A Knight's Devotion
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Category:
Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy IX
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,320
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy IX, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Knight's Devotion
*I do not own or have any part in owning any part of SquareSoft, Squeenix or any of their characters.*
The room was completely dark as Garnet shifted underneath her sheets. She had been waiting. Earlier that day, Beatrix had told her to wait for her, and she was doing so as patiently as she could. As she restlessly tossed waiting for her love to arrive, she could hear her legs slipping past each other under her white satin sheets. The quiet rustling was comforting, and brought a soft sense of reality to the small tension that was building in her stomach, making her feel more at ease. She stared up at the ceiling and felt her eyes beginning to close. She rested her heavy eyes and drifted into a light sleep as she waited.
A soft knock came at the door, rousing her. "May I enter, Highness?” she heard Beatrix say quietly from the other side of the door.
"Of course", she said with a bit of not altogether revealing anticipation as she lifted her covers and stood beside her bed. Beatrix entered silently, shutting the door behind her. She stood by the door, letting her eyes adjust to the dark of the room, lit only by moonlight from the Queen's windows. The two stood silently, gazing at one another. Beatrix had come without her sword, and stood there only in her guarding attire. "I came as soon as I could, your Highness", she said shakily, as she stood taking in the sight of the woman she had come to love so much, standing beside her bed in her long, elegant nightgown. Garnet could feel the devotion pouring out of Beatrix's watchful gaze.
"Please, come here", she said, motioning for Beatrix to come near. Beatrix nodded and could feel her knees begin to shake as she quietly crossed the Queen's grand bedroom, coming to a stop before her, resisting the urge to bow as she always had before Garnet. Beatrix found it incredibly difficult to disguise her look of tension behind her mask of command and strength when she was standing this close to Garnet.
"I did not mean to wake you", Beatrix finally said after the two had silently gazed at one another for some time. "You were asleep, weren't you?"
"I would have waited all night", Garnet said warmly, bringing a smile to Beatrix's face. Even in the dim light beside the bed, Garnet could see that Beatrix was blushing. She was not accustomed to the Queen, or anyone, looking at her with such affection. As the blush faded from her cheeks she could feel her desire to put her arms around the Queen start to make her shoulders ache. She resisted the feeling with everything in her, until she saw the smile on the Queen’s face. Beatrix felt herself grow weak at the sight of the magnificent object of her affection smiling there before her. A small sigh escaped Beatrix’s lips, and the two would have been quite contented to stand there all night and silently admire each other.
Garnet, sensing a small fraction of the power she held over Beatrix, raised her right hand to run her fingers through her loyal servant’s hair, tucking it wistfully behind her ear. Beatrix closed her eyes, feeling Garnet’s soft touch. She leaned into Garnets palm as it rested on her cheek. “You are so beautiful, my Que—”
“Shhhhhhh. You needn’t call me your Queen here. Here… here we are equal.” Beatrix brought her hands to Garnet’s face, bringing her closer, their foreheads almost touching.
“I…”, Beatrix hesitated. Garnet gave Beatrix a reassuring look and a smile that melted her heart in the most amazing way. “I love you… Garnet. I have loved you for so long”. Garnet made up her mind in that moment. She placed her arms around her love’s neck.
“Beatrix… I love you too.” Beatrix was unable to speak. Garnet’s hold on her was the most marvelous, powerful thing she had ever felt, and she had no desire to ever be released from it. Beatrix felt short of breath as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Garnet drew Beatrix’s body against hers, feeling the comfort of her frame. She wiped the tears from Beatrix’s face with one hand, drawing her close with the other. With a flash of intensity, Garnet drew Beatrix in and pressed their lips together. Beatrix had never felt anything so passionate surging inside her. She wrapped her arms around her Queen, deepening their kiss. The heat from their embrace permeated their bodies, the love between them finally evident and tangible. Beatrix felt her lips part as if by memory as Garnet ran her tongue across them, and the pure passion as their tongues danced around each other, discovering the feeling of each other. Their kiss grew deeper as they pressed against each other, subsiding as they relaxed. They stood there, letting their passion rise and fall, relishing how they were able to finally express their desire for one another, here in the dark. Garnet delicately broke their kiss to fully embrace her love, resting her head on Beatrix’s shoulder. “Stay with me”, she whispered to Beatrix, who no longer looked at her with unknowing longing, but with clear love.
The room was completely dark as Garnet shifted underneath her sheets. She had been waiting. Earlier that day, Beatrix had told her to wait for her, and she was doing so as patiently as she could. As she restlessly tossed waiting for her love to arrive, she could hear her legs slipping past each other under her white satin sheets. The quiet rustling was comforting, and brought a soft sense of reality to the small tension that was building in her stomach, making her feel more at ease. She stared up at the ceiling and felt her eyes beginning to close. She rested her heavy eyes and drifted into a light sleep as she waited.
A soft knock came at the door, rousing her. "May I enter, Highness?” she heard Beatrix say quietly from the other side of the door.
"Of course", she said with a bit of not altogether revealing anticipation as she lifted her covers and stood beside her bed. Beatrix entered silently, shutting the door behind her. She stood by the door, letting her eyes adjust to the dark of the room, lit only by moonlight from the Queen's windows. The two stood silently, gazing at one another. Beatrix had come without her sword, and stood there only in her guarding attire. "I came as soon as I could, your Highness", she said shakily, as she stood taking in the sight of the woman she had come to love so much, standing beside her bed in her long, elegant nightgown. Garnet could feel the devotion pouring out of Beatrix's watchful gaze.
"Please, come here", she said, motioning for Beatrix to come near. Beatrix nodded and could feel her knees begin to shake as she quietly crossed the Queen's grand bedroom, coming to a stop before her, resisting the urge to bow as she always had before Garnet. Beatrix found it incredibly difficult to disguise her look of tension behind her mask of command and strength when she was standing this close to Garnet.
"I did not mean to wake you", Beatrix finally said after the two had silently gazed at one another for some time. "You were asleep, weren't you?"
"I would have waited all night", Garnet said warmly, bringing a smile to Beatrix's face. Even in the dim light beside the bed, Garnet could see that Beatrix was blushing. She was not accustomed to the Queen, or anyone, looking at her with such affection. As the blush faded from her cheeks she could feel her desire to put her arms around the Queen start to make her shoulders ache. She resisted the feeling with everything in her, until she saw the smile on the Queen’s face. Beatrix felt herself grow weak at the sight of the magnificent object of her affection smiling there before her. A small sigh escaped Beatrix’s lips, and the two would have been quite contented to stand there all night and silently admire each other.
Garnet, sensing a small fraction of the power she held over Beatrix, raised her right hand to run her fingers through her loyal servant’s hair, tucking it wistfully behind her ear. Beatrix closed her eyes, feeling Garnet’s soft touch. She leaned into Garnets palm as it rested on her cheek. “You are so beautiful, my Que—”
“Shhhhhhh. You needn’t call me your Queen here. Here… here we are equal.” Beatrix brought her hands to Garnet’s face, bringing her closer, their foreheads almost touching.
“I…”, Beatrix hesitated. Garnet gave Beatrix a reassuring look and a smile that melted her heart in the most amazing way. “I love you… Garnet. I have loved you for so long”. Garnet made up her mind in that moment. She placed her arms around her love’s neck.
“Beatrix… I love you too.” Beatrix was unable to speak. Garnet’s hold on her was the most marvelous, powerful thing she had ever felt, and she had no desire to ever be released from it. Beatrix felt short of breath as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Garnet drew Beatrix’s body against hers, feeling the comfort of her frame. She wiped the tears from Beatrix’s face with one hand, drawing her close with the other. With a flash of intensity, Garnet drew Beatrix in and pressed their lips together. Beatrix had never felt anything so passionate surging inside her. She wrapped her arms around her Queen, deepening their kiss. The heat from their embrace permeated their bodies, the love between them finally evident and tangible. Beatrix felt her lips part as if by memory as Garnet ran her tongue across them, and the pure passion as their tongues danced around each other, discovering the feeling of each other. Their kiss grew deeper as they pressed against each other, subsiding as they relaxed. They stood there, letting their passion rise and fall, relishing how they were able to finally express their desire for one another, here in the dark. Garnet delicately broke their kiss to fully embrace her love, resting her head on Beatrix’s shoulder. “Stay with me”, she whispered to Beatrix, who no longer looked at her with unknowing longing, but with clear love.