#feh stuff

- I am not sure this may work the way we intent it to, but it is worth a shot. At least we will be able to hold back the horde.- Says Micaiah looking at the maps. Her perfect hair disheveled from battling the dead who had managed to get too close the city.

- I agree with you. At least we have the high ground in our favor here. Now if we only had Obi- Wan as well.- You say jokingly not for the first time.

-Well. I will have to go. Sothe has first patrol and I want to talk to him before I go to bed/.- Says Micaiah. You feel a hand settle at your back and the warmth of a body near yours. You know who it is and it is enough to make you tremble. He is leaning close to you as if inspecting the maps as well, but you three have been staring at them for the last two hours, while making plans. Ever since you have made your promise, his touch around people have gotten bolder. Nothing out of the ordinary, but his hand has been seen on yours more often and he is closer to you. People has seen him whispering in your ear. There are also times where people have seen you disappear together or seen you coming out of a broom closet. They all keep quiet about it. They know the situation and they know how much you love each other. Micaiah looks at you and Alfonse and blushes.- I will see you tomorrow at the meeting Summoner…Your Highness. Have a good night.

-See you! Have a good night.

-Thank you Micaiah. Have a good night.- He says and when she leaves the office he turns to you. His face is close enough to your ear that if you turn a little you would be able to kiss him. You hear him sigh and his warm breath reaches your neck sending a tingling sensation down your spine.

-Do you still have duties to attend to?- He asks hoping you would say no, but knowing full well you still need to go take care of some matters.

- I left the patrols to Dimitri and Marth. I only need to get the kids to bed.

- Every time you say that…- He says blushing. You knew where this came from. Even before you were together you would notice him blushing every time you said that about the young heroes, and back then you could not imagine why he would do this. Now that you were together you understood why. It seemed the young prince wanted a big family and every time you say something like that he pictures you saying it about his children.- I will wait for you in our room.- By this he meant your room. From the first time he had said his vows to you before making love, he had taken your room as his own. Every day there were more of his belongings in your closet and around the room.- I’ll make tea.

-Thank you Love. I’ll be there in half an hour.- You kiss him lightly on the lips and are about to turn to go when he stops you and pulls you up for a hug. He kisses the top of your head. After a minute he lets go and you walk out of the room.

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The room is quiet and dark when you enter it half an hour later. There is light coming from the partly open door to the bathroom.

-Alfonse?- You ask before entering but there is no sound coming from inside. You peek in and spy many candles lit everywhere. There is a note on the side of the bathtub. The fancy scrip is that of Alfonse.

“I ordered a bath drawn for you. Relax. I will be home in a short while.” It read.

In the shadows of the doorway to the study, stood Alfonse. Although he had been away procuring some things he wanted for this to be a special night; he had taken less time doing the errands than he had calculated. He had arrived soon enough to catch you undressing. He was about to speak up to let you know he was back, when you started to take off your clothes.

He was mesmerized by the sight. He feared to breath least you knew he was there. As your naked form stood by the white and gold bathtub and you started to get inside, he regained his mobility.

He felt ashamed he had watched you do this, but at the same time he was as exited and aroused as the first time you had made love. He placed the wine bottle and the two glass cups on the writing desk.

He did not like wine much and only drank it in social events and dinners, but he wanted to surprise you with something romantic and wine by candlelight, relaxing in a bath tube felt like the right thing to do. He had even brought oil for a massage, but now it all lay forgotten as he entered the bathroom.

You lay with eyes closed in the tub; a sigh of contentment came from your lips as the warmth of the water eased the tension on your muscles.

-You are so beautiful…- was the whisper that came from his lips. You opened your eyes, not a bit alarmed by his presence since you were expecting him. The bath bubbles were partly hiding you body painting him a hazy picture, but it only helped to peak his interest more.

-Get in My Prince. The water is perfect.- You say teasingly looking at his blushing face and parted lips.

He wore a white shirt that he started to unbutton and a cream colored, loose pair of pants tucked inside black leather boots. He let the shirt hang opened while he took off the boots. His white skin freckled with thin white scars from training and battle. It was such a wonder to see him undress. If felt almost magical to you. He was always so proper and shy; with so little skin to show. His uniform was loose and there was not much of a chance to appreciate his fit body. He was lean muscle as a teen, and now that he was older he had grown into a more muscular man.

Boots gone, he took off his shirt next. He let it fall to the floor, which spoke volumes on how he felt right now. He was a man who liked order and neatness. His hands went next to his pants and you could see just how aroused he was.

Feeling a little sorry for him you decide to focus on his face for a while. To the adorable blush that keeps bringing out those beautiful freckles he gets after days on the sun and the way his hair falls on his face when he is not wearing his crown and gets a little disheveled. The delicate ears, just as red now as when you kiss them or bite them teasingly.

Yet your gaze can not help but fall down to his chiseled chest again and lower to the trail of golden hair that turns dark blue as it gets lower and longer. He meets your eyes as he finally submerges. He bites his lower lip and with a red face he finally speaks.

-I…I got here earlier…and I for got the wine in the room…

-Thank you darling. Thank you for doing this. We can take the wine in bed. Do not worry.- You sigh happily.

-I’m happy you liked it…It is just a bath but I…

-Alfonse. It is wonderful… I love it…I love you. Nothing better than a warm bath to relax and to expend time with you. It is priceless to me. I will make it up to you.

- You don’t have to. You do enough with the Order and…

- But Alfonse I want to and I am so slippery and wet Alfonse…- He realizes what you want to gift him and blushes.- I will need you to hold me before I slip out of the tub and what will we do then?-  You finish coyly. Charlotte would be proud of you.

-I will not have you slipping out of the tub.- He says still blushing like you have not been lovers for the past month. Like he had not made love to you in most parts of the castle in the shadiest of hiding places. He extends his arms to you.- Come to me.

Maneuvering in water is tricky but slowly you get up on your knees and slide over to him straddling him; holding yourself up on the edge of the tub. His eyes are locked on yours and he meets you on the way to kiss him. The kiss was heated and deep, almost desperate and despite the bliss it causes you; you are still aware enough to notice his arousal touching your body. Careful not to slip and hurt him you rise yourself enough to take him in. His lips let go of yours with a gasp and a moan. You look into his eyes, the adoration and lust in them make your core heat up even more and you are sure he can see the same in yours. You start to move and his parted tips utter your name in a whisper more akin to a prayer as his eyes close in heated bliss.

Unable to stop himself he meets your movement with trusts of his own and his head lowers to plant a kiss and a small bite on your neck. He wants so much to mark you. To let others know you belong to him. If he was not a prince…

His slender fingers so used to gripping sword and shield take hold of your breasts, massaging them tenderly then circle you to bring you closer to him. He catches your lips mid moan and kisses you deeply. You establish a rhythm and he follows just as vigorously as you. The water overflows with the movement, but none of you notice as you cling to each other. He leaves your mouth to give your collarbone another bite. Here he knows full well no one will see. Your moan makes his trust stronger and erratic. A moment later he feels your walls close in on him as you moan his name. He lets himself follow you and as he does, he traps your lips in his and gives you a deep kiss, heated and hungry. He feels you are spent, but he does not want to let go and when he does, it is just so he can burrow his face in the crock of your neck.

-Come to bed with me.- He says after a while. You know this night is not over.

Careful not to fall, you climb off of him. He closes his eyes and you can see, he is making an effort to not start another session right there and there and pull you inside the tub again with him. He only moves when he feels you have left the bathroom. He steps out of the tub and dries himself . With hair still wet and wearing only a towel around his hips he enters the bedroom to find you sitting at the bed brushing your still wet hair.

He reaches for the brush. - You should not tug at your hair while it is still wet.

- Let me put my hands to better use then.- You say touching the edge of the towel he is wearing. His lips part but no sound comes out of them. By the soft light in the room you can see his eyes had turned almost black from how dilated they had become. You undo the simple knot that holds the towel and let it fall on the floor, then plant a kiss on his abdomen.

He feels himself rise and knowing your plans he takes you face in his hands and make you look up. As much as he loved what you did to him with your mouth; he wanted much more to be inside you. For him blow jobs were more like the escapades you two had once in a while in a closet, or after a meeting. The mischievous act you always did to teas him when he is writing his reports.

What he wanted now was to make love to you as a sacred testament to the love he felt for you… and more. He knew what he secretly wanted. What exited him the most of all this. He knew he should not be thinking of this. This was not the time to do such a thing and just thinking about how it made him hotter and his face to blush. The thought of getting you pregnant drove him insane with desire.

-No love. I want to be inside you. I want to make love to you. - He said and lowered himself to take your lips with his. A quick adjusting of positions and he was already on top of you, kissing your neck and caressing your body.

-Did you take the monthly potion yet?- He asks in your ear.

-I still have two or three days…

-Don’t take it…- He says between biting your ear.

-Alfonse…

- I know we talked about it,- He raises himself to look you in the eyes.- but I want to see you grow with my child. - He positions himself to enter you and you adjust to take him in.- I want my seed to grow inside you…(gasps) and everyone to …know …who you belong to…- Desire made him bold. He would not have voice this need in a regular conversation, or even an intimate one.

- Alfonse I promise you !…. I will grow you a garden…I love you.

He watches you through hooded eyelids as he makes love to you. You sense a desperation in his movement and a need matched by yours. You move you hips to meet his body and drive him even deeper into you. He knows he will never feel what he feels with you. He knows you love him. No one had ever told him that besides his family and no one have ever watched him the way you did. Which such love and care.

You Saw him, among all the great heroes and you chose him to be your partner. You had appreciated his knowledge and skills and this made him fall in love with you. Since the moment he realized he loved you and you loved him back, he new he wanted a future together with you. He wanted a family and this want drove his every action. After you had become lovers that desire had almost become an obsession. It may have been the desperation of the situation, but he felt a craving for a family of his own as if he wanted to live a whole lifetime in a moment. He felt as if his time was running out.

When you two were finally spent, you play with his damp hair, the way you know he likes. Massaging the scalp tenderly and carding your fingers through the silky strands. You hear a sounds of contentment coming from his throat. He felt reluctant to move and retreat from your body. He imagines himself withdrawing and seeing his essence coming out of you and he feels heat re kindle inside him. He plants a kiss on your neck and proceeded to bury his face in the crook of your neck. He bites you suddenly and it makes you shiver and moan. You feel him move his hips again.

- Who would have thought that shy prince with the sweet smile would turn into an insatiable lover in bed.- He bites again this time on your shoulder, hard enough to mark. He gives a small quiet laugh. He raises his head to look you in the eyes. His face is red and his small shy smile on his lips.

-This is what you turned me into.- He kisses your lips and then again your neck while he starts moving his hips. His desire renewed once again.

-Nah…aaah! It has always been inside you. I just let it out to play…Mmm love! It likes to play a lot though….not that I complain…Oh Alfonse!

- …You are so soft and warm… Do you like this?- He asks as he moves his hips in a different angle and it makes you see stars.

-Yes! There! You …are great at this! Keep…there…right there!- His heart flutters at the compliment and he would have gotten hard if he was not hard already. He lived for your compliments.

-…Tell me how much you like it!- He moves again in the same angle and the loud moan that comes out of your mouth resonates with the pleasure of your walls contracting on him. He buries his face in your neck and bites. There will be a red mark on your neck tomorrow and as embarrassing as it may be  for him, it will also bring him pleasure.

- I love it!…I … I love you…..Aaah … You feel so good!…My Alfonse!….

-Yes my Summoner… Yours….and you are mine…MINE…MINE… -he says between moans and throaty grunts. With his age his voice was becoming deeper and huskier. Nothing sexier than those deep almost growls, sounds you could make him utter when alone.

He could not help it, the feel of your soft body writhing underneath him and hearing you moan his name was enough to drive him insane with desire. Your next moan was cut short when his mouth claimed your own. Taking advantage of you slightly open mouth his tongue darted inside the wet cavity exploring and tasting you. This hungry kiss was prolonged also by your desire to explore him as well. He lowered the hand massaging your breast to your leg and raised it. He angled himself to bury himself beeper inside you and you met him with your hips raised.

He was tall and prodigious in size and he could fill you up to your breaking point. The rhythm of his hips matched by yours and the endless hungry kiss was your undoing. He could feel you all around him, enveloping him in your soft warmth and massaging his manhood. He reached his peak as well and he could feel his essence spill inside you like rain on rich earth.

Moments later when you are warmly tucked in his embrace and his hands massages your skin softly while you both drowsily bask in blissful afterglow, you hear him sight.

-When we take back the South Pass we can take some time off to ourselves. Not the whole day of course, just enough to visit the high temple.- He says softly near your hair. He closes his eyes as his lips brush your hair.

- To thank Lord Askr?- You ask.

-To get married. I wish I could give you a grand wedding, but…

-Alfonse I do not need anything buy you by my side. Well perhaps our dear ones to be there with us as well…I would not dream of leaving Sharena out of something as important as this.- You feel him smile when he gives you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

-You really would not mind a simple wedding?

-Alfonse. I love you and I will cherish any wedding as long as at the end of the day we are one…After all… I am already yours, in every sense of the word.

-You don’t know how happy you make me.

-Just as happy as you make me, I hope. You are everything to me Alfonse…my home…my safe heaven…my family.

-_____ I feel the same way. To me you are my compass, my light…my sanity in these …dreadful times. I would be lost without you.

-I can’t wait to take that South Pass then…- You say sleepily and give a yawn that is immediately echoed by Alfonse.

-Let us rest. Tomorrow will be a long day of work…and the sooner we take The South Pass.. the better.

-Alfonse?- You ask softly. He answers with a quiet inquisitive sound.-… I will stop taking the potion. OK?

-Thank you.

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Alfonse awakes that morning and turns to his other side to hold you again. Not opening his eyes he reaches with his hand to finds the bed empty. He smiles remembering the night before.

==She must be in the bathroom.==

He blearily opens his eyes and with still blurry vision he takes in the view. It is later than he thought by the light coming from the window. There is something off about the room, but the thought of you not waking him up sooner is taking over the strange feeling.

==We are going to be late and I will never hear the end of it. Anna will be a nightmare…Why is the mirror covered?…==

He asks himself and then takes in the room, his drowsiness subsiding and leaving him more aware of his surroundings. He listens for the water in the bathroom that will tell him you are cleaning yourself, but only the silence meets his ears. There is an unknown fear pooling in the pit of his stomach and panic like he has never felt before is raising it’s ugly head up to strangle him.

-______?- He can’t seem to take his eyes off of the covered mirror as he calls out to you. He tells himself he has had a nightmare and it has left him in a dark mood. He raises himself up and rubs at his face with his right hand…

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No!…No..NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Forest walks down the corridor leading to Lif and Thrasir’s rooms. He had been working all night for the new design and wanted to show it to Thrasir. He was fussing with his hair when he met Peony walking from another corridor.

-Hello Forest! Wonderful mor…- Her greeting was cut short when a scream was heard followed by incoherent visceral exclamations of pain. Both of then run to find they come from Lif’s room. Forest tries to open the door but it is locked from the inside. Both Peony and Forest keep calling out to him but he just kept on screaming.

-Get Lady Thrasir! Quick!- Forest tells Peony and she flies off to knock on a room down the corridor. Forest meanwhile kicks at the door and when he sees it is futile and it barely moves, he takes some hair pins from his golden locks of hair and proceeds to pick the lock. The door gives in and he enters the room expecting Lif to have been attacked. He can’t believe what he finds instead.

The mirror was broken, There were mirror shards littered on the floor all around the room. Some pieces of furniture were turned over but the most alarming sight was Lif himself. He was naked on the floor stabbing his leg with a piece of glass, while his essence was falling off of him like blood.

-Nooo! NOOO!NOOO

-Lif please ! Stop! You are hurting yourself!- Horrified as he is Forest still acts quickly, he launches himself and with a single strike and twist of his hand he knocks the glass shard off of Lif’s hand and then takes some steps back because Lif is a huge guy and Forest does not want to die today. Lif makes to strike back and when he misses instead of getting up and fighting Forest, he turns to find the shard so he can continue to abuse his legs. Forest takes another chance and steps on the fallen glass and kicks it back and out of Lif’s reach.

-Get away from me!! Leave me alone!- He tries again to swing back at Fores but gives up and starts sobbing. He hugs himself but his grip on his arms is so strong Forest can see the scratches forming on the smooth translucent skin.-It was a dream….it was all a dream….and I…I am a nightmare…a monster! This is not my body!!! This is not!!!! I hate it !!!

Before Forest can say anything Thrasir comes running in and taking in the scene motions Forest to give her a bed sheet.

-Calm down Big Guy! You will be alright. Here…-She takes the sheet from Forest hands and covers Lif with it.

-I…can’t…breath….-Lif says gasping and clutching at his throat and hair.

By the door Peony stands speechless. Forest turns when he hears her start to cry quietly.

-I …I…I am so sorry….

-Forest, take her outside and close the door.- Says Thrasir commandingly. Forest does what she told him and takes the light elf outside and closes the door quietly. He notices the familiarity in which Thrasir makes to ease Lif from the situation and concludes that this is not the firs time she does this.

-Alfonse you are alright. You are Lif. You do not need to breath. Come on Lif look at me. I am Thrasir and you are Lif and we beat Hel. You have your Summoner back. We are close to our goal! Do not let Hel win now. In and out…in and out….- He does as told until his “breathing” regulate somehow.

-Thrasir…It was so real…I was back…I was me again…I was happy. She took everything away from me…from us…

-Alfonse…what do you mean you were back?

-It…it could not have been only a dream…I was…it felt so real…My body felt real…She felt real…

-Oh…- Realization came to Thrasir who had heard Peony apologizing.- Hey…why don’t you get dressed so we can go train on those sloppy moves you made up.- Lif looked at her with knitted brows.- You can tell me about this wonderful dream while I beat you up.

Lif looked down at himself in shame realizing he was naked under the bed sheet. He understood what she was trying to do. She had done it times before and so had he even when Thrasir had never had such violent episodes. He got up, but felt the pain from his wounds in his legs shoot up and made him stumble.

-Here Let me get you some underwear and I can look at your wounds. - She had learned how to heal him and was sure he would not want to bee seen right now.- Here they are. Get on the bed and let me clean this a little so we do not slip.- Thrasir is aware his tears were still falling and she wanted to give him space but not leave. She could also hear a group of people talking outside.

-Don’t let her in…don’t let her see me like this…- He asks as he sits on the bed.

-I won’t, but maybe Forest can be of help.

-Let him in…he already saw the worst of it.

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Outside Alfonse and you had come to see what was happening along with some of the heroes. Forest made a gesture to Alfonse and giving a nod of understanding that it was a delicate matter, he asked the heroes to go back to what they were doing while he sorted out the situation. Everyone backed away and left, but Alfonse could tell they were very curious to know what the Light Elf had done to Lif since they could all hear her apologizing.

You were also very worried. You had heard the shouting and it had been awful. You wanted to go inside and see for your self if he was alright and protect him.

-What happened!?- You ask as soon as everyone left echoing Alfonse’s own question.

-He had a …- Forest started but did not know how to finish. He wanted to say he had a nightmare but given the light elf’s involvement it was an impossible scenario and he really did not know either what had started the panic attack he had witnessed. He also did not want you to know how he had found him. He felt it was not up to him to explain.- I really do not know…- He made a pause to stop Peony from talking before she started to explain to you and Alfonse. Of course he knew what that was. He had seen it before and had had to help people out of those episodes as well, but he had to lie. It was not his place to tell something that personal without the person’s consent.- and I do not think it is our place to say. It looked to me like he had a bad nightmare.

-Oh…I see…I suppose if he wants to talk about it he will, when he is ready. Just let him know I am here if he wants to talk about it and I can help in any way.

-Of course I will let him know. I am sure he will feel happy to know you care!

- I still worry about him…- You had seen Forest trying to hide his hand and noticed his cuff was stained blue.

-Of course you are. It is understandable. I am su…

The door opens and Thrasir looks around blocking the view not letting you see inside.-Forest can you come in? She looks at you and Alfonse and say - We will be going out to train in a bit.- She takes a second to turn to Peony and says.-We will talk about this later.

You see Peony shrink under the gaze and as soon as Forest goes inside the room Thrasir closes it. There was not one second you could use to ask about Lif.

-Come Peony. It is better if we leave them be. They will let us know when they are ready.- Alfonse herded you both to the dining hall, but in his mind he could see what was happening. He had seen how Lif had reacted to the memory of his engagement and could imagine what a nightmare he may had look like. Peony did add a mystery to the equation, but he was sure he would come to understand it even if Lif did not talk about it.

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Later that day Alfonse had left you managing the heroes in the fields to talk to Lif. He wanted to know if he was doing better. He had not missed the “blood’ on Forest’s hands that he was trying hard to hide and he had had a better view of the inside of the room where Thrasir had not been able to hide. There were shards of glass on the floor and other debris. It all seemed too much for a simple nightmare.

Peony had insisted on coming to explain something to Lif he was also curious to listen to and ask him for forgiveness, but told Alfonse she will only talk to Li if he wanted to let her close to him. She stayed back in the garden close to the training area.

Lif was fighting both Thrasir and Forest. The latest seemed to be having fun or at least he was the most vocal about it. Alfonse noticed how in sink Thrasir and Forest were despite the short amount of time they had been training together. When Lif saw Alfonse, he made a gesture for the others to stop.

-Don’t stop on my account. I would like to watch as well.

- You think you came to see me be taken down by these two? You need to come another day when Forest is not being distracted by Thrasir’s lack of underwear.

Alfonse was about to suggest him not angering the witch, but was too late. By the time he opened his mouth Thrasir had come close enough to hit Lif with her grimoir on his back . He only heard the air come out of Lif’s mouth with a slight “Ooff”. He heard Forest quietly laughing by her side. Lif shoot him a dirty look that lacked the venom behind it.

- You came for an explanation.

-And to see if you were better. Also Peony came to ask you to forgive her. I do not understand why she feels the need to do it but, she is waiting near by to see if you want to talk about it.

-Peony? Why would she…- Asked Lif and then understanding seemed to dawn on him.- It was her? I see…Tell her to come. I will talk to her.

-Are you sure ?- Asks Thrasir in the softer most caring sound Alfonse has ever heard from her ever.

-Yes. You all want to know and I need answers too…just let her come… - He answers her softly, then turns to Alfonse to add.- and tell her, no harm will come to her.

Moments Later Alfonse comes back with a very chastised Peony, even though no one has said a word to her.

-Sir…I am so sorry for what I did to you. I swear I only wanted to help you. I wanted you to be happy…Triandra was right…Giving people good dreams only makes people’s lives harder when they are already suffering.- Peony starts apologizing looking down in shame.

-You were the one that gave me THAT dream then?

-Yes.

-How did you know about that memory ? Did you get inside my head? What else did you see? - he asks a little rudely. Thrasir holds him back but looks suspiciously at Peony.

-NO! No of course not! I just wanted you to dream of your happiest memories. I did not choose which one, just the ones that were closer to the surface. You must have had that thought recently.

-You had an episode worst than the one you had the other day because of a good dream?- Asks Alfonse and after a second where he thought about how the first incident was also because of a good memory, he looks at Lif in understandment.- I see…

-It wasn’t just any good dream. I re lived the night we decided to get married at the High Temple and… to have a family… She had said yes to both that night and told me she would not be taking the contraceptive potion that month; but the day we were to be married never came...The problem was not the dream itself… The problem is that…it was just so real…It was like I was back in that moment…happy… I was my self…there was no seam that told me it was unreal…a dream…and I woke up to this…my living nightmare…I could not tell the difference until I saw my self…my body. Why did you even give me the dream?- He asks Peony with. Sincere curiosity in his tone and no trace of reproach. She is quietly crying at this point, which is probably very bad for her, thinks Alfonse.

- I saw you the other day. When you were crying on your balcony. There was no one else around but me. I am sure you were listening for footsteps and I was flying looking for Mirabilis so you did not hear me. I saw and felt how sad you were and I wanted you to feel happiness because…if it had not been for you…I would have never been able to see my sister again. She is alive thanks to you even if we are …any way. I thought about it for a long time. Triandra said to me that good dreams were worse than nightmares for people who already lead unhappy lives. She said it was cruel to make them wake up to an unhappy reality, but I had never seen people who did not cherished a good dream so…I am sorry. I truly am. Please forgive me.

Lif is looking at her thoughtfully.Then he sights.

- Triandra is wrong. Being able to dream something this…precious to me, is a blessing. I do not have much chance to have good dreams. It is not your fault. I have had episodes like this before. Sometimes it is difficult to me to have this body…it does not feel…mine. It does not help that some senses are muted in this body. It makes me feel …detached from it sometimes.But the dream… I was very happy in my dream…enough for me to want to never leave it. You just…should have told me about it and maybe not make it so real that I get confused. Dreams and memories are the only treasure we have to keep our hope and our sanity. They got me through all the time I spent in Hel and they still do here. I do not need to sleep…I do it to rest my mind and perhaps have a nice dream. I thank you for trying to make me happy.

-Really!? Oh thank you Lif! You probably do not understand, but Sharena loves you like a brother and your Sharena was my Sharena as well so I feel great affection towards you. As much as I feel for Alfonse.- She says suddenly.- If there is any way I can help you…although there in not much I can do…

Lif was speechless for a second and Alfonse who had a very thoughtful expression on his face was very quiet. Suddenly his eyes lit up with an idea.

-Well there is something you can do for Lif.- Lif Looked at him questioningly.- You mentioned you could make people re live their memories in dreams right?- Asks Alfonse and Lif seemed to understand Alfonse’s idea in a heartbeat…

~*~*~

-Plumeria would have been better suited for this.-Said Peony nervously. The group was standing in a hallway connecting two of the buildings, trying not to look suspicious.

-The lewd dreams fairy? No. Remember Peony that it has to be her own memories and help her remember more.-Says Alfonse with a face of distaste.

- Oh yes I know… but your plans should also require suggestive dreams. They would help a lot but I am not suited for those dreams due to my lack of experience with them…

-….just…(yawn) go to the library and pick an….erotic romance novel …- Everyone looked outside of the window at once. Outside sitting among the hydrangeas was Mirabilis who seemed to have heard them talking. After noticing everyone was watching her with weird facial expressions she yawned again and kept talking.- What? I can read…I just don’t…it makes me sleepy…romance is too much…work…

-Umm…thank you for the advice Mirabilis. I will think about it.- Says Peony still uneasy about the situation.

-Although…she doesn’t… need you for those dreams…

-What…do you mean?

-Have you…(yawn)..seen the way…she looks when he is around?…

-The Summoner? How? Mirabilis?- Asked Peony but the fairy was fast asleep again. Which was probably for the better. The conversation was as uncomfortable to Lif as having a ten year old kid giving him love advise. He felt hot and could swear he was alight underneath the clothes he was wearing. At this moment he felt he could be used in a light hose. Alfonse looked red like a tomato as well.

-Well…that was uncomfortable -Giggled Forest. Thrasir laughed quietly as well and the sound made Lif and Alfonse turn to her with disbelief in their faces. She was looking at Forest and did not noticed their eyes on her.

-I agree. Still, I will never think she is just asleep any more.- Alfonse heard this and threw Lif a knowing look and a smile. Lif nodded slightly and his eyes softened when he looked back at Thrasir.

-Do not worry Peony. At this time we will be just working in her memory dream. You are just going to replace the way she sees him in the dream from Alfonse to Lif. Agreed?- Said Alfonse to Peony who was looking confusedly at the sleeping fairy. -And you! - He points at Lif- Here’s what you’re going to do.

~*~

Lif has spent more than half an hour pacing around the hallway, going back and forth from Alfonse’s door to yours waiting for your door to open and casually finding him walking back to his room ( or to Alfonse’s room depending on whatever direction you found him walking to). He was nervous and angry as well. That technique Forest had told him to do really did a number on his mood after a while so when he found he was about to break something if he was not careful , he stopped thinking about Hel and when he stopped thinking about Hel, he started to think of the situation and now he felt like his legs were about to give out.

==What is she doing? I thought they said to come at 6 am…What if is she is sick? Maybe she is not feeling well…Should I listed for a sound at the door? NO! What if she opens the door and finds you trying to listen to her! She will think you were Spying Alfonse…But what if she is hurt?..=

-Grrr!- He growls softly to himself and when he is close to your door he gets closer and listens. He can hear nothing and is about to start walking to knock on Alfonse’s door when…

-Al…Alfonse!

The way you said the name and the moan that followed would have had Lif mad with jealously if he had not know the Alfonse in your dream was himself. Instead it made him feel hot and his clothes felt too tight all of a sudden.

-Lif! Lif what are you doing?- Asks Alfonse who had come to stand beside Lif, while he was too stunned to move.- I was just told she has changed her schedule with Soren and today is her day off …

-OH Alfonse Please!

Alfonse feels a shiver run up and down his spine when he hears you as well. If someone had walked by right at that moment; they would have seen the two men frozen like statues, like the door belonged to Medusa instead of you.

-God Lif!

Lif who was still frozen looking at the door gave a step back instantly like the door had tried to attack him. The movement got Alfonse out of his stupor. He passed a hand through his hair and cleared his throat. He should not be here.

-Lif…Another hour…I have to go. You can wait in my room if you need to.- Alfonse felt his heart grow heavy and he felt dizzy and nauseous. He needed to go before this got out of hand or Lif noticed  the state he was in.

-What?…

-Give her another hour Lif. You can wait in my room… I need to go.- This time Alfonse left not looking back. Lif stood there another second and walked over to Alfonse’s room.

Lif went inside Alfonse’s room and fought with the idea of going into the shared parlour. After some though that really lasted about a minute he opened the door to the parlour/study and approached the door to your room. He made sure his shadow was not visible through the gap under the door. If he was right the door would not be locked. He could take a little peek at your sleeping form; but he also knew that it was not only a breach of trust but also creepy. But he could not resit.

You two were one once and he need you so much and he knew you needed him. With a sight he lays his head on the door that separates you two. He can hear the movement on the bed, the shuffle of bed sheets, your ragged breathing, the quiet moans.

He closes his eyes and imagines what you must be dreaming of, and as he does, he feels the urge to relieve the pressure in his pants.

==Is this not already wrong? To hear you in such an intimate manner and then to …no…== He had to leave to Alfonse’s room and maybe pour some cold water over himself.

He turns around and at the same time he hears you call out his name in ecstasy. His legs falter and he trips and almost falls; but catches himself on something on his right. His panicked mind does not register what he got hold of and that something is falling down as well now. The vase he tried to get a hold of falls and breaks in a thousand pieces. It makes a sound loud enough to wake the dead. Believe me he was dead and it would have woken him up in a heartbeat.

=Crap! Fuck!=

He looks at the door unmoving; hoping against hope that you did not hear it. There are hurried steps coming from the room and he had only enough time to kneel in a way that you would think he was picking up the pieces and will not notice the huge bulge in his pants.

-Alfonse?! Are you alright!?- The door opens with a bang and you look around and then downward to find Lif picking up pieces of a vase that had fallen off the table by the door. Lif looks up at you and the air seems to leave your lungs. There are butterflies in your stomach and the wetness between your legs is even more noticeable to you.- Lif..- It comes breathy like a whisper between lovers. Those ruby eyes shine brighter still at this and you can feel the blush you had from that dream grow redder too. For a moment you think that you are still dreaming. That the erotic dream had changed just like dreams do to weird scenarios.

- What…Am I still dreaming?- You ask and not thinking about it you approach him, to see if he is real. You touch his face and hair. ==They feel so real like a moment ago when he was…== You blush at the memory of the dream and as you step closer to him you feel the pain on the sole of your right foot.

Lif who was about to talk, is frozen in place by the look in your eyes and the touch of your hand. He forgets what he was about to say.

-Oh! Ouch!

-_______! There are shards of porcelain everywhere! You hurt yourself!- He can see a drop of blood fall from the sole of your foot. He gets up fast and catches you when in your haste to step away, you stumble and almost fall. He takes you in his arms and carry you bridal style, back to your room and sits you on your bed.

=It has to be a dream. Why else would he carry me again back to bed…but my foot does hurt…=

Lif takes your foot on his hand and raises it so he can look at the damage. His globed hand carefully tried to take a small shard of porcelain embedded on the sole of the foot, but the globes make it hard to do it and he takes the globe off. The touch of his skin is soft and cool and it makes a shiver run down your spine. How you wished that hand would move upwards to explore your leg and beyond. A sigh escapes your lips. Lif hears it and looks up to see your parted lips and hooded eyes.

He does not know how to react for a second, but then inspiration hits him and he lowers his head at the same time he raises your foot and kisses it. First he curses at himself because he does so with his fabric mask on and then he takes it off and kisses it again and look up to you while doing it. He hopes you did not find that amusing, but you were too far gone to give it a second thought. You found this situation very erotic after the dream you had and by now he had you squirming on the bed. He noticed this and blushes. He knows he will break the spell, but he need to take the shard off of your foot.

He kisses your foot now higher than before and takes the shard off of your foot at the same time. What happened next he did not expect. Instead of waking up, you gasp then take his face in your hands and lower yourself to kissed him. He was taken by surprise and gasped into the kiss. He raise himself to be more leveled and deepened the kiss. He was lost in the moment and with the previous heat from your moans it was not hard for him to renew his desire. He wanted you so much and he knew now how much you wanted him too.

You lay down and pull him along atop og you. He lets you lead him down and adjusts himself to be closer to you. As he gets closer to you, your body brushes his manhood and makes him moan into the kiss.

=Great Askr! I can feel her!… I need her!… please don’t be a dream!=

Of course he had had moments where he could imagine you in a situation like this one. Imagine he made love to you, but he had found he did not feel the same as when he was alive and did not indulge in moments like those. They always left him feeling more empty and depressed. This was different. He felt you as much as he could when he was alive. He could feel the pleasure of touching you and being touched.

You had felt him as well and it made you shiver in his arms. You want him to touch you, to tell you that he loves you and and that he will not leave you again. You want to feel him closer, but he ends the kiss and you feel him caress your cheek with his hand.

All of a sudden his eyes widen and he takes his hand away to look at it. There is blood on his hand. Then you remember the cut on your foot. He raises up away from you.

- My apologies. I was…distracted…umm. We should take care of that cut.- He walks off to the rest room and disappears in there, long enough for you to properly wake up and realize this was real. There is a moment of panic in which you realize you almost jumped the poor guy even though you had asked him for time to make up your mind.

While in the bathroom he took his time to relax. He was doing this too fast and he did not want to mess it up like everything he did lately. He looked down to the tent in his pants and was reminded of how painful it felt inside the confines of the cloth.

==Drastic measures!…Breath Alfonse…breathe…I don’t need to breath….urg just do it….fine…think of …something horrible like Oliver taking a bath…the one time you saw Gharnef changing clothes… Garon flirting with the young Pegasus Knights….ugg…that smell Aversa has when she gets too close…why won’t she get a bath? Can’t Gangrel smell her? …maybe he got used to it…Stop . We don’t judge people and besides she does not smell as bad as Fallen Dimitri when we first summoned him…I can still remember the taste in my throat.==

The last thought made him gag and he could feel his erection going down. He kept thinking of all of those discomforting thoughts until he felt good enough to go back and face you.

You noticed he had been in the bathroom a long time and pondered whether it was to escape from the heat of the moment and your advances. He finally comes back. You focus on your foot so as not to stare at him and make him even more uncomfortable that he already is.

-It is fine Lif. I can take care of it. It is not as bad as it looks any way….

-No it is my fault…. I

-Lif. It is fine and I can clean up too you know….

He sighs a little and you do not know if it is relief or annoyance.- Fine. I should go any way…I

-Lif. Please forgive me. -Yo both talk at the same time and his sentence is cut short by your apology.

-What…Why? I should be the one apologizing for your injury.- He says and thinks that he should also apologize for luring in the other room and listening to you, sleeping like a creep, but is too embarrassed to even voice that out loud.

-It is a little embarrassing for me but… I had a very good dream and I thought this was part of it… I am sorry I pushed you to a situation like this. I was still half asleep. I am sorry if I bothered you.- HE sat on the bed, beside you and thought about your words. They should have come out of his mouth, he thought, but it was to late to say. He cleared his throat and handed you the balm and bandage for the cut.

-No…do not worry about that. I did nothing against my will. In fact I should apologize for escalating it. You at least have the excuse of being half asleep. I was lucid… The only reason I stopped was because I did not want to take advantage of the situation. I told you I would give you time and here I am. Crossing the line…I apologize.

-It is fine. I suppose our past history does make it more difficult to be …more innocent when we want to be together.- He perked up at that.

==She does want us to be together!==

- Well. Then let me invite you somewhere where we can be together. There will be a ball and I was told I could bring whoever I wanted. Would you come with me to the Harvest Ball?

-A Harvest Ball? With you? - He nodes.- Then yes! Of course I want to come to the ball with you! Wow at last I will be able to see you dance among other people!- At this exclamation, Lif made a face and his eyes lost focus for a second. He was so preoccupied about inviting you to the ball and not let Hrid or another hero get a chance to do so, he forgot he had to dance and be around countless people and it would be the court nobles no less!

You do not know it, but he is freaking out in his mind by the new information. He knows he needs help for that situation as well and fortunately he knows who to go to for that help. Meanwhile he has to act cool about this and get away from the room before he does something stupid.

-Well. It is a date then.- He says getting up and smiling at you before putting his mask back on. He left the room and you were left admiring his retreating form until he crosses the threshold and closes the door behind him.