In My Field of Flowers

Disclaimer: I do NOT own ANY Final Fantasy VIII characters, though I wished.

Rated: R/for now

!WARNINGS! A classic Mary-Sue fic! If you don't like girls mysteriously finding their way in the world of Final Fantasy VIII then, I suggest you leave as quickly as possible.

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Summary: Seventeen year old Lisa Cardaci, spends her birthday in Japan to meet with Executive Producer, Hironobu Sakaguchi. What does that have to do with her winding up outside of Balamb a week before all conflicts?

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time
and hung me on a line
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe I'm a lonely girl
who's in the middle of something
that she doesn't really understand
Maybe I'm a girl and maybe you're the only man
who could ever help me
Baby, won't you help me understand
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time
Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you
Maybe I'm amazed at the way you help me sing my song
Right me when I'm wrong
Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.

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Chapter Sixteen: My Heart Beats So Hard


The only thing left to do for now was relax and I planned on doing so, thoroughly. I found a shower earlier, relieved when the hot water reunited with my skin. Thankful when there was a large supply of soap. Now, I lay on this stupid bed, not knowing what to say to Squall anymore. I was lost. My body yearned for him, wanted him to
tell me this is real.

My thoughts evaporated when Squall knocked at the door, hair soaked in his face from his own shower. It was weird seeing him without his jacket, but it was also refreshing, as if he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. All that I wanted was him here with me, for a long while. It doesn't have to be a week, just a few more hours.

"I was lost..." I whispered to him, wiping at the tears that had escaped down my cheeks.

He didn't know what to say, I could see it in his eyes, even as he wrapped his arms around me. The light pulse against his chest had me smiling, I had finally calmed down. Squall noticed this, tracing his finger tips along my spine, and up to my neck.

"You're being so gentle." I looked up at him, moving the damp strands of hair away from his face.

He chuckled, lightly. "What would you have me be? Cold as usual or maybe distant?"

I shook my head, holding onto him tighter, afraid that my words had actually pushed him away. I didn't need to be abandoned, especially now that I'm the sorceress. To fall back into that state I was in, alone, never knowing what was real, and what wasn't. I- did know that this was real and it was the only thing I had.

"You make me gentle," he said against my ear, lingering for a bit. "You made me a wreck when I saw you on that bed. So lifeless and pale. I knew that if I called for you, you couldn't just get up and..."

He pulled back, resting his forehead against me, as he cradled my ears to direct my mouth in a searing kiss. It was soft at first, testing out the measures. I wanted it to feel real, to be real. My hands rested upon his own, reveling at the contact of his fingers and not leather.

Squall drew back for a moment, forcing our mouths to separate. I wasn't’t adverse to the loss of contact, as he rested his temple against mine, and gently, his finger tips stroked down the sides of my jaw at a slow, lingering pace. I watched him for a moment, he seemed ages away, his eyes closed, long, ash colored lashes place downwards on his cheeks, making him appear almost demure. But he was close, atleast a feather whisper away from my lips.

"Squall…?" I murmured, almost regretful that I broke the soothing quiet. The comforting sound of his heartbeat and shallow breathing. Everything about him was intoxicating right now, almost making it impossible to breathe. His eyes opened, bright cobalt blue staring back warmness and need. He exhaled, deeply against my mouth, as I mused, "You zoned out on me for a minute there…"

"I’m here," Squall said, lazily. He allowed me a short intake of breath, before leaning forward, covering my mouth with his sensual lips. I reacted, breathing through my nose, as his tongue, expertly coaxed my lower lip to give, granting him access to my mouth. Pink spread up over my cheeks, as I felt his hands move away from my face, making their way, languorously down over my shoulders, and to my waist.

Those calloused fingers moved just above the hem of my jeans, teasing his hands over the zipper. He was far too good at this, I concluded, as my arms enveloped his shoulders, shifting onto my knees.

There was times when being of small stature came in useful and didn't’t. And this was a time it wasn't’t going to come useful. It was uncomfortable, trying to be the same height as someone about a whole foot bigger than you, at the same time as trying to be intimate, but Squall made it, surprisingly easy. His arms skimmed down further, greeting the crook of my knees, easing me onto my back.

I panted, trying to gasp in air, but receiving no leisure. My fingers scraped through the messy brunette strands, as Squall’s tongue darted into my mouth. Licking against my palette, twisting and swirling expertly, while he held himself above me, with the support of his left fist. The other hand, fingered beneath my shirt, against my skin, dipping occasionally beneath my jean's waist line. My hands dipped beneath the material of his shirt, skimming across his rippling, heated muscles, still slightly damp from the shower.

If I don't stop this, it's going to get out of hand. "Squall we have to-"

I could barely get my words out, as he directs his mouth to my neck. He pulls back, lightly blowing at the warm trail on my throat, a soft smirk on his lips as I writhe beneath him. "We have to what, exactly?"

Hyne, he was making this hard. I grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him to me for a hug. Squall's heart thumped, rapidly against my chest, and his soft pants had my insides quaking. I did this much to him? My hands moved through his hair, shutting my eyes at the intense shivers of his assaults.

"You're right," he breathed. "This is too much for you."

I laughed, snidely. "You wished."

"After this we're going back to Esthar, we can stay there for a little bit." I looked over at Squall, nodding at his decision. I smile, grabbing onto his hand.

"I'm not letting them take you," he says, finally. "I know what you are and you'll be safe as along as they don't know about it."

I felt transparent, like my opinions don't matter anymore. I was wanted, by anyone who's life was destroyed by a sorceress. I never meant for this to happen, to wind up in Balamb, or fall in love. This is love, right? Sitting next to the person that you'd never want to get up from or leave. To constantly want to hold that person and discover anything that you don't know about them.

I want to wake up next to him and know that everything is over. I want to be home again and hug my parents. I want them to know that I'm okay and that I never meant to be so distant. This isn't about what I want, though. It stopped being what I wanted a long time ago. I was content on finishing what I started. I was going to end this game.

It's all it was a game. I know how to defeat the enemy, 'cause I've done it before. I know it's pulse and the line between it's shoulder and jugular. I knew the instrument that I'd use to destroy it. It was no longer any game, it was a routine game. Everything comes in routines. Everything has been going the way I predicted. I was their protectors, their informers, and their only light.

Was I becoming weak infront of them? No. I still knew the outcome of this story. I knew that everything will sort itself out and that they'll all be fine. I'd probably wind up going home and possibly forgetting all of this. But I didn't want to forget about all of this. This was what I was searching for, what I told Hironobu about. I wanted to find Balamb, a world with mystery, danger, adventures, and heroes. I was here and caught up in the middle of it.


It was what I wished for.
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