The heart has reasons that reason cannot know. -Pascal

She unknowingly encourages me with every sound she makes. I can hear her breathing become labored and I'm assuming that she's finally coming to terms with herself. I'm just glad that she's finally accepted the way I feel. 'Bout time too.

Without looking at her, I gently lay my hand on top of her panties.

"Are you sure that you want to go through with this?"

She's silent for what seems like an eternity. I glance in her direction without moving my head and I can see her gripping the sheets, her knuckles gone white. Those beautiful, brown doe eyes of hers are shut, frowning slightly. She swallows deliberately and opens her mouth to speak.

"Yes, I'm ready."

I nod my head. "I promise I'll be gentle."

I turn my attention back to where my hand lies. My facial expression remains solemn, but I'm going wild on the inside. Without removing her panties, I gently begin massaging the area where her clitoris is. She gasps and her legs open a little wider, much to my delight.

While I'm rubbing her, I can't help but let my mind wander. One would think that someone like me, with a one-track mind and in the middle of stealing a queen's virginity, would at least be able to keep my thoughts sexually oriented. Strangely enough, I can't seem to grapple with the situation. Three years ago, she and I began our journey from Alexandria. Three years ago, I kidnapped this little princess, now a queen. I remember thinking to myself that our chance meeting was fate and I can safely say that I still have faith in fate. This all feels so wrong, my mind being muddled and all…

"Are you alright, Zidane?"

I feel like I'm waking up out of a dream. I must not have heard her at first because she looks as if she's repeated herself several times. She's half-way sitting up and her face is etched with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just… thinking…about us…"

I'm trailing off and I know it. I sound so damn weak right now, but as I look up at her I see her smiling and I realize that I never want to be without her. The blood in my veins feels as if it's boiling and my head feels dizzy. I catch her off-guard as I collapse into her arms. I feel foolish, but I wrap myself around her and begin to kiss her neck, her shoulders, and her face. Her arms constrict around my torso, her hands caressing the skin down my back. Shivers wrack my body and I want more. Without warning she grabs a handful of my hair and tugs, causing me to moan. Great… I think I startled her because she looks like she's stepped on a tack.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Am I doing this… right?" She looks so apprehensive. Does she know it's a turn-on?

"Yes," I breathe, "you are doing just fine." I'm barely able to get the words out as my lips press against hers. Losing myself never felt so good.

We kiss and we kiss and we kiss for what seems like hours. I can't get enough of her sweet taste. She still feels so foreign, despite all the stolen kisses and embraces over the years. I can tell that she is relaxed. If I don't make my move now I may not get another chance.

I grimace inwardly as I tug off her nightgown. Her cheeks are tinted pink and she subconsciously puts her arms over her breasts in an endearing effort to conceal herself. I quickly tug my trousers off and throw them to the floor. Her eyes are locked on my manhood and I can tell that she's never seen one before. I just hope that she isn't afraid of me.

"Don't be afraid, just trust me," I whisper as I slip her panties off, throwing them on top of my discarded clothing.

So many thoughts are running through my head as I position myself at her entrance. I can tell that she's still nervous because her eyes are darting around and she hasn't smiled since I stopped kissing her. Resting my forearms on either side of her body, I lean down so that my bare chest is directly on top of her bare chest, my skin on her skin; a delicious, irresistible friction.

She cries out as I enter her quickly and abruptly, breaking her maidenhead. Her nails rake the skin on my back and her face is twisted in pain. I stop and kiss away her salty tears. After a few moments I continue to thrust, slowly at first. Soon, her expression changes to pure elation. Her little moans and gasps give me the courage to thrust harder and faster.

"Oh, Zidane, please don't stop, don't stop," she begs me over and over and I can't help but grin down at her. I never imagined that she would feel so wonderful, so tight, and so precious. Every thrust makes my manhood ache with the need for release, but I force myself to hold on. I consider this to be a true test of my sexual prowess and I can't help but smile and I nearly laugh out loud. Call it divine intervention, but I manage to conceal the sick humor in my head by kissing my angel's lips.

She moans against my lips and bucks her hips into my thrusts, causing my manhood to connect with her in a way that makes her go wild in my arms. I've never seen her act this way; thrashing underneath me and clawing my skin. In the end I'll feel like a scratching post, but happily welcome the feeling.

"I'm getting close," I breathe heavily; sweat dripping coating my body in a light sheen. She holds on to me now and I can feel her suddenly tighten around my erection. She's screaming now and tearing my skin open and I can't hold back anymore. A wave of relief and pleasure churn my stomach while I spill my hot seed into her; I'm spent.

I pull out of her with the intent to roll away, but she captures my mouth in a weak, but heated kiss.

"I love you, Zidane."

"I love you too." My angel is no longer innocent. As if that statement couldn't be any more true, I can see a mixture of cum and a small amount of blood (from her maidenhead, of course) make a lazy trail out of her. I don't think she's noticed and I don't think I'll point it out to her. I'm just content with holding her against me and with the hope of never having to do her in my head again.

Fin

A/N: Ta-da! Sorry for the long wait. I had a really hard time figuring out how I wanted to go about writing this chapter. I could have gone in a lot of different directions, but I decided to take a somewhat serious/dark humorous approach. I hope everyone enjoys reading this! :)

By the way, says that my story limit of 15 has been met in the document manager area. Any ideas on how I can expand the amount of space I'm given? Tips are appreciated. :D