Here it is: the final chapter. I'm surprised at how many hits this got, thanks! Terribly sorry for the wait. Enjoy.

What I had planned was a nice, relaxing bath.

That, however, was completely destroyed by Raki's arrival. He was panting like a beached whale, face red from exertion.

Damn this kid... I love him, yes, but there was only so much I could take.

"What is it, Raki? What happened? Where's Miria?" I asked patiently, already half in the water. It seems he had just noticed my nakedness because he turned a shade redder then he already was from running.

The boy let out a stream of half-stammered, half-panted speech and I managed to understand a few words. My eyes narrowed, "Miria's wounded from a fight with an Awakened Being?"

He nodded, swallowed a few times then, gasped out, "It's Jean, she's alive! Miria wanted to make sure she wouldn't hurt anybody so she challenged her to a fight! Then, Jean Awakened and injured Miria!"

My heart paused mid-beat, then it's efforts quadrupled, "... What?"

"I'm not sure how badly injured she is, you have to hurry!"

"B-but I didn't sense any yoma energy-"

As if on cue, a sharp flare of energy came from the west mountains.

"Shit! Raki, stay here whatever happens. I'll go and help Miria!" As quickly as my drenched skin let me, I pulled my clothes on and hauled ass.

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I arrived at my destination in no time and immediately began scouring the mountain side for blood, displaced earth, broken trees; anything that signified a battle had occurred.

Eventually, I came upon a cave opening, light shining faintly from it's innards.

Approaching without a weapon might be a dumb idea, but Miria couldn't exactly wait while I rushed home to grab my claymore. Time was of the essence. Cautiously, I edged forward, venturing deeper and deeper until I came to a circular cavern.

On one wall, I waterfall bubbled, rising from an underground spring and in the direct center was a merry fire, it's light reflecting off of the water's surface.

Beside the waterfall was another passage in which two silver eyes hung,"Hello, Clare. It's been a while."

I stood stock-still, outwardly calm, but inside, I was trying not to panic as a woman stepped out of the shadows, clad in the same uniform I was.

"Jean..."

She was just as I remembered her: slim willowy build, blond hair hanging in her eyes and that same gentle smile on her elegant face. Those silver eyes that marked us as half-monsters only marked her as an exotic beauty. An exotic, dangerous, beauty.

"Where's Miria?"

She padded closer, stopping a few paces in front of me, "Around, I imagine. Sorry about scaring Raki, but I had to get rid of him and get you to come here."

I stiffened, "He told me you two were fighting."

Jean held her arms away from her body as if to prove she was harmless, "I admit we did, but Miria merely wanted to test my limits and make sure I wouldn't harm anyone. Her wounds were superficial."

A heavy silence formed for several seconds.

"How are you even here!?" My voice cracked despite my best efforts, "I saw you die!"

"No, you saw me fall." The blond warrior corrected, "As you can see, I am very much alive."

Suddenly, she closed the gap between us, face inches from mine, "One would think you weren't glad to see me..." That smile was replaced by a questioning look.

Without a thought, the words left my mouth: "Of course I'm glad to see you! I've been wanting to see you because I never got a chance to..." I trailed off, not totally prepared to admit what my heart wanted me too. I loved her or, at least, as close to love as our kind could manage. But would she feel the same?

"A chance to...?" The woman prompted. Her eyes focused intently on mine and I found I couldn't look away.

"Ever since you died... I've regretted not telling you... how I feel." I took a deep, steadying breath, "Jean-"

And all conscious thought left as her lips met mine in a kiss. It was short, chaste, but it still shocked me, "Jean-?"

"Relax, Clare. I know how you feel." I must have look surprised because she added, "You held on to me a bit too tightly that first time we met. I had my suspicions and this confirms it."

And that was it- I needed her now. My eyes flicked from her haunting silver eyes to her lips and, taking the hint, Jean leaned in again.

This time, the kiss was all the lust, bottled up for what felt like forever, and a question. A question that was answered by Jean pushing me to the cave floor and straddling my hips. Slim fingers slid under the hem of my shirt and yanked it up, pausing our kiss for a moment as the article was disposed of.

The uniform was skin tight and most chose to wear nothing underneath, myself included. I thanked whatever gods came into mind for that as Jean's hands brushed over my stomach on their way to my now-soaking pants. They were pulled down and thrown across the room to join my shirt.

Now I was completely bare to Jean's gaze and we separated, breathing shallow. Jean leaned back a bit, silver eyes trailing down the length of my body. Then, she pressed her lips to mine before making a trail of butterfly kisses down to my collarbone which she nipped. "Are you sure about this, Clare?"

The uncertainty in her eyes stopped me from laughing, 'A bit late for that now!' and instead, I nodded.

Satisfied, she returned to her previous task, mouth dropping lower to envelope the tip of an erect nipple, making me gasp and arch my back. One hand went to my unoccupied breast as her tongue circled it's prize, the fingers massaging and kneading.

I whimpered, tugging her hair so that I could kiss her again and she came obligingly. My focus, however, was on the hand that was tracing an intricate pattern on my inner thigh. It slid higher to cup my sex.

I gasped.

"You're really, really, wet." Jean teased. With a lone digit, she traced my slit, then brought it up to her mouth to taste, "Mmmm."

"Don't... tease... me," I ground out, earning a grin. The blond warrior's hand returned to it's previous location, fluttering over the triangle of golden hair that protected my secret flesh from prying eyes.

Without warning, two fingers were thrust into me and, with a ripping sensation, my hymen was severed. There was no time to feel pain as pressure built up in my stomach, a spiral of pleasure that wound tighter and tighter, it's destination: a heaven on Earth.

A moan was ripped from my throat as her thumb flicked my clit and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, biting down on it's elegant curve as my hips met her thrust by thrust of their own volition.

A third finger was added and I saw stars as my climax made my body go rigid and my vaginal walls clenched in an attempt to prolong the sensation.

Jean didn't stop until the last shudder left my body and when it did, she pulled out her fingers and licked them off slowly, enticingly.

The moment I regained my breath, I shifted my weight, taking Jean by surprise and flipping her onto her back. The tables were turned and I took full advantage of it. "You know, I've been wanting to do this forever," I mused, enjoying the look of hunger on my new-found lover's face. Impatiently, I stripped her, almost tearing the fabric from her body in my haste. As mentioned before, the skin tight uniform left very little room for undergarments.

I positioned myself between her legs, one hand on the small of her back and the other on her stomach. Her sex was completely bare, giving me a clear view of the pearl nestled between her femenin lips and, moving by pure instinct, I stuck my tongue out and traced her labia, finding her taste strange, but good. Tangy and sharp. I found her hymen, but decided to leave that for another time.

If I had my way, there would be many other times.

She gasped sharply as I used the index finger on both hands to part her folds and lick at the pink flesh within. I listened carefully to each response I got -a moan here, a soft yelp there- creating a map of the amazing body before me with a meticulousness that left her writhing.

Jean screamed my name as she came.

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Amazing, no? I had lost my virginity, regained a friend(now lover) and found love.

All in the Aftermath of Pieta.

Whatever happened to Raki?(for those of you who are wondering what he and Miria were doing)

"Miria, you're ok!" Raki yelled, rushing forward to let the warrior into the house.

The moment the door opened, Miria stepped inside and shut it behind her, "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Her sleeve was torn from the slash he had seen her receive, but the pale skin remained unmarred.

"B-but Jean Awakened and-"

"And gave me a scratch," the woman interrupted, "really, Raki, you love blowing things out of proportion."

The boy blushed, then cocked his head, "Where's Clare? She left to get you about ten minutes ago."

"With Jean, I would imagine. They should be back-" Her statement was interrupted by the sound of Jean screaming Clare's name. "-By tommorow at least."

Raki's expression was perplexed, "Was that Jean?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't we go and see if she needs help?"

"No... I don't think they'd like that."

"... Why?"

Miria put an arm around the young man's shoulders and led him away from the door, ignoring his blush, "Perhaps I'll tell you later... when you're older."

Fin.

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