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Chapter 8

Rush

A dozen quips and silly flirts menaced to burst forth as he often did, but the ninja his tongue and remained silent. The silence in this otherworldly tunnel should not be broken by mere attempts at humor to ease the mood and mask his unease as he watched her. She simply stood, straight as an arrow, eyes lost in thought somewhere ahead and lips slightly parted in contemplation. The simple picture burned at the back of his eyes, so beautiful was it. His foot moved in her direction, boot creaking on crystal shards, making her turn around to face him.

Her eyes are burning through me. I didn't want to disturb your peace, simply bask in it. I'm sorry.


Rydia held her gaze on him, not speaking a word, simply being. A vague reflect of confusion marred her features, as if she had just woken up. Inside his chest, the pressure welled up, menacing to rupture his ribcage to get out. Blood sloshed through his veins like molten lava and he realized, surprised, that he was trembling.

Edge wanted to speak so badly, yet his throat felt crushed in a titan's grip and barely a wheeze could make it through. Choked, he pinched his silken veil and lowered it, exposing his face to the air and breathing deeply. The cloth was humid from his rapid breath, rapidly freezing with the moon's cold air.

Calm, still as the earth.

"I... hum..."

His murmur echoed on the facets of quartz emerging from the wall, breaking the dream of silence. The prince felt like an idiot, an animal corned by a beast who wanted nothing less than bolt with all his might toward the light and freedom. Yet, the spell of her eyes kept him petrified in place as the green-haired maiden approached him. She lowered her irises from his face, glancing in curiosity at the mass of silver cloth around his neck.

So close, she is so... very... close...

He mustered all the willpower he could to keep his hands to his sides, tightly clenched, nails scraping at his palms painfully. He did not know what he wanted, but her proximity made his senses scream, his nerves twist into knots beneath his skin like so many snakes. A dragon looking at him like prey would have had less effect on him.

Run... go away... Dear gods...

Eyes wide, he saw her raise tentative fingers to his lowered mask, curious.

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The frost lining the fabric glinted in the soft light, evolving and blinking at her. What really mesmerized her was the pulse, strong and erratic, rising and falling on the sides of his neck. The skin tightened and boomed, so noticeable from up close, singing life and shocking emotion from his flesh.

So vibrant... So full of fire...

Her own cold body responded, surprising her. She kept her gaze fixed, afraid to show any expression to him. Inner currents took speed, rising from her chest to her temples and down to her legs. Rydia felt dizzy, intoxicated. She had delved deep to find answers, and he had them all along.

Such a rush! Why am I feeling this way?


The mage closed her eyes, searching inside for the source of her exhilarating turmoil, letting her conscience float in the flow. As if on instinct, her index stroking the smooth material slid toward Edge, brushing the sensitive skin. Tendons straightened under her touch, rippling when the ninja tried to clear his throat discreetly.

Looking up at the sound, midway between a growl and a purr, she drowned in his stormy orbs. Never before had she seen such a look thrown her way. Full of tenderness, yet hot and smoldering, and hungry, so famished... She shivered, feeling naked and vulnerable all of a sudden.

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He almost lost it when he felt hot, satin-like fingers lightly stroke his flesh. Eyes wide open, he bit down a groan, too terrified to break the moment, too afraid to look away in case it was a mere illusion. Rydia glanced up, meeting his gaze with her own sea green look.

Heavens... she is so... beautiful!


He drank the sight of her, mesmerized by her presence, wishing this would last forever. His blood boiled and his heart poured through his pupils and yet she held his eyes into hers, fascinated. It was all too good to be true, too surreal to be happening. His stare took in the soft shape of her face, the upturned nose, impish. Her chin rose slightly in her direction, surmounted by faintly parted lips, jade locks falling in soft curls to her neck.

I can't... help myself...


His hand climbed from his side, trembling like a leaf. Quivering fingers made contact with the glossy tresses, a ghost touch barely disturbing them. His heart fluttered, tormenting his senses with boiling streams from one end to the next. Edge was walking head on into taunting promises and tantalizing illusions but for the life of him, he could not stop. Nervous, he wet his parched lips.

Her eyes are so alive, glinting!


She still looked at him, lost in sight as if seeking answers within her very soul. His focus danced around her features, wishing he had enough strength to close his eyes and run away, look for a way out of this. Surely she did not mean to... It was too good that... But wasn't it what he always wanted ever since he met her? Could he really deny himself all his dreams and desires?

Argn, temptation!


A flurry of indecision shook his limbs and he couldn't help caressing a lone curl, barely tracing his finger across the surface of her cheek. Rydia's eyes half-closed in surprise and the slightest of moans hummed from her throat.

His will shattered.

Forgive me!

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The frozen casket encasing her feelings splintered and vanished as soon as his mouth closed on hers, steaming hot and capturing it in animal frenzy. She dared not look, melting instead in the flow of heat engulfing her in earnest. It was tantalizing, demanding and screaming of urgency, taunting her senses, reviving her own passions.

Her lips moved, catching his in the dance, responding in kind and challenging him. Her temples boomed almost painfully, her breath coming in pants, yet she would not relent, she could not get enough of this, of him.

Closer... must...

Rydia latched on Edge, pressing herself on him, feeling the turbulent heart beneath his skin drum against hers. Her hand by his mask grabbed the silk and tugged him down to her, sliding behind his head to push up on her, while the others crawled to his back. He was effectively pinned in place with no way out.

The ninja enlaced her forcefully, trembling with suppressed furor, tender yet forceful, as if ensure how to grip her. He briefly broke contact with her lips, breathing hard, looking at her with those smoldering, thunderous eyes. His cheeks were flushed, silver hair in complete disarray and brow shiny with sweat, gaping at her in total amazement.

No... don't... stop! I...

The summoner half-clouded her sight, frustrated. The air coming from his lungs rasped against his throat, inhaling as if he would drown, and her gaze fell to the base of his neck. Rabid, she bit down on his skin, hard, making him gasp, seize her in force.

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What are you doing to me?


He was a wolf, a predator, a shadow in the night hunting for her yet never laying a paw, too cautious. And now he was the quarry himself, defeated by her and her intoxicating presence, unable to raise anything in defense. Her jaws closed on his throat like a vampire and he almost swooned.

I can't hold on... Gods!


He grabbed her shoulders, pressing her to his chest, as if closeness could make them one and only, could quench the wildfire that knew no bounds in his every nerve. Burying his face in her hair, he groaned with the pain and she scratched his back with nails, breaking his dreamlike haze.

She's not herself... I can't...


What little sanity remained in the clouds of his mind screamed wrongness at him. Here he was, struck dumb by her, while she clearly was acting for reasons that made no sense. Stabbing his heart, he had to recognize she did not do this out of affection and would probably resent him afterward for playing along, or feel guilty for being the instigator.

Wrong, wrong, I started it!

Edge moved his head back, he had to do something, could not live through this if he fell in with his moods and whims. Feverish eyes locked on him, angry, ravenous, and ablaze with something akin to madness. Was she really conscious of what they were doing?

Forgive me, forgive me... What did I do?!

Mustering his resolve, he removed her hands delicately, caressing her shoulder, avoiding her eyes.

"I'm sorry Rydia... So very sorry, I'm a fool..."

His eyes felt humid, and he turned around.

"I love you too much to do this to you..."

She had no time to act: he leaped high and disappeared in the shadows of the moon, leaving her alone and cold.
Caves of Narshe: Final Fantasy IV
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