Warning: It's lemon, people
It's in Rikku's POV, and both might be a little OoC.
Oops
I look around our camp at the Calm Lands carefully, making sure no one is really there. This is just too good to be true, me and him totally alone, for longer than a day. But you never know with these people, they could be just around the corner, waiting for me to do something stupid. And I am going to do something stupid, because really, I am alone with him, and he's sleeping. And I always do something stupid when I'm alone with him.
I read Yuna's letter once again, making sure it's real, for the umpteenth time these five minutes since I woke up. It's addressed to Auron (how mean!), but I'm a thief, and you can't trust a thief not to steal.
Auron,
Your fellow guardians have convinced me to go to the carnival at the east side of the Calm Lands, and we'll be back around nightfall. You and Rikku were asleep, and we didn't want to wake you. Tell Rikku we're very sorry we didn't bring her. Please take good care of her, and if she annoys you, count to ten slowly, please. Don't do anything you'll regret.
Yuna
I think it's rather rude of her to assume that I'll annoy him. It's more likely that he'll annoy me,with his sexy, totally unreachable goodyness following him around all the time.
Anyway, I've got until nightfall to spy on him, while thinking all sorts of naughty things I used to never think about. But, as I said earlier, he's sleeping, which in itself is a major bonus for me, for I get to be obsessed about him without him noticing.
Realising I'm wasting time staring at the Letter of Fortune, I quietly make my way towards his tent. Auron's tent. Auron's. Auron's strong arms around me. Auron's husky, masculine voice in my ear as he pulls me close to him. Auron's muscled chest against mine as he kisses me fiercely. Auron's large hands reaching for my… Wait, what was I doing again? Oh, right, sneaking into his tent. It's better to avoid thinking his name for a while, don't you think? I keep forgetting everything else when I do.
I open his tent flap so quietly I surprise myself, then make my way over to the sleeping form of his Legendary Guardian-ness. I didn't even know the dead could sleep, but he's definitely doing it. You can tell by the way he's relaxed, which he usually isn't. He normally goes to bed after everybody else, and wakes before everybody else too, so no one's actually seen him relaxed before. Except for me, because I spy on him all the time.
He caught me spying on him once (though I think he knew I was watching way before then), when he was sharpening his giant sword near the campfire. He grumbled something like, "Have you had enough of me yet?", and I fled in embarrassment.
I hadn't been able to look at him without getting crimson and blubbering foolishness around him for two full weeks. Not that that was or is an abnormality, I'm not exactly capable of being subtle around him. I am when everybody else is around, but when we're alone, I'm either doing something extremely embarrassing to make him smirk (I love his smirking face) , teasing him till he explodes ( I love his angry face), or flirting with him (though I don't think he sees me trying on his sunglasses and then winking at him as flirting) until he just has to smile at me (I love his smiling face the most).
And about him being dead, I think that just adds to his positive side, really. What dead guy has a body like his, you know? I knew he was Unsent even before I fell in love with him (because I know it's love), but that didn't stop me from falling for him anyway. It will probably hurt more in the long-run, I figure, but it's not like he'll ever return my feelings anyway. And you can't choose the one you love, you know?
I have been sitting here for fifteen minutes now, staring at him, but it feels like it's only been a second. I could watch him for an eternity and never get bored. And that's saying something, because I get bored easily. I'm taking in every detail of his face, his impressive, scarred, bare chest, the rest of his body underneath a thin blanket, when suddenly he stirs.
Oops.
But instead of waking up, he mumbles something that sounds awfully like my name, but that's probably just wistful thinking on my part. I continue to watch him, amazed, as he suddenly lets a moan escape him. The moan turns into moaning, and my eyes grow big as a part of his anatomy grows bigger too. I just can't stop staring. He's dreaming. He's dreaming, dreaming. My heart starts pounding in my chest and I feel a heat pour between my legs. Uh oh. Now is not a good time! I have to get away before he catches me staring at him during a very…heh… vulnerable moment.
I reluctantly start to crawl away, but his gruff voice, in between his groans, stops me in my tracks. No way.
"Rikku…"
I definitely heard it this time, there's no mistake. He is dreaming about me. He is dreaming about me.
Interesting development, I have to say. Guess the winking did work after all. Deciding leaving would be a stupid thing to do, considering I had perfect right to be here ( he's dreaming about me after all), I crawl back to my spot beside him. My heart is still beating like mad, and my mind is working on overdrive trying to understand why he would be dreaming about me. He wouldn't like me, would he? I mean, come on, he's way better than me in every way. He's smart, handsome, strong, brave, fair, serious, sexy, take your pick. He's all the things I'm not. He's perfect, and I'm just…me.
Wow, way to go with the pep-talk, Rikku. Really.
But in his dream I must really be something, 'cause he's moaning like mad, my name coming from his lips every few moans. Wow. That heat between my legs? Yep, still alive and kicking. I gasp when I dare to look at his assets again. Suddenly, all I can think about is ripping the blanket away and just look for real. He's asleep, after all. He'll never know.
I lean forward slowly, my hand reaching for the offending blanket. I grasp it and pull it off, but before I can steal a glance, my world tilts and I'm on my back in a fraction of a second. My wrists are held up above my head by one of his large hands, and my frail body is trapped under his powerful bulk of muscles.
That stupid thing I told you I was gonna do? This was it. Apparently he wakes up easily. How was I supposed to know, huh?
I swallow when I look into his beautiful face, hovering right above me. My swirly green eyes stare into his bronze depth. Actually, it's more of a dark granite right now. He looks awfully dangerous, and I gulp again. Not because I'm scared though. Nope, entirely different reason.
"What are you doing in here?", he asks angrily, his husky voice just above a whisper.
I don't think he meant for it to sound so sexy, but holy machina, it sure was. I open my mouth to answer, but the only sound that comes out is a needy groan.
Oops.
He stares at me for a second, then seems to realise the position we're in. I'm lying on my back, breathing heavily. Auron is leaning over me, his body pressed against mine. One of his arms is still busy trapping my hands, while the other is holding him up, his wrist against my hip. The erection he got from his dream presses into my thigh angrily, and I have to clench my jaw to keep from bucking my hips. The fact he's only wearing boxers doesn't help me any. I notice that the fact I'm only wearing shorts and a tank top doesn't help him any either.
Because he's too good for his own good, he tries to pull away quickly, but I'm really not in the mood to break this moment. So I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him back against me roughly. He stares at me again, and I stare right back, daring him to try it again.
I decide I really want to kiss him, and I move towards him to do just that, when I see him back away from me. Wow, talk about your self-control. But not today, mister Legendary Guardian, not today.
I struggle against his grip on my wrists, while tightening my grip on his waist with my legs. Don't want him to misunderstand now, you know? Realising he isn't going to let me use my hands to convince him, I try a different tactic.
"Kiss me.", I order, and I'm surprised at how demanding my voice sounds. He is too.
"You don't know what you're asking.", he answers, and I can see he's struggling to get his feelings under control, for his eyes are a mixture of lust, passion, and reasoning. The reasoning has to go. Now.
"I wasn't asking", I say. Oooh, nice one. Stick me in a room alone with Auron more often.
No, really.
"I cannot. It's not right."
Stupid reasoning, go away! Shoo!
"The fact that you're older, or the fact that you're Unsent really doesn't bother me. It bothers me that you still haven't kissed me. I am in love with you, and you just had a pretty steamy dream about me, so I don't see what the problem is, you big meanie."
He's really shocked now, I can tell. I think it's either because I said that super-fast, or because I said I knew he is dead, or because I said I am… in love… with him…
Oops.
Fortunately, his shock had released his hold on my wrists, and I immediately throw my arms around his neck and pull his face towards mine in a second. Our noses touch, and before he can say anything, I press my lips against his.
I have a feeling he's still paralysed, 'cause he ain't responding. He's not doing anything, actually. Not good for my self-confidence, let me tell ya.
Okay, so it's my first kiss, big deal! I totally don't care he's blowing me off! Really!
Time to stop embarrassing myself and leave while I can still hold back my tears.
I pull back and release my death-grip on his body, and I try to push him off. I close my eyes, trying to keep from crying. I freeze when I feel his callused hand graze my cheek. I open my eyes slowly and gasp. His face is millimetres away from mine, and his eye bores into me.
"Rikku…", he says, and the way he says it, so gently, it makes my heart flutter. Hope sparks my eyes when I see his face hold so much gentleness and affection.
This time, he kisses me, and it's like he just lit my soul on fire. I respond immediately when I feel his tongue grazing my lower lip. My arms and legs wrap around him again as his tongue explores my mouth, and I moan at the sensations he invokes within me.
I graze my tongue with his experimentally, and grow a little bolder as I hear an encouraging growl rumbling from his chest. His hand reaches behind my head, and his rough fingers nestle themselves in my hair. Our tongues battle for dominance, and I rub my hands across his broad back, feeling scars and flexing muscles underneath my fingertips.
We break apart after a few minutes for air, and I curse my lungs quietly, breathing heavily. Auron looks at me calmly, waiting for me to catch my breath. I look up at his beautiful face, and my hand reaches for the scar on his eye. I trace it slowly, and I smile when I see his features relax after a moment of hesitation.
"Is it okay if I count the second one as my first kiss, Auron?", I ask breathily, my cheerfulness reflected in my voice.
He chuckles, and I swear my heart just popped in happiness.
"You may.", he answers, before kissing me passionately again.
I become extremely aware of the way our bodies are pressed together, and of how the erection that dream-me had given him still presses against me. The passion that burns in me suddenly thinks just kissing isn't enough anymore, and I roll my hips against his. I moan at my own movements, and Auron groans. He obviously thinks kissing isn't enough anymore either.
So, what are we waiting for?
I pull his boxers from his body, my feet kicking them away. His hands work their way to the bottom of my tank top, pulling it over my head. His eye blazes as he sees my bare breasts, and he immediately lowers his head to kiss them. I moan in pleasure, and his rough hands work their way towards my shorts, pulling them off swiftly.
I can almost feel as well as see him smirk when he realises I'm not wearing any underwear, and my cheeks grow hot at the lustful look on his face. I can tell he likes my body a lot, for he can't seem to stop staring at me. Apparently my blush reaches my chest, because he snaps out of it and looks at my face again.
"You're beautiful, my little thief.", he tells me in a low, husky voice. I feel my heart popping with happiness again.
He works his way to my face, placing butterfly kisses on my chest, my neck, my cheek, before he reaches my lips once again.
Suddenly, I feel nervous, excited, scared and happy all at once. The one-eyed warrior stops kissing me and looks me in the eye, his face slightly worried.
"Are you sure?", he asks, and I nod quickly, feeling better because of his gentle gaze on me, but still nervous as hell.
"It will hurt.", he murmurs, and I swear he's feeling guilty, I can see it in his eye.
"Auron, I want you to make love to me, now.", I say, and he kisses my temple in response.
He kisses me on the lips one more time, before pushing his length inside of me. I scream as his large member tears through my veil. It's a wonder it even fit, you know? He stays still for a few moments, letting me catch my breath. I shudder as the pain ebbs away, replacing itself with only pleasure. I move my hips slightly, and the wonderful man above me groans in pleasure.
Wow, I didn't even try.
He notices I'm getting impatient, and he chuckles when he sees me mock-glare at him.
"Make love to me, Auron.", I try to order, but it comes out as a whimpered beg.
He moves out of me slowly, before plunging into me again, and I feel the heat between my legs increase. I moan loudly, and even more so when I hear Auron groan out my name in my ear desperately. He sets a rhythm that makes the world go black, and there's only me and Auron. My nails set crescent-patterns in his back, slippery from perspiration. He goes faster and deeper into me, setting my skin on fire with the want for release. My moans turn into pleasured screaming, and Auron's grunts turn into moans as we reach our peak of pleasure together.
We lay together, breathing heavily, Auron's head buried in the crook of my neck, kissing me softly. I let out a giggle as his prickly cheek scratches my skin, and he looks up at me with an amused look on his face.
"What is it?", he asks, and I shiver delightedly at the sound of his rumbling voice.
"Your whiskers are tickling me!", I tell him in my most girlish voice.
He chuckles, and then goes right back to tickling me.
"Meanie!", I mock-yell at him, and he laughs in my hair.
Oooh, I'm melting, people!
He then pulls out of me and I let out a disappointed hiss. I try to pull him back, but instead I get pulled up by him. He leads me out of the tent, totally disregarding the fact we're kinda naked. Not that he's got anything to be embarrassed about. I just can't help but wonder how he knew the others are gone.
He picks up two towels and our clothes when we walk past Lulu's tent (who takes care of the laundry), and then leads me out of the camp, into the Macalania forest. After a two-minute walk of me staring at naked, god-like Auron dreamily, we reach a small lake. Wow, it's like he knows everything, huh?
We walk into the crystal water together, and we stare into each other's eyes as he pours water over my shoulder. My hands rest on his chest, and I sigh dreamily as he caresses my shoulders and arms.
He leans forward and kisses my forehead, before whispering a soft "I love you" in my ear.
I think the machina in Bikanel heard my heart pop this time. And they don't have any ears.
So, what do you think? It's my first Aurikku pairing, so be nice, okay?
I think I'm going to continue this one, even till after X-2.