Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: your left hand
Infinite darkness surround him, fear gripped him, he had been here many times before. Her evil laughter echoed from the shadows and it was impossible to distinguish where it was coming from. The bitch was toying with him, that was her way. This was how the dream always was and try as he might, he couldn't make it stop.
"When will this end?!" Squall yelled in frustration, moving through the pitch blackness that felt thick and inescapable.
"Hello, my Knight," he heard behind him and spun around to come face to face with Ultimecia. The power she held radiated from her like a wave and he stepped back.
"I'm not your Knight," Squall said venomously, trying to mask the fear twisting in his stomach.
"You will be soon. Stop foolishly denying it," she said as her eyes played over him, the look in them making him shudder with revulsion.
"No!" his voice cracked as he backed further away from her. "You're dead! We killed you!"
"Oh, dear. Do you really think that I was destroyed? I'm much too powerful." Her lips twisted into a cruel and seductive smile as she drew uncomfortably closer. Squall stood his ground, refusing to show her the terror he was feeling. "You will be mine," she purred as she walked around him. Her hand touched his bare chest and he flinched from the icy touch with a gasp.
"You're not real. You're nothing but a fucking memory," he sneered, glaring at her with loathing.
"Does this feel like a memory," she hissed, gripping his hair and digging her nails into his scalp. He clenched his teeth against the pain and tried to push her away as she pressed her body against his own. "You cannot fight the inevitable, do not try," she warned as he struggled in her surprisingly powerful embrace.
"No!" he growled and struggled harder when he realized she was trying to kiss him. She laughed at his attempt to get free, the sound of it turning his blood cold. "Let go of me, you bitch! he yelled, struggling furiously.
"Squall, it's me, babe. Wake up," he faintly heard a sweet voice as he continued to fight. He slowly became aware that he was laying in bed, a cold sweat covering his body as the dream evaporated back into reality. He was still trembling with the aftermath of the nightmare and covered his face to block out Rinoa's worried expression.
"I'm sorry I woke you," he sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he sat up.
"It's okay," she said softly, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it this time?"
"No!" he said sharply, then winced when he saw the hurt look on her beautiful face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I just don't want to talk about it. I'm already forgetting what it was about anyway," he lied as he got up from the bed. She watched him walk to the bedroom window and look out at the darkness with a grim expression on his face. She got up to join him, wrapping her arms around his body, pressing herself close against his back.
"I'm just worried about you. Maybe it would be a good idea to talk Dr. Kadowaki," she suggested. He chuckled without amusement and turned to face her.
"Rinoa, it's nothing to worry about. It's just a dream that doesn't mean anything. I'll be fine," he said, trying to convince himself in the process.
"But...," she started to protest, but he stopped her with a soft kiss.
"I love you, Rinoa," he murmured against her mouth. She sighed when he traced his tongue along her lips and melted against his body when he took her into a slow sensual kiss. She knew he desperately needed the affection, he often did when he awoke from these nightmares that had been plaguing him.
She rubbed her body erotically against him, thrusting her hands in his hair as the kiss deepened, it's gentleness turning lush and heated. She shivered with delight when she felt his hands slide inside her panties to cup her ass. He caressed her with gentle, but strong hands, pulling her hard against his groin so she could feel how much he needed her.
Breathlessly breaking from the embrace, Squall picked her up with ease to carry her over to the bed. She pulled her nightshirt off as he lay her down, looking up at him with intense desire as he removed his boxers. The moonlight filtering through the window made his slim muscled body seem ethereal. She put her hand out to him and he joined her, touching her nude breasts with gentle caresses as he lay next to her.
"I need you so much," he whispered, trailing his hand down to her toned stomach, pausing for only a moment before he touched her mound through the fabric of her panties. She spread her legs, inviting him to have his way, gasping when his fingers teased her through the cloth.
"Please, Squall," she begged, her voice hushed and wanting. Her arousal soaked her panties as she writhed and whimpered, his hand teasingly manipulating her until she thought she could take no more. Her back arched and she cried out when he pushed her panties aside, thrusting his fingers inside her womanhood, roughly massaging her walls. He cut off her cries of pleasure, plundering her open mouth with a probing tongue.
He moaned into the kiss when her felt her grasp his neglected erection, stroking him in time with his fingers that deeply penetrated her. His need for her increased and he took his hand from her warmth, pulling her panties from her body in a heated rush. She panted excitedly as he moved between her legs, guiding his member to her opening as he moved forward with a slow thrust.
"You feel so good," he said softly as he stroked inside her, putting her legs over his shoulders to get even deeper. She rocked against him, small sounds of satisfaction crossing her parted lips with each strong thrust. She watched the pleasure etching his handsome face, reveling in the thought that she was the only one who had ever seen Squall letting himself go with so much emotion.
"Yes, Squall, harder," she breathed, rolling her hips with the beginning stirs of an orgasm.
"Hyne," he growled when she gripped his ass, grinding her hips harder with his increasing pace. He felt the tightening of her walls and the warm, wet rush of her orgasm and his breath hitched with the increased pressure on his shaft. She wailed with it, drawing his own orgasm forth as she continued to move with him. He thrust until his seed was spent, leaning down to kiss her tenderly before he pulled his softening organ from her.
"Feel better," she asked with a soft smile after they lay comfortably in each others arms.
"I always feel better with you," he said softly, kissing the top of her head, pulling her closer as she draped her arm across his stomach. "Lets try to get back to sleep," he muttered sleepily, sounding more tired from their lovemaking than he had before they started.
"Okay," she answered, listening to his heartbeat as she lay her head on his chest.
As exhausted as Squall was, he wouldn't close his eyes, not wanting to be plunged back into that cold darkness of the nightmare. He lay there, listening to Rinoa breath, knowing she had fallen back asleep when her body became listless and relaxed. Holding her close, he looked up at the ceiling, fighting his drooping eyes for as long as he could before they got too heavy to keep open any longer. 'Please let the rest of the night be dreamless,' was his last thought as he drifted back into slumber.
Laguna sat at his desk, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he tried to concentrate on the reports on his desk. He'd had another nightmare last night, one of several he had been having the last few weeks. He could never remember the dreams fully, only that they were about Squall in some kind of trouble and the cold feminine laughter that echoed from the darkness. He shivered slightly at the memory and flinched when the knock on the door interrupted his troubled thoughts.
"Come in," he said, trying to sound more cheerful than he felt.
"Your secretary handed these to me on the way in," Kiros said, handing over a few more reports. Laguna groaned, tossing them on the desk with the others, laying his head back on his chair.
"Laguna, you alright? You look beat."
"I haven't been sleeping very well," he replied, trying to stifling a yawn.
"You got a new woman I don't know about?" he asked, chuckling lightly at his own joke.
"I wish that was the problem," he sighed with a shake of his head.
"Then what's up?"
"I've been having dreams about Squall and I can't shake the feeling that he needs help."
"Don't you think you might be overreacting? If he was having problems, wouldn't he contact you?"
"Not necessarily. Even though we've become closer, he doesn't speak to me much. I can't blame him really," he said sadly and got up from his chair, walking over to the large window to look down at the city. "He forgave me, you know, for not being there when he was a child." Kiros didn't speak, only watching his long time friend stare out the window in thought. "There's a reason I called you to my office," Laguna said after a few minutes of silence, returning to his chair with a heavy sigh.
"This is serious," Kiros commented before taking a seat himself.
"Kiros, I can't do this anymore. Being President of Esthar is taking its toll. I've given this a lot of thought and I've decided to resign my position."
"Laguna, are you sure about this? I mean, have you really thought this through?"
"More than you know, my friend. I lost Raine, I don't want to lose my son as well."
"Who will take your place?" Kiros asked curiously. His eyes widened with realization when Laguna smiled and nodded toward him suggestively. "Not me!"
"You're my advisor, Kiros. Naturally you would be the one to take over."
"Laguna, you're putting me in a damn tough spot here."
"I know," he said apologetically. "I'm throwing this at you with no warning, but I feel the need to do this, Kiros. My son needs me and I can't help him here." Kiros sat in thought, different emotions crossing his face, from anger to confusion to slow understanding.
"How soon?" Kiros asked after a time, accepting his new duties with only the slightest reluctance.
"No more than a few days time. I want to leave for Balamb as soon as possible." Kiros nodded, not really surprised with Laguna's urgency.
"Alright, let's get this ball rolling," Kiros said, serious and determined.
"Thank you, Kiros. I owe you a lot."
"Damn right, you do," he chuckled lightly. "You do what you need for your son, Laguna. That's all that matters."
"Thank you," he said again, feeling a great deal of relief, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
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