Summoner's Just Wanna have fun

Yuna came out of the room, too distracted by adjusting her shirt to avoid the spear on the floor.
“What’s that doing here?” she asked Lulu as she picked herself up.
“No idea,” Lulu replied. Yuna just stared at her guardian for a while. If possible, her corset was lower, and she was radiating with afterglow—and it was extremely obvious that that was what it was.
“What happened to you?” Yuna asked.
“What happened to you?” Lulu retorted back.
“What if he wasn’t in the mood for fun?” Yuna asked.
“Then there’d be more than just a spear on the floor—which would be in pieces,” Lulu said, standing up. “So, what’ve we decided?”
“Lets just say he’s not going to hurt anyone,” Yuna said.
“What about his proposal? He seemed really interested in you.”
“It didn’t exactly come up,” Yuna said.
“Well, what are you going to do? Leave the matter hanging forever?”
“When I find the right time and place and way to say no, I’ll go for it. But it’s not exactly polite at the moment,” Yuna said. “I like him, but… I think it’d be a huge mess with another half-breed, plus a summoner doesn’t have much chance to rear a child, now does she?”
“Trust me on this one: kids aren’t’ exactly what was on his mind, but you were definitely thinking ahead.”
“So… it’s okay that I decided to t hit him for dinner?” Yuna asked.
“A summoner take a Maester out for dinner? He’s going to get the wrong idea, Yuna.”
“Oh…” Yuna said. “But he agreed to my guardian. I wanted to…well…”
“You mean your little ‘confrontation’ wasn’t party enough?”
“I just thought it’d be mean to use his money for dinner from now on.”
“Yuna, just have dinner, don’t pretend to be making a party out of it. Just explain it to him. Trust me, from what I saw, he’ll be too confused to protest.”
“You were watching?”
“Would you like to risk not having such a good time?” Lulu asked.
Yuna didn’t argue with her.
“Here, let’s get you to a bathroom, you need to wash up and I have some perfume somewhere.”
“Lulu, you’ve tried this trick before when I started doing Tidus, I told you I don’t swing that way…. Without a guy in addition.”
“Look, you can go and say you’re going to be having to order an extra chair for dinner smelling like thor yor you can follow me and freshen up.”
“No tricks, Lulu,” Yuna said, letting the older woman lead the way.

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Amazingly, Seymour was awaiting them with the others before Lulu and Yuna returned from ‘freshening up.’
As usual he stood around as if he owned the place—well, this particular place he did own—and as if nothing untoward had happened.
He was on the opposite side of Auron, but Tidus seemed to be the one more annoyed with him.
Wakka seemed pleased, however.
Kimahri, as usual, was too feline to figure out when he didn’t voice it or start pointing his spear.
Rikku was too busy eating.
“Well, so much for dinner,” Yuna said.
“Actually, most of it’s garnish,” Rikku said, finishing off the contents of a bowl. “Which doesn’t taste very good.
“Dinner?” Tidus asked, his sulkiness turning into enthusiasm.
“I was going to treat Seymour to dinner,” Yuna said.
“Aww. Why him?” Tidus asked, glaring at Seymour, who pretended he had no idea what was going on.
“I meant him and all of you. He agreed to be my guardian.”
“First he wants to marry you, now he wants to be your guardian?” Tidus complained. “What, are Maesters required to be stalkers or something?”
“I asked him, Tidus,” Yuna said.
“Why?” Tidus asked.
“Why not?” Seymour retorted back. “Other than a pathetic weapon and no clue, what do you have that I don’t that you think makes me ineligible to be a guardian?”
“Technically as Maester I could have you all thrown in jail for having an Al Beh a g a guardian.”
“A what?” Wakka yelled.
Auron shook his head and Lulu seemed just as frustrated.
Rikku was looking for somewhere to hide.
“I’m sorry, if there are secrets to be kept, Yuna, I should be told of them beforehand,” Seymour said.
“I… She didn’t want me to tell anyone who didn’t know… because se thought they’d get mad.”
“We’ve had an Al Behd in our group for all this time?” Wakka asked.
“She’s my cousin, Wakka,” Yuna said. “I’m half Al Behd.”
“Which means technically she should not be allowed to be a summoner,” Seymour stated.
Everyone stopped and turned to him.
“What?” he asked. “In the name and eyes of Yevon a lot of things can be ignored.”
“Like?” Tidus asked.
“Like people who ask too many questions… at least for a while.”

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Seymour wasn’t sure what he thought of these people.
As much as he could, he kept his distance from Auron. Apparently none of these people were bright enough to know they had and unsent with them.
Wakka wouldn’t shut up, Tidus wouldn’t leave him alone, and the Al Behd seemed to have had a bit much sugar in her diet and her personality.
Only the black mage seemed to be good company, though silent. Seymour told her and the others no one had anything to worry about from him. Tidus and Auron seemed to take it as a threat. Lulu seemed to trust him and not trust him at the same time. Rikku said she’d always been overprotective of Yuna. Seymour wondered why she’d said that when he didn’t ask her in the first place. Kimahri’s attitude was that as long as Seymour didn’t give him a reason to put a spear through him, they were friends. The Ronso seemed to have a habit of blending into the background until someone tripped on him.
He forgot they were still in Guadosalam. Here, Auron attracted more attention than he did.
Not that he didn’t get enough attention himself, which he found he could use to his advantage. Quite a few times he reassuringly told those brave enough to approach that he was personally taking care of the situation. As he said it, the person just stared at Auron and slowly backed away.
All but Auron seemed to have quickly shrugged it off.
Once in the restaurant, despite a few strange looks, they were politely lead to a large table.
These people would take longer than he thought to get used to, Seymour realized when he pulled out a chair from Yuna and Tidus yelled at him.
“Would you like me to pull a chair out for you too?” Seymour asked, not understanding what he’d done wrong. It was, after all, his kingdom around here.
“Tidus, leave the Maester alone!” Yuna said, sitting down.
Tidus angrily seated himself.
“Uh…” Wakka said, accidentally out loud.
“Interesting menu,” Auron commented coldly.
“They’re Guadosalam delicacies. I didn’t think that they’d be too foreign for you,” Seymour said. “If the Summoner had wished, we could have remained in the palace and I could have had my servants cook something less exotic for you.”
“Then why are we here?” Tidus asked, lfiping through a menu of barely pronounceable names and wondering how many of the ingredients had previously tried to eat them.
“It was my idea,” Yuna said.
Everyone but Kimahri looked surprised. The Ronso seemed quite content with the idea. “Kimahri like meat.”
“I’m sure there are several meats on there, you’re free to pick… or just let the waiter choose randomly,” Seymour said. Even less that dealing with humans, he no no clue about Ronsos. Was this thing going to make him desert?
Kimahri shrugged and Seymour decided to take that as friendly.
“I know what I want,” Yuna said, prompting everyone else to choose, or, more precisely, argue. “So how long have you been in the priesthood?” Yuna asked.
“I joined at eighteen; that’s the youngest age you can be initiated. I studied under the temples since I was twelve,” he said, removing her hand from his knee, though not sure when it had found it’s way there.
“You must have been pretty lonely,” She said, her hand returning to his leg, this time higher up. Either he was going to get a clue, or he’d find out just how little subtlety she was capable of.
“I… um…” He quickly glanced over at the others. Kimahri was contenting himself with watching the feud, and the others were actively participating in it. So much for a dsionsion. “Well, I can’t really say that I have been. I really haven’t participated in such… activities. It’s hard to miss what you’ve never known.”
“Are there exceptions to this rule?” she asked.
The others were beginning to notice and Seymour began to notice that.
“Of course,” he said, remembering to concentrate on his façade. She was making it quite difficult, now that her hand had found it’s way higher up his leg. “Those who are married are perfectly free to be with their spouses. How could the temples be any salvation to the people if they were a means to keep the population low?”
“Yes, but refusing such a thing can get you in trouble,” Auron commented.
“Refusing?” Seymour asked, doing his best to ignore Yuna’s hand.
At that moment a hesitant waiter cam e over for their orders. The others all ended up pronouncing the names wrong, giving him a bit more time.
“What are you doing?” he whispered to Yuna.
“It’s called flirting,” she whispered back. “You’ll have to get used to it.”
“I would,” he said, moving her hand back to his knee. “If you would take things slower.”
Yuna smiled. He wouldn’t get away with that. She did as she pleased with him, or else.
She kept her hand there as they all finished ordering.
“Where were we?” Auron asked, trying to prompt them all back to the conversation about the dangers of getting involved with someone in the church.
“Who cares?” Tidus asked. “I’m hungry.”
“What’s it like, bein’ a Maester?” Rikku asked, hoping she didn’t give too much away.
“Yeah, tell us,” Wakka said.
“I’m not sure what you’re implying,” he said, not failing to notice Yuna’s hand creep up his leg. “All I really am is a head priest of Spira. Same duties, just more of them and greater importance.”
“You sound as if you don’t take the temples seriously,” Lulu said.
“No, I’m merely stating that I work in the name of Yu Yevon, and that I am not putting myself as so important as he.”
Wakka seemed impressed.
Auron seemed put off.
Rikku seemed confused.
Tidus still seemed pissed.
Kimahri was still an enigma, though one that had yet to show teeth.
“So tell me,” Seymour said to Tidus. “You say you’re from Zanarkand, before it became a holy ruins.”
“So?” Tidus caustically shot back. “You’re gonna tell me I’m not too?”
“Tell me about it,” Seymour said. He had to finish his sentence so he could concentrate. Yuna’s hand was dangerously high on his thigh and she was drawing circles in the fabric of his pants with her fingers. “I’ve studied it and I have spheres of what it looked like. If you can give a good enough description, you can prove it.”
Tidus refused to back down from the challenge of proving himself, so went into a long ramble about how cool Zanarkand had once been, taking a lot of detours in his dialog to complain about something, blame someone, or describe how great he was.
Seymour was paying little attention to the blonde’ rant and more to Yuna’s hand, which was no on the seat of his pants and he doubted any attempts on his part would move it permanently. As little as he knew about courtship, he was pretty sure Yuna was going a bit beyond just ‘flirting.’
He was trying his hardest to keep calm—or at least look at that way—as Yuna’s hand did something he hadn’t expected.
He had been steeling himself for something intense, that foreigesh-esh-on-flesh contact that made his skin feel like it was on fire. That which his body couldn’t stop craving, but his mind had no way to comprehend such a thing, so the only answer it could find was ‘run away.’ But there was no ‘run away’ possible, and she made sure of it. He’d expected something that made his hips want to buck against it.
He had been expecting wrong.
He failed to keep his tiny exclamation of surprise to himself, but at leas the looked interested in whatever Tidus was rattling off. The blonde had either memorized a map or he definitely was from Zanarkand. Seymour let him drone on.
Yuna was proving herself as good of an actor as Seymour. It didn’t even look like her hand could be anywhere unbecoming of a modest little lady.
Seymour squirmed under the table. Yuna had his crotch in a rather nasty grip, her human fingernails digging into the fabric and doing as much damage as she could casually get away with.
He couldn’t shake her off or find someway to loosen her grasp. He couldn’t cause commotion or bring attention to himself, so he could barely move. He had heard her orders previously, and now there was nothing but the fabric of his pants between the pressure of her squeeze and his delicate flesh.
Tidus finished and Seymour had to take his mind off ways to escape and put up with the treatment.
“It seems you definitely knew Zanarakand from back then,” Seymour confirmed.
“I believe you,” Yuna said. Whether she was prompting him to agree or not, he did.
“As do I,” Seymour said.
“What?” Wakka asked. “A Maester of Yevon believe that story?”
“With Sin, all things are possible.”
Thankfully, after a few quiet minutes, the food arrived and Yuna took her hand away.
They ate during light conversation, half the party ignoring what the other half had to say, while the rest contributed nonsense or sentences that must have earned themselves medals for being so unhelpful.

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“We’re staying at his place?” Tidus complained. “Then why’d we go out to eat?”
“Because I was being nice,” Yuna said. “And he’s being nice by letting my guardians stay here.
“I must admit, I feel awkward being defended by someone else,” Seymour said.
“You’ll get used to it,” Yuna said in a cheerful tone. Seymour didn’t know how to take that, so he pretended it was a harmless comment.
Tidus seemed put-off. “So you’re gonarryarry him and no even tell me you decided to?”
Now Yuna seemed put off. “What, no. I haven’t decided anything. I just thought that if he volunteered to be my guardian, I should treat him like a friend.”
“I am a bit… unused to such treatment,” Seymour said. “But I do appreciate such efforts.”
“Hey, if ya want I can be your buddy too,” Wakka said. “If you don’t mind of course, Maester.”
“Of course not,” Seymour said. “I told you all, if you wish to address me, feel free to speak as you normally do, do not hold anything back in the name of formality.”
“Really?” Tidus said. “Then I wanna say you suck.”
Seymour shrugged it off. “I get that anyway.” He wasn’t sure which he dislike more, the dead guy, or the blonde. “Perhaps, though, if Lady Yuna has no further announcements, it is time to think of retiring for the night.”
“I thought you said we could all just talk normally,” Tidus said. “Why are you talking all funny still?”
“This is the way I normally talk,” he said.
Tidus was about to comment about that, but Auron punched him in the ribs with his elbow.
“Well, I did decide this,” Yuna spoke up. “I can’t give up my duties as a summoner. Not to you and not to Spira. Seymour understands that as he has chosen to become my guardian regardless of my decision. So… if I ever find myself too afraid… or lost… or I just can’t go on with any of this for some reason. I will marry him. Or if something comes between us, that makes me believe we should wed before carrying out my duties as a summoner.”
Tidus didn’t say anything, but he was hardly the actor Yuna and Seymour were. He’d keep her from wanting to give up, or wanting to go ahead if it meant marrying that weirdo. He’d get between them.
“And, that if politeness will allow, I was hoping to bunk with Seymour this night.”
“Hey!” Tidus said.
“I can bunk with you tommorow night,” Yuna said. “I don’t like cold beds, yoow tow that.”
“Yeah, well…” Tidus said, but Yuna was leading Seymour upstairs already, asking to see his room. “Me neither.”
“You can bunk with Kimarhi!” Rikku piped up. “He’s all fuzzy, he’s gotta be warm.”
“Kimahri not like idea.”
“No offense, but me neither,” Tidus said.

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To Seymour’s relief, Yuna just went around his bedroom in amazement, at the closet size, at how few robes he owned despite it, at the bathroom and the bathtub, at the fact that there was an old, faded picture of his mother on a dresser, right next to his hairbrush and a nail file.
“Too bad there’s no time to use this thing,” she said, admiring the bathtub. “It’s beautiful.”
“How exactly were you planning on ‘using’ that?” he asked. “I’d rather keep that as clean as possible.”
“I apologize for being celibate,” he said coldly. “I was not warned that my piousness would prove to get in the way of a marriage proposal over a decade down the road.”
“You would hardly be this fun if you hadn’t,” Yuna said, walking over to him, aoninoning the giant bathtub, but swearing that if she ever did marry him, she’d use it to her hearts content. “I’d be showing that sphere around Spira if I didn’t have fun blackmailing you.”
“I could kill you,” he said.
“Is that a threat?” Yuna asked, implying he was being insolent, just like at the restaurant.
“No, it is not. Although you are perfectly safe here, I am merely wondering why you aren’t afraid.”
“Because there are too many people here for you to get rid of without someone noticing,” Yuna said. “Because I know you won’t.”
“Looks like I’m rather predictable,” he mused.
“Not really,” she said, trailing her hands over the front of his pants. As he tried to back away, she grabbed him from underneath. “I’d have never predicted you were circumcised.” She smiled as he went both silent and bright red.
He was so sheltered, not from violence, but from sex. Usually one is sheltered from both or neither. He was proving very interesting, and it appeared he was harder to break than she had initially thought. Maybe it all depended on the first time.
“Yuna, please let go,” he finally managed, though it came out it erratic squeaks and he somehow found a very interesting spot on the wall.
“You don’t seem to understand,” she said, tightening her grip. “I do what I want, and I let you have fun too. That was the deal. Now, when I said I do what I want, I mean you don’t talk back or refuse.”
“But—“ h uhh uh, I said no. And no means no. You tried this at the restaurant and there was very little I could do. Now that we’re in privacy, I can reprimand you all I want.”
“And… that would be?”
“You take al your clothes off, while looking at me,” she said, disappointed that this was a reprimand, and her hopes of using the bathtub relied on a reward. Still, this was going to be fun.

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Sorry this took so long to get to.
Anyway, in case anyone out there is interested, the readers can suggest scenes that they want, as long as they fall under the categories listed in the summary. Or you can suggest plot, too. But that’s not as fun, now is it?