正義の味方

     “I’d be insulted if you did.  Besides, I know you like it rough.”

     The dance begins again with practiced ease.  It’s like time hasn’t ticked forward a moment since we were in my home’s dojo together.  She strikes fast, fierce, decisive, and elegant, every swing meant to disable or neutralize.  I defend in kind, baiting her into telegraphed openings before parrying and going on the offensive, only for her to counter and repeat our routine.  She’s the better fencer, but I know her too well and fight dirty.  Her Instinct against my Mind’s Eye.

     It’s exhilarating, matching her blow for blow, keeping up with her.  I’m still the idiot of a boy who first fell in love with her, who admires everything she is.  Laugher mixes with my grunts of exertion as my affections for her bubble up from me unbidden.

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     ....I suppose this is where I feign surprise.

                                           Awakening from that slumber might have been ideal though the King understands he wasn’t a fan of sleeping in general. How could the KING OF KNIGHTS not be recalling those times when he neglected any rest on his bed? Most was committed in the shed her young MASTER had summoned her quite accidentally…the very shed where a fair maiden rest upon. Emerald hues remain fixated on a man whose natural instincts suddenly embrace that warming body of hers. Oh, how the King felt those cheeks burning a bright red for a few moments, now finding herself at ease. Such muscular arms were granting an embrace as if not wishing to depart from his beloved SWORD ever again. The gesture and feeling alone was returned, thus making hands to resume their endless strokes to his hair. At least the rush of blood must have given rise to a certain ‘ part ’ of his body. Her knight in red ended up responding pleasantly before the King’s smile who resumes being in this position. “ How you would be, SHI…ROU… hmm? ” 

                                           Unable to see where the heat arises, the King’s legs is met with a familiar sensation…quite difficult to ignore. No wonder SABER is met with this reaction and the obvious flushed complexion he bears. Her SCABBARD had a method for keeping her confused until the moment is right. As a response, the King doesn’t hesitate to lift her body away for them to remain side by side. It shouldn’t be like this when their reunion had begun a couple of hours ago. Almost like nothing had changed between them, it’s only natural for her last moments to be met with a BITTERSWEET departure. With a hand locking into one of his, her SHIROU’S presence was still visible through this touch. Nostalgic scent remains lurking around him like the evening they bed together as a couple. What more could the KING OF KNIGHTS ask for?

                                           “ You are turning red like the time of seeing me naked. B-But I did sense your body’s state reacting from my body on top of yours. I only wished to awaken you and make certain this was not a BLISSFUL DREAM as the ones I had when my eyes closed. ” AVALON brought its own sorrows though the relentless waiting for the King’s loved one must have been the greatest. For she couldn’t fully speak out the waiting being for naught, not when her arms could once again embrace her SCABBARD right at this moment.

     She wanted to make sure it wasn’t a dream?  Can’t say I blame her.  Holding her like this, it feels too good to be true.  To confirm it myself, I kiss her as my I run my fingers through her hair, resting my forehead against hers as our lips part.

     “Feels pretty real to me.  Think I’d enjoy putting that to the test further when we have some more time to ourselves.  But for now...”

     I leave her grasp reluctantly to stand up from bed.  Donning my cloak, I run my hands through my hair to sweep my bangs and send a small pulse of prana through my circuits.  I feel them crackle to life inside me with a peculiar, but pleasant surge of energy, almost like how it felt when I had her sheath.  All systems are go, it would seem.

     The edge of my lips quirks upward into a satisfied smirk as I take Saber’s hand and help her to her feet likewise.  While I’m glad to have her back for entirely selfish reasons, she wasn’t summoned for only my sake.