Stolen Kiss

~~~ A/N: This story is dedicated to Aeo Kitty -=hugs=- I hope this one is more to your liking. ^_^ ~~~

He has spent his entire life hiding what he was. It wasn’t that he was ashamed, it was just that, in his race a male was rare and because of that they weren’t allowed to go out and explore. But he had never wanted the simple life of spending his days in the village, of mating and doing mundane things. He wanted adventure, danger, excitement, and one day love.

Mithra males had their mates chosen for them, based upon what the female had accomplished with her life. It didn’t matter if the male fancied her or not. None of the females in the village had interested him, so, dressed in the warrior clothing of the females he had made his escape.

Battle he found, had become an addictive thing, feeling his strength grow after every enemy he helped dispatch. Soon he made friends, Hume and Tarutaru mostly, but some were Mithra with the same secret. He clung to these friends, kept them close, helping them when he could, and in turn asking for help when he needed it. The bond between he and his friends grew stronger then any could imagine, but still, he found himself without love.

When he’d met the fiery blond Mithra female he wasn’t sure what to think of her. She was loud, opinionated, and coarse. All signs of having grown up on her own. But there was also something gentle about her. The way she smiled lent a sweetness to her that her stance would deny. But he had not spent so many years around people to be fooled by masks. She sparked his interest the way no other female he had met had been able.

After what seemed like a small eternity of slowly gaining her trust, the brash Mithra finally warmed to him and his friends, and every time she saw him she greeted him with a hug. Throwing her arms around his neck and her body against his, mewing happily about seeing him. He began to look forward to their meetings, hoping every day that he would see her. She made him feel special, warm, and wanted, in a way none of his other friends had managed.

It had been raining, a natural occurrence he never much cared for, for the better part of his trek through the marsh. It wasn’t the fastest way to travel, on the back of a Chocobo, but it was faster then walking and no airship or teleport spell could get him where he was going. He had received a distressed message for help, it seemed the Mithra female had become lost within the strong hold of the Orcs and was in desperate need of assistance. He wasn’t sure why she had wondered off into such a dangerous place alone, but he would be damned if he would let her stay there to die.

As he neared the entrance to the Orcs’ home he caught sight of a small figure standing ankle deep in the swampy water. He recognized her by her tail, and the way she hid from the rain under a rather large hat. “I thought you said you were lost.” He said as he brought the great bird to a halt in front of her.

“I lied.” She admitted, before throwing herself at him, knocking him off of the bird and into the mud. “I just wanted to see you.”

The Chocobo, so startled by the sudden movements of the Mithra, bolted as soon as the weight was taken from its back, leaving the two cat people stranded in the swamp.

“You could have asked me to come see you somewhere else, somewhere… dry…” He stated sitting up.

“I know, but if I hadn’t said it was an emergency you might not have come at all.” She mewed softly, moving so she could look him in the eye.

“That’s not true,” He started to argue.

“Yes it is, last time I asked you to go somewhere with me you wanted a reason why, cause you had other things you wanted to kill.” She pouted. “So I figured the only way I could get you alone would be if I was in dire need of your help.”

He sighed, had he really been so busy lately taking on the worst kind of monster that he hadn’t made time for her? He knew he’d been doing a lot, but surely she couldn’t think that he didn’t have time for one of his dearest friends.

So consumed by his own thoughts he missed the look in her eyes, something wild and yet longing, nor was he aware of how close she had moved to him.

They were both still sitting in the water and mud, rain slipping from the sky like a thousand cool tears. But in a moment, none of it mattered. Not the water, or the mud, or the fact that he had been completely soaked through, all he could feel was the gentle press of her lips on his own.

At first he had been too surprised to kiss her back, but slowly he let go of his racing thoughts and focused on the way her lips felt against his, how close her body was to his own. Reaching up he wound his fingers through her hair, bringing her closer, deepening the kiss she had begun.

His tongue slipped from his mouth tracing the line of her lips in a silent plea for entry, she responded by parting them, her own tongue moving to meet his as he explored the warm expanse of her mouth.

Slowly the kiss ended, and he opened his eyes to look deep into hers. No words seemed to find their way to his lips, there was nothing he could think to say. After a moment he brought his lips to hers again in a gentle kiss before finally unwinding his fingers from her hair. “We should get going. It’s a long walk to Jueno.” He muttered absently. Standing slowly he offered his hand to her.

She took it and stood, her balance had been compromised by the sinking of the mud and as she found her feet she soon found herself pressed against his chest. “Sorry” she muttered, her hands going to his sides, her head pressed against him.

Her closeness caused his heart to skip a beat, he was feeling something he had never felt before, and part of him wanted to lay her back down on the marshy ground and join with her. But the thought of mud in places it shouldn’t be kept him entertaining the idea for too long. “Come on, lets go.”

Carefully the picked there way through the marshlands and into Rolanberry Fields where the ground was much firmer but the sky no less filled with clouds.

“It will be night soon.” She commented as they walked

“Yeah, and it looks like a cold night at that. And our clothes are still soaked through.” He agreed.

But it seemed that Altana had smiled upon them for as the crested the hill they saw a Beast men camp where a blazing fire was already burning. They looked at each other and smiled, beast men were easy enough to dispatch, and once gone the fire and the camp would be theirs for the night.

He stretched out, dressed in only his underclothes, the rest of his gear had been placed on the rocks near the fire to dry next to hers.

Every so often he would dare a glance at her, watching how the firelight danced off her tanned skin, they way her ears perked at every sound, and the way her tail flipped absently of it’s own accord.

“Can I ask you something?” He finally managed, his eyes turning back to the fire.

“Sure.” She replies, her body turning so that she could look at him.

“Why did you kill me today?”

“Because I wanted to. Haven’t you done anything just because you wanted to do it?”

“Sometimes. But sometimes I’m scared of what people might think of me if I do.” He admitted, finally turning to look at her.

“You can’t always be afraid. Sometimes you just have to go for it and see what happens.”

He wasn’t sure who had moved first, but somehow her once again found himself in her arms, his lips mouth and tongue tasting her lips, her neck her shoulder. She moaned in pleasure at his touch and he felt his need to feel more of her heighten.

Laying her back he slowly pulled her bra free of her body and began to kiss the mounds of flesh that were neither to large or to small.

She mewed and arched her back to his touch, surrendering herself to him completely.

Gently he took one of the firm rosy buds into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it with a soft touch. He didn’t want to hurt her, he just loved the sounds she made when she felt pleasure. Perhaps he had gone to long without choosing a mate, or perhaps she was what he needed in one. It didn’t matter to him any longer, he wanted her, wanted to be with her. But he wouldn’t force her, he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do.

Slowly he released her nipple and lifted his head, his own breath coming in sort pants. “I want to be with you.” He admitted, waiting for her to process his request.

She said nothing in response, simply wrapped her legs around his waist and brought him tight against her.

He felt the heat of her body, the need that was rising in his center mirrored in her core. Any further hesitation left him as his mouth once again found the rise of her breasts.

He finished undressing them with out breaking contact with her, his body was more then ready, his shaft rigid with desire for her. Carefully he positioned himself at her opening, he didn’t want to hurt her with his over eagerness, and began a maddeningly slow entry into her tight body.

It was more then could have ever imagined. She fit around him so tightly and she showed no signs of pain. Just as slowly as he entered her he withdrew again, his pace even as he began their mating.

She was gasping and mewing under him, her head turning from side to side in pleasure and he found his own pleasure escalated as he watched her. He wanted to see her climax, feel her tighten even farther around him.

He began to move faster, harder as he pushed for her release, careful not to hurt her in the throws of passion. It did not take very long before he was rewarded with what he sought.

Her body arched from the ground, a loud cry of pleasure tearing from her chest as her entire center clenched and spasmed around his length.

The feeling of her orgasm was more then he expected, his breath caught in his throat as he felt her push him over the edge to join her in bliss.

Moments passed as they both panted to catch their breath. They had mated, and their kind usually mated for life. Did that mean that they would always be together, or was their case different? His mind was buzzing but exhaustion kept him from thinking to hard.

Kissing her gently on the lips he collapsed on the ground beside her, fully intent on allowing sleep to claim him. He would figure it out in the morning, he just hoped they weren’t ambushed by beast men while they slept.

He felt her curl up against him and he enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed so intimately against his. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to have the indignant Mithra female as a mate, he mused as the veil of sleep finally took him.

End.