suggested smiling:

" Emi-hime, why don't we grow up for a couple of hours and enjoy us frightening the guards? We could imitate aunt Lelya's ghost!"

The young woman closed the eyes and concentrated: a light shine wrapped her body and shortly the metamorphosis had end. Emeraude opened her eyes and looked: in the water she saw a beautiful woman in her early twenties; her features were more mature; her feminine curves entirely blooms; the nightgown touched just her knee and the neckline was been a bit torn during the metamorphosis, showing her long legs and her breast more than the due. The woman blushed a bit seeing herself so indecent and she decided to give up the joke: the next time she would have brought something wider and more decent. Emeraude decided to stay at the pond until the spell was broken: she had wished that look for about two hours and she would have waited about two hours.

Emeraude sat on the shore and plunged her feet in the cool water, groaning with relief. Smiling, she lifted a foot and lets it fall in the water: slowly, the sprays wetted the nightgown's light silk. The young Princess smiled: she wanted to have a bit of fun, and she would have had fun. So she got up and slowly sink in the pond, after have picked up her braids on the top of her head. Laughing, she swam with wide strokes and then gathered some water lilies; she then went back to shore and slipped the flowers in her hair. She was contemplating the finished artwork when a rustle startled her.

" Who are you?! "

Emeraude felt her heart in throat when her cornflower blue eyes crossed those purplish of the last person that she wanted to meet: Zagato.

Zagato was going to the study to take some important documents, when he saw on the Pond of Water lilies' shore Emeraude-hime: he had sight her change in woman, play and swim in the water, decorate her golden hair with the water lilies. And nothing had been more delicious than the wet silk's indiscreet transparencies. The Priest approached the Princess until a safety distance: he didn't want her to read the longing in his eyes, the mad will of tighten her and to carry her far from Sephiro. Doing violence to his desire for the thousandth time, Zagato said with calm voice:

" Why have you wanted to hire this appearance, Emeraude-hime? "

" Please," she begged "doesn't say to anybody what you have seen this night. Even, it would be better if you forgot it."

Her cheeks were red; her hands tighten her breast as if she wants to stop the insane race of her own heart. Zagato approached of some footstep, being happy to stare the reflection of the woman that he loved.

" I advise you to hold this look for yourself: you usually are so delicious and nice, adorable is one of the more correct terms; but in this way.... seeing you in this way a man would have hardly self-control."

Sol Zagato tried to erase each emotion from his voice, but perhaps something had filtered out: Emeraude looked at him amazed, her eyes wide.

" Zagato..."

The Priest she looked: she had the goose bumps and trembled slightly. He approached again and leaned his robe on her delicate shoulders.

" You tremble, Emeraude-hime: here, you must remember that the cold doesn't save up the Pillar."

' Is not the cold to make me tremble, but your nearness...'

Emeraude thought breathing slowly: the robe was warm with his warmth and she could smell his perfume, a mixture of incense and spices.

The couple was silent for some minute: Zagato had not moved, his hands were still places on her shoulders and Emeraude felt to melt.

" Who goes there!?"

A guard shouted not recognizing them, breaking the moment's intensity. Zagato grabbed the hand of Emeraude and began to run.

" I don't want anyone else to see you in this way, Emeraude-hime."

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The two had run under the light moon up to the Pavilion of Crystals: the couple looked in the eyes and burst in laughter.

" Thank you: you have kept your promise."

Zagato smiled playfully:

" Duty, Emeraude-hime. But the rule imposes a reward!"

Emeraude jumped, she then laughed understanding the joke and tighten herself in the robe:

" I understand: considering the situation, I think that the more proper reward is... oh my! I have no ideas! The better thing is let you the choice."

" Could I ask you anything?"

" Anything."

Emeraude stated firm. Zagato smiled after the initial astonishment: perhaps that was the good occasion for...

Zagato sat near her and caressed her cheek with his fingertips.

" Are you sure? Anything?"

She nodded without talk, curious and frightened of what was about to happen. Zagato bent his head on her to make graze their lips: the emotion was too big. Encouraged by her weak resistance, he deepened the kiss and massaged her lips with his own. She answered in an unexpected way and soon the kiss became hot, deep and passionate. Zagato broke the kiss and whispered:

" I love you, Emi..."

Emeraude laced her arms around his neck and pulled him in a new kiss.

" I love you too, Zagato... "

Emeraude felt suddenly light, as if she has exorcized her fear just saying its name, and she felt to melt in the intimate embrace of Zagato. Then, like a cold shower, a thought exploded in her mind. Without warning, Emeraude moved away Zagato from her, hide her face in her hands and began to cry.

" I... I don't... I can't! Zagato, we can't... "

" Why no? Why?!"

" I am the Pillar, and my duty is... "

" You are a woman before being the Pillar! You love me and I love you, nothing is so simple: for once think about your happiness, our feelings concern me and you!"

" Me, you and the whole Sephiro. Do you have wondered what will it be of Sephiro if I begin to think only to myself? If our laws forbid to the Pillar to fall in love, is for the safeguard of this whole world! And I... I have disobeyed, but I don't have any intention to see this world shatter: it is our duty forget what has happened this evening, pretend that it has been only a dream."

Emeraude ended getting up and walking toward the castle, but Zagato grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

" It's an unfair law: why only you must hire this weight that prevents you from living your own life?"

" Because it has been Sephiro to give me this role: I have not asked it, it has been assigned me and that's enough. I am happy to develop it."

" But you are not /completely/ happy, Emeraude. And you don't make happy me."

She started listening those words. The Princess turned slowly and laid a hand on the Priest's cheek.

" I don't want you to be unhappy, Zagato: it is the thing that I wish more, but before you /Sephiro/ is first, even if this makes me suffer. Please, let me go and forget what we have said."

But Zagato tightened her stronger and kissed her face repeatedly.

" If this is what you wants... reject me, tell me that you don't love me, now, and I will forget everything."

He whispered between the kisses. A side of Emeraude wanted to end that folly, forget everything as if it had been a wonderful; dream, but always a dream. An other side of her, instead, desired passionately to stay and love, regardless of consequences and Sephiro: after an instant of resistance, Emeraude abandoned herself in the embrace of her lover. Zagato, known her silent answer and kissing her, brought her in the pavilion. The two lovers sat among the pillows, tenderly laced in a loving embrace, and soon each other hesitation abandoned them.

With amazing delicacy, he began to caress her body wrapped in the silk: his hands seemed to dance on the smooth and shiny cloth; then they insinuated among the edges and grazed her hot skin like velvet. Emeraude, taken by an unexplainable and unexpected impatience, unbuttoned his shirt and lets it slip on his arms: never her beloved Zagato had seemed her so handsome. A little bit stunned by the woman's sudden action, Zagato looked her smiling while both took back breath; he grabbed the edge of the nightgown and lifted it on her head and took it off completely: now she was almost without veils before him, only her white panties and her long hair to cover her nudity. Emeraude looked Zagato, red as a beetroot; then she began to laugh.

" What's wrong, Emi?"

" Nothing, it is only that... I must seem you absolutely indecent."

He smiled and kissed her quickly:

" You are not indecent, Miss Modesty: you are the more beautiful and exceptional woman that I has never met."

She laughed again and embraced him of impulse, lacing the arms around his neck and pressing her own body to his. He fell on the pillows under her weight and, after an instant of amazement, he began to caress her back and sides: he felt as if he is about to explode and his beloved's soft pressure increased this feeling. He rolled her on her back and began to kiss her skin with small delicate bites, indulging on her firm and untouched breast and trailing with the tongue her abdomen until reach her panties' edge. She felt a big heat inside, an uncontrollable desire of global unity and communion with her lover and to give him all herself, physically and spiritually: a tension toward the Absolute. As if he has sensed her thoughts, Zagato whispered:

" Are you sure to want it?"

" If I don't want it with all myself, I would not be here."

The two lovers exchanged a glance superabundant of love and passion while the last material restraints were eliminated: the centers of their commune desire grazed for the first time; at that first, unsure contact, their bodies were crossed by a shiver like a shock. With the delicacy of a feather, Zagato entered her, sinking in her nature. The physical pain was the first thing that Emeraude felt, a pain, which was diluted in the more and more high tides of pleasure and heat that invested her. Together, they performed the innate and never-ending dance of love, their thighs intertwines, whit an even more short and deep breath, and the sweat that pearl their skin and the whole dragged them toward something of unknown and undefined, an abyss in which they wished throw and of which they didn't see the end. Then, in the peak of the climax, both felt inside a new, vivifying strength, which from the body was spread all around them: he exploding inside her; she biting his shoulder to hold back the moans.

The two lovers collapsed holding each other: for the first time, Zagato and Emeraude had felt whole under each point of view.

Caressing her sweaty face, Zagato watched Emeraude sleep quietly in his arms: it was the reality, or was it the umpteenth dream created by his love and his longing? And if it was not a dream, /was/ the woman that lay near him his Emeraude? Yawning, he said that everything was true and fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

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" Everything is soul in love, when love is that which soul and body devote themselves equal and mutual presence. The desire toward the unity has been satisfied: the act of love, also being entire, also not stopping before no audacity of pleasure, doesn't disturb the pure regions of spirit, but it rises to them and is not parted from the spirit. It is not to itself, but it is a symbol of what happens in the inside of the individuals; the embrace of bodies expresses that of souls."

G.V. Amoretti, introduction to F. Schleiermacher, The romantic love.

" Life and love mean the same thing... There is everything in love: friendship, cordiality, sensuality and also passion... and one element soothes and strengthens, enlivens and increases the other, we live and love until the annihilation... Only love makes us true and perfect men, only it is life of the life..."

Schlegel, Lucinde.