Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ A Little Bit of Remembering ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: The role-playing game A War of Three Nations: Earth Divided, its characters, names, and places, and everything affiliated with it, was written by, and belong to Amaria, myself, and all other players involved in the game. I am affiliated with the said players, and I am writing this to show my appreciation of Amaria letting me join her game. (Most of the characters featured in this one-shot belong to Amaria and me.) However, still, no profit is being made.

 

Author's Note: This work will feature spoilers for the game A War of Three Nations; you can read the fic'd version at http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/126814. I fear my one-shot will be somewhat … incomprehensible if you haven't read and/or participated in the game.

 

Summary: [Set six months after the actual “war”] In a small garden outside of the Fayrian castle, Aceline and Zephyr come together for a little bit of remembering.

 

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A LITTLE BIT OF REMEMBERING

By Snowy

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Beta'd by Alicia Riverdale

 

“You,” he said, his voice low, dark, and threatening. “You. Little. Bitch!” He caught sight of Lilith's paling face, and his free hand was outstretched in the direction of her scythe. Ice covered it from tip to tip, and then he clenched his fist. He opened it forcefully, and the scythe broke into several bits of ice…

 

Aceline remembered the ferocious look in her husband's eyes, and it was devastating. She had never seen him so angry before, not even when Allarayne had confronted him and her sister Cathayna had stabbed his arm. She remembered ghosting his mind, watching the scene through his very eyes.

 

“You. Spoiled. Little. Bitch!” He regained his crouching position - his eyes gleamed at the sight of fear in Lilith's eyes - and leaned on his outstretched foot. He quickly kicked off, shouting his head off as his elements roared around him. His Wind gripped Lilith's throat. His Ice froze her in place, creating some sort of ice slab that the very Ice element chained her to. Alexavier, pulsating with power, impaled the demon princess to it, first striking her stomach, then her legs, and finally her heart. Lilith fell limp against his sword, and he then withdrew Alexavier. He whispered, “My sword is worth too much to let rust in demon's blood.”

 

That was when Aceline revealed her presence in his mind, comforting his anger, soothing him until he could no longer feel it. While she was not there with him technically, her telepathy allowed her to project a sort of image of herself. She drew her transparent self's arms around Zephyr, and she whispered to him with her telepathic voice, `Zephyr. . . It's done. . . She's done. . .'

 

And he had even replied to her, murmuring, `Aceline. . . Thank you. . .' Then, she had left him to himself, to take care of whatever mess had happened on that field; she had taken a short glimpse of Rye's body, and she had internally cringed, knowing that that must have caused so much pain.

 

“Aceline?” Aceline shook her head, blinked her eyes, and looked up into the face of her worried husband. “Is something wrong?”

 

She brushed several locks of black hair from her emerald eyes, before she flashed Zephyr a smile. “Just remembering.”

 

“May I ask what?” Zephyr took a seat beside Aceline on the bench within the Fayrian castle's largest garden, and enveloped her close to him using one of his arms. He tilted his head down, and breathed in the scent of jasmine and lavender that came from his beloved's hair, and then rested his chin gently on her head, a cool breeze emitting from his body that made his blond hair, free of its usual ponytail, swing free with Aceline's. It was a rather different sight to see, his pale blond hair mixing with the dark obsidian of hers, but he smiled despite that it looked somewhat strange.

 

Aceline breathed in deeply, and murmured, “Lilith.”

 

Zephyr's grip around Aceline's shoulders tightened for one moment, before he forced himself to relax. His killing Lilith and losing control of himself had happened six months ago, yes, and several of the people in Fayrie and Gaia had already recovered, but there was a sort of. . .mental wound, some sort of wound within Zephyr that still would not heal. Perhaps it was the fact that there had been so many to witness him losing his composure - but no. Zephyr wasn't vain like that. Whatever the reason was, Zephyr had always tensed up and tended to destroy whatever was in his grasp. Thankfully, Zephyr was aware that it was Aceline's shoulder that he was holding, and loosened his grip immediately.

 

His voice came out as a growl, “Why?”

 

“It isn't important, is—”

 

“Aceline.” His tone was firm.

 

“I was remembering Lilith, because I was remembering you.”

 

Zephyr pushed Aceline gently away from him as his dark blue eyes stared into her own dark green. “Why do you need to remember her, along with remembering me, when you can just see me?”

 

“Who's to say that I won't forget you, even if I can see you?” Aceline questioned as she stood up, her back facing the other general.

 

Zephyr followed her motion and stood up, gathering her into his arms from behind, his hands resting on the slight bulge - slight, for it was still unnoticeable - that was starting to appear on her stomach. He began to breathe in the scent of jasmine and lavender once more, and then he brushed her hair aside, gently nipping on his beloved's neck. He raised his head and settled it once more on his wife's head as he swung her to a gentle, song-less dance. He began to hum a slight tune that had Aceline's eyes only half-open now, and it made her look so much like a temptress that he softened his tune so that, even with her neko-jin senses, she would barely be able to pick it up.

 

Then he began whispering into her ear, “Because our child will be there to make sure you remember, Aceline.”

 

Then he held her both of her hands in his, fingering the two rings on her fourth fingers. One was made entirely out of Ice, and was gently encased in Wind so that it did not melt: this was the ring that Zephyr had formally proposed to her with, right after the war. The other was completely made out of Wind, shaped into form by Zephyr's Ice, and this ring also came from him. He had given it to her when she learned that she was pregnant. He continued his whispering, his breath hot against her ear, “And these rings shall be there to help you remember as well, my darling.”

 

Aceline turned around, her green eyes staring up at him defiantly. “And of you!” she declared in a challenging voice. “What have you to help you remember who I am? I have not given you any token, any ring like you have!” They were small, but Zephyr was noticing a rim of tears around her wide eyes, frightened like a child. He reached out, but she kept away. “What have you?”

 

Zephyr's tone was patient. “I have your love, Aceline.”

 

“Yes, but is that enough?”

 

Zephyr's own eyes widened, and he felt as if he had been slapped in the face.

 

“Why do you ask me that?”

 

“Because I want to know, Zephyr. Is my love enough for you to keep so that you will not forget me?”

 

“You do not trust my love, Aceline?”

 

“I do, but I want to—”

 

“What do you want?” Zephyr said, his voice deathly low, his face sickly pale. “Why cannot you trust the fact that I love you? Why must you question me as if I am old and senile? I can remember your face clearly, Aceline! Your voice! Your eyes! Your skin—”

 

“I am not calling you `old,' nor am I dubbing you `senile,'” whispered Aceline, her eyes downcast. “I am merely worried, Zephyr—”

 

“Yes, you worry, but you worry too much!” Zephyr argued, letting go of her waist and throwing his hands up in the air exasperatedly. “Why do you worry that I will forget you? Do you worry that, should that time ever come, I will move on? That I will go on ahead and take some other woman when you bear my child and my rings? What do you think, I am, Aceline? A male whore, an escort? Do you think so very lowly of me now?”

 

Aceline paled at her husband's accusations. “No, Zephyr, I—”

 

“Love me? Hate me? Am unsure of me?” Zephyr was very angry, and his Ice element was now starting to freeze several of the flowers to death. He was glad that there was currently nobody at the castle except for the servants, for he would have snapped at Fara herself.

 

“—love you,” Aceline whispered, voice defeated. Her green eyes were now glistening with tears, but Zephyr found no resolve. He did not manage to find any sympathy within him for Aceline, even if his heart was screaming, thumping repeatedly and fast against his ribcage.

 

Aceline felt the ferocious wind that had risen; even more flowers, now, had frozen. His eyes were dark, possessive, and when he reached out for Aceline's wrist, his wife gasped: his hand was pale, and very cold. He claimed her mouth in a desperate kiss, broke off, and then commanded sourly, “Then, Aceline.” Here he paused, but he continued with a ferocious smile on his face. “Since you love me so, you will let me show you that I cannot forget you, yes?”

 

Lucky for Zephyr, Aceline was not in her Gaian general armor, and she was wearing loose-clad pants and a white shirt: her traditional white shirt, with the sword pointing upward on front and the two roses X'ing in the back. However, now she was looking at him with an emotion that he had not seen in her eyes for six months - fear. He grinned devilishly, and managed to make it look charming: “What's the matter, Aceline? Don't you love me?”

 

“Yes, I do, but—” Aceline paused briefly, “—what if someone sees—”

 

And here Zephyr guffawed. “Woman, there is nobody in the castle. We have fences that keep this garden from the view of the people.”

 

“Yes, but what if someone—”

 

“Aceline, shut up.”

 

The Gaian general looked miffed, but nodded at Zephyr: “Show me, then, how you cannot forget me.”

 

Zephyr bared his teeth at her in a grin, “Oh, gladly, my dear.” He took her by the arm, and spun her from where she was until she was nestled in his arms, his chest against her back, his member throbbing against her lower back. Then he turned her around, whispering, “Undress for me, darling.”

 

Aceline stared at him with fear in her eyes, but did so nonetheless. Slowly, she undressed, tempting Zephyr even more: her pants went first, leaving her clad in her undergarments, and then removed those as well. Zephyr sent a gust of cold wind, and Aceline had to fight back a squeal as she felt the rush of cold air against her lower regions as she raised her hands, ready to take the shirt off. She did so, and Zephyr released another burst of cold wind, turning Aceline's nubs into hard peaks. She felt so deliciously wanton as she stood there, naked, in front of Zephyr.

 

He whispered, “You're beautiful, darling.” He took of his own shirt as well, and pulled Aceline closer to him, his hands resting in the small of her back. He rubbed his hands up and down against her back erotically, and she arched against him, her hardened peaks rubbing against his, and Zephyr bit his tongue, suppressing a groan that wanted to come out so bad. He let another rush of cold air, and Aceline could do nothing as the air pooled around her lower regions, and she was nearly driven mad at the sensation. “My, my,” Zephyr cooed as he pushed Aceline down against the flowers. “If you reacted this well against cold wind, my dear, I would have done it every time we've made love!”

 

He captured her mouth in a ferocious kiss, and then worked his way down to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “Jasmine and lavender,” he murmured. “I will not forget your scent.” He worked his way to her breasts, one hand cupping the left one and teasing the nipple as Zephyr engulfed the other in hot, wet heaven; Aceline moaned. He removed his mouth from her right breast, and did the same to her left, moving his hand to the other. This ministration drew another moan from the raven-haired general beneath him as the cold wind burst out again.

 

He then put his hands on either side of her, and then began licking his way down to her navel, plunging his tongue deep in it every so often, before he drew a more intimate trail to her womanhood. He parted his wife's lower lips, and then he began licking there as well. “So sweet,” he murmured as he raised his head. “I will not forget your taste.”

 

Aceline had a rough time trying to come up with coherent words, “Zephyr—you—nnh—tease!”

 

The Fayrian general clicked his tongue. “Now, now, darling.” But he grinned at her nevertheless, and he winked at her as he stood up and slowly and steadily removed his pants, slowly swaying as he did so. Aceline bared her neko-jin fangs at him, and Zephyr merely smiled at her gently.

 

He knelt in front of her deliciously wanton body as he positioned three fingers in front of her mouth; the Gaian general knew exactly what her husband want her to do, and she opened her mouth, his fingers gently brushing against her fangs. Her tongue swirled around the three tips of Zephyr's elegantly shaped fingers, slightly calloused and rough from his sword-wielding, and once Zephyr felt that they were moistened enough, he pulled them out, earning a mewl of protest from Aceline. He tsk'ed at her, and then, catching her by surprise, he entered one finger into her entrance, another soon joining the first as they stretched her, preparing her for him. The third finger entered, and by then, Aceline was desperate, rocking her hips in a vain attempt to impale herself on his long fingers.

 

Zephyr tsk'ed again before he removed his three fingers one by one, and gently eased himself onto her as he sat up and straddled her hips, both of them shuddering from the amazing feeling the contact gave him. “I will not,” he said, breathing hard, “forget this wonderful feeling.”

 

Aceline managed a smile as Zephyr pushed in slowly, both of them relishing in the feeling, and she nodded to him, showing him that she was ready. Zephyr leaned down and kissed the area just above her heart. She recognized the gesture, and one of her hands reached up to her lips. Pressing two fingers against them, she guided them to his lips, and then to the area above his heart. Both had just exchanged intimate gestures of both Fayrian and Gaian nature, and Zephyr whispered, “I will not forget that.”

 

Then he began moving. He started with a slow pace, first, allowing Aceline to get used to him, and when she gazed lovingly at him with emerald jewels from beneath half-lidded eyes, he accepted the message and began picking up his pace. In a matter of minutes, he was pounding into her, and the Gaian general was responding back to him as she rocked her hips up in time to his thrusts. Zephyr placed both hands on either side of the other general's head, and then he leaned down, kissing the center of her forehead, and she gave him a gentle look. Suddenly, she arched—and he knew she was close. He accelerated, the grass beneath his two hands suddenly freezing into nothingness, and when Aceline's walls clamped around him, he arched, hissing and moaning.

 

“Z—Ze—ZEPHYR!” she shouted as she arched, Zephyr mustering the strength to wrap one of his arms around her lithe waste and she shivered at his touch.

 

“Ace—goddess—ACELINE!” And then he shot his semen into her, and he shuddered. Taking a few moments to recollect their breathing, Zephyr disengaged himself from her, and they lay like that for a few more minutes, him just hovering gently over her, supported by his Wind, and she just spread her arms out beneath him, smiling lovingly at him with her beautiful, twinkling eyes.

 

Then, he murmured as he leaned down and nuzzled her neck, “I will not forget the wonderful feeling you give me every time we make love.”

 

Aceline smiled as their hands intertwined, and then she turned his hand so that the back of it was nearing her lips, and she kissed it; he did the same to her hand—

 

—and both of them knew then that neither would forget each other.

 

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Epilogue

 

The sobbing of two figures bundled in white filled the air, and beside the bed that Aceline lay upon, her ever-faithful husband kneeled, holding her hand gently. He motioned to the midwife, and the elven woman came closer, gently giving the two bundles to Zephyr as he carried one in each arm; Aceline gave him a fond look.

 

He said quietly, “Twins, dearest. You've borne our family twins.”

 

Aceline let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and murmured out, “Girl? Boy?”

 

Zephyr's eyes were smiling at her. “Both, sweet heart,” he said.

 

Aceline's mouth opened, as if to say something else, and then settled on “Edeline. Ezekiel.”

 

The Fayrian general beamed at her, and from behind Zephyr, Bellatrice and Tallitha, both generals' mothers respectively, came forward and gently took the bundle from the male general's arms.

 

Bellatrice, holding the sobbing Edeline, said as she smiled pleasantly, “Beautiful Edeline, you will be as graceful and as beautiful as your mother some day.”

 

Tallitha, grasping Ezekiel as he gasped for air, chuckled, “Brave Ezekiel, you will be as strong and as respected in this country as your father - I am sure of it.”

 

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A/N: After my beta lost several printed-out copies of this (-glares at Alicia-), I remained patient with her and I want to thank her for completing beta'ing this one-shot. Alicia, darling, thank you. I wouldn't have been able to done this without you.

 

Also, of course, to Casseh, I dedicate this one-shot to you as well. But you know you deserve more. ^_~ Love and kisses to you, Casseh-poo.

 

Until the next time,

 

Snowy