#48 – Strawberries

Aya/Capell

Mature (Do you have any idea how annoying it is to write a mature section during a heat wave!?)

Timeline: Erm…anytime after they met Faina but before Sigmund dies

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“Do you like them?” she asked from where she was straddling his waist, the skirt of her red and white dress pushed up, revealing toned lightly tanned thighs.

“When do I not?” he asked, his hands on her hips. He was sitting up right with his bare back against the tree. She had removed his jacket and top during their make out, wanting to feel his toned muscles under her hands.

She had removed her brown knee-high boots when they had arrived at their spot, leaving her legs clad in mid-thigh red tights. During their make out, he removed her white sleeveless jacket and threw it on top of his jacket and top so he could have access to her neck, shoulder, and top chest.

His lips caressed hers, his hands, freed from his heavy brown gloves, sliding into her dark silky brown hair, holding her lips to his. Her hands caressed his chest, feeling the soft skin and hard muscles. His hands slipped from her hair and down her back until he reached her hips.

Her hands slipped around his waist and up his back, pressing their upper bodies together, enjoying the feel of his hot skin under hers before she raked her nails down his back, delighting in the shivers and the groans she elicited from him.

His hands slid up her thighs, feeling the soft skin before they slipped under the skirt and curved around her ass, pulling her further into his hips. He could feel the lacy underwear she had on and wondered what colour she was wearing.

White…to show her innocence that turned him on when she would blush and go all shy when exposed to something new?

Red…to show her wild and passionate side she could get whenever she was riled up or turned on?

Green…to match her eyes, bright and wondering, shadows dancing in the back of them over the death and destructions she had seen her in young life?

It did not matter, not with her gasping and arching her hips into his, her nails digging into his back as he thrusted his hips up into hers. Their lips met each other once more and parted so their tongues could duel together, tasting the different fruit that the other had to eat.

Her hands slid down his back, over his waist, up his chest and over his shoulders so she could lace her hands through his thick hair. Breaking apart to breath, his lips attached themselves to her cheek, over the slope of her chin and down her neck.

He moved his lips down to her chests, skimming the curves of her breasts that peeked from the white bodice of her dress. She gasped before biting her lower lip, arching her back. No man had ever touched or kissed her in this way and she was enjoying all the new and strange sensations that ran through her body.

One of his hands cupped her left breast through the material, feeling the heavy weight yet slightly small size. He could feel her nipple hardening behind the material and ran his thumb over it. She whimpered, her back arching once more, pushing her breast into his hand. He chuckled against her chest before cupping his palm around her breast, adding pressure to her sensitized nipple.

“Oh,” she pushed harder, her hands tightening in his hair and grinding her hips down into his. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and pulled his hand away from her, getting a moan of loss as a result but he did not want to overload her too much.

“Are you even allowed to be doing this?” he asked between planting kisses on the column of her throat, enjoying the way her breathless moans would escape between parted glossy red lips, her hands tightening in his thick dark red hair.

“I am sixteen, if that’s what’s you mean,” she replied, breathless and insulted. He chuckled against her throat, sending shivers down her spine.

“I meant you being a princess and me being a lowly commoner,” he amended with a flick of his tongue over the skin just below her left ear, a spot he found, quite quickly, that turned her on. Her hands, in his hair, tightened harder as her hips ground down into his before his words registered.

Pulling away, the dreamy desire replaced with a glare of amusement.

“Let’s just get this straight, Capell. I don’t care about my status as a princess and beside; who would you rather was with me like this?” Aya asked, a sly smirk crossing her face. “Edward?” she chuckled at his look of annoyance at the mention of the serious warrior, “Or Sigmund?”

“No and hell no,” Capell shuddered. He didn’t know what it was but the though of Aya with Sigmund felt too much like the feeling of a girlfriend being with his father…which was quite weird, despite Sigmund’s seriousness and being mature, he was the same age as Capell.

“Next time, don’t ask stupid questions,” she ordered. Capell grinned.

“Yes, your highness,” he teased and was rewarded with a swat to his left shoulder before she reached over to the small brown basket sitting off to the side, under the shade to protect the contents from the warm sun.

After she had revealed her identity as the Princess of Fayel and her talk with Capell that ended in him playing his flute in order to cheer her up, Aya had approached Capell the next morning with a closed basket, asking him if he wanted to go for a picnic with her.

Capell had readily agreed; he was getting annoyed with the amazed stares from the people in the market and castle over him and Sigmund looking like twins. Moreover, he was not going to turn down the chance to spend time with Aya alone.

Aya pulled out a bright red strawberry by the stem and turned back to Capell, holding it over his moth. Capell grinned as he reached up and bit into the soft sweet fruit, enjoying the way it hit his taste buds.

“Where did you get the strawberries?” Capell asked after he finished chewing the bite.

“Halgita, my father gets them delivered,” Aya told him as she reached in the basket for another strawberry before smirking. “I know how much you love fruit.” Capell rolled his eyes in amusement. It was a give away of how much he loved fruit since he would eat a fruit for breakfast, lunch and dinner if he could get away with it.

Aya and Rucha ended up having to be creative with their meals and desserts in order to tempt him into eating them. More than once Aya had caught him sneaking off before breakfast to have a fruit and ended with her scolding him, taking the fruit to mix it in with other fruit and handing the bowl to him to have for breakfast.

Aya dipped the strawberry into the melted chocolate before bring it to Capell’s lips, teasing him and getting his lips covered in chocolate as a result.

“Aya,” Capell groaned. She grinned, pulled the strawberry away from him, and kissed him, licking the chocolate off his lips, indulging herself with the taste of strawberry, chocolate, and a taste that was pure Capell.

Pulling away from him, she gave him the treat, biting her bottom lip as he ate the soft fruit before she climbed off his lap. “Hey!” Capell objected. He had been happy having her on his lap and wondered why she removed herself from him.

“We’re supposed to be on a picnic,” Aya reminded with a roll of her eyes. “I did not make all this food for it to go to waste as we make out.” Capell shot her a dopey grin.

“I’m not complaining,” he teased her. She blushed before slapping him on the shoulder and he laughed before reaching over to the basket. “What did you make for us?”

“Sandwiches, cakes, and fruit platters,” Aya pulled out the different containers and placed them on the blanket. Capell rubbed his hands together before he grabbed the container with the chocolate cake only for Aya to slap his hands away.

“Hey!” Capell pouted.

“Eat a sandwich first – you never had any breakfast this morning,” she reminded him, holding up a chicken sandwich. Capell took the sandwich and bit into it, enjoying the food. It was different from when he was travelling by himself.

“You are so bossy,” he teased her and she rolled her eyes.

“I am a princess,” she reminded and he laughed.

“How could I possibly forget that,” he teased her. “Especially with the red dress…”

“Is that all you think about?” Aya demanded, trying hard not to smile at the silly grin on his face. Capell shot her a look of pure innocence.

“You’re the one who likes the wear the colour,” he reminded. Aya shot him a glare.

“Just because I like the colour red doesn’t mean that I’m willing to do ‘anything’ for you,” she stressed the word ‘anything’. Capell just chuckled in amusement before taking another bite of his sandwich.

Down at the bottom of the hill was Faina, a slender girl with light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail with a green ribbon twisted in it and wearing a green and white dress, saw Capell and Aya at the top of the hill. From her view, she could see that Aya was sitting in front of Capell and he was laughing at something she was telling him.

She smiled when she saw Capell; he looked so handsome with the sun shining on him and his bright cheerful smile. She stopped briefly when she noticed that he had removed his red top, obviously feeling the summer heat, and felt her cheeks flushed with desire and shyness.

Her desire and shyness died down when she spotted Aya leaning over to Capell, offering him something that he took right from her hand with his mouth and she frowned. She did not understand the relationship between Capell and the Princess of Fayel.

Oh, she knew Aya was a princess, even if Capell didn’t but it wasn’t a surprise, the Princess was rarely allowed outside the castle walls when she was younger so people wouldn’t have recognised her if she walked past them in the streets wearing normal clothes instead of her royal garbs.

Faina climbed up the side of the hill, making sure that they would not spot her straight away. She wanted to surprise them.

Capell finished his sandwich and looked up to see Aya was picking at her fruit salad, deep in thought. She reminded him of the time they had reached the top of Castle Valette.

“Just so you know, I haven’t forgiven you for forcing me to join the Liberation,” Capell warned her and she looked at him, the epitome of innocence.

“I didn’t force you,” Aya told him with a sweet smile. “I merely…nudged you in the right direction.” Capell chuckled.

“Nudge me is right – you kicked me in the shin!” he exclaimed. “You took my choice from me!” Aya rolled her eyes.

“And I was right – I said that you possessed a wondrous powers that none of us knew of. You can cut the chain,” she reminded. Capell scratched the back of his head.

“I still don’t understand why I can do it,” he whispered, bringing his hand down and looking at them. Aya shrugged.

“Sigmund was right when he said that Fate had decided on you two meeting. You are meant to help us to cut the chains,” Aya told him.

“I don’t believe in fate,” muttered Capell. “She hasn’t been that kind to me.” Aya stared at him for a moment before looking down at the sandwich in her hand.

“What were you adoptive parents like?” Capell looked at her before raising his eyes to the leaves above his head, shining in the sunlight.

“They cared for me. My adoptive mother loved cooking and she would always make us these meals. My adoptive father was a farmer so we always had fresh produces. I would go with him to the market when he was selling them,” Capell said before his eyes darkened in pain. “They died due to a house fire. I had been sent to get water and came back to find the house burning down.” Aya gasped.

“Maybe…” she started hopefully but Capell shook his head, looking down at his hands.

“I heard their screams,” he whispered. Aya stared at him before looking off to the side.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, pain shooting through her heart at his past. Capell shook his head and smiled brightly at her.

“It happens. There was nothing anyone could do,” Capell explained, shrugging. “Beside, I got to travel the world and meet other people. My parents saved my life sending me for water; they wouldn’t have wanted me to grieve for them forever.” Aya looked at him before she gave him a short nod. She could not believe his positivity. He was definitely different.

“How can you see the good in everything?” she asked, curious. “I mean, nothing ever seems to faze you.” Capell grinned.

“Gotta live each day like it’s your last,” he told her before shrugging. “If you can’t see the good in anything, what can you see?” Aya repeated inside of her head and realised that he was right. What was the point of living if you only saw the bad things in life?

Capell, wanting to distract Aya from her thoughts, reached over and pulled Aya back onto his lap and pressed a kiss to the underneath of her chin before moving down to the hollow spot in the middle of her clavicle, flicking his tongue.

Aya gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders. Capell welcomed the pain as Aya tilted her head back, her hands smoothing down his back as he pressed their upper bodies together, kissing his way over the curves of her breasts, and flicking his tongue over the soft salty skin.

Capell removed his lips from her chests, listening as Aya’s mewls of pleasure turned to one of displeasure as he slid one hand into her thick brown locks, bringing her head forward so red would meet green eyes.

Faina stopped in her tracks when she saw Capell tug Aya’s head down, pressing his lips against hers. Aya made a soft sound of pleasure as she shifted closer, as much as she could, considering she was on his lap. Capell’s other arm slid around her waist, holding her close to him.

Biting her bottom lip, Faina turned sad green eyes to the ground and turned away, walking back to Sapran, it was obvious to who his heart belonged…but there was always a way to steal him. She smiled to herself, yes; she would get Capell and show Aya that just because she was a princess; it did not mean she deserved everything in life.

Unaware that someone had been watching them, Aya broke the kiss, trailing her lips over Capell’s cheek until she reached his neck, flicking her tongue of the spots that made Capell’s breath hitch. Her hands slid over his chest, feeling the toned muscles under her hand. For a lazy person, he sure knew how to keep himself in shape.

Capell’s head fell back, resting on the trunk of the tree as Aya’s lips moved down further, her nails lightly scratching him, her hair brushing against him, making his stomach do flip flops. His hand was still cupping the back of her head as she trailed a wet line up his chest before she reached his lips again.

Their lips parted once more, her tongue sliding against his before doing a twisting moment that had Capell’s hand tightening in her hair and his hips bucking up into hers. Aya gasped as she grounded her hips into his, enjoying the way his hardness rubbed against her panties covered core.

She was so soft and responsive, all he had to do was touch her in a certain way and she would melt like butter and he liked that about her. It showed that he was not the only one affected by their attraction to each other.

His hands slipped under the dress and ran up her soft back before fiddling with the back strap of her bra as he pressed their upper bodies closer, flicking his tongue over the roof of her mouth.

Aya gasped and ended up sucking his tongue, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him before she broke the kiss and travelled her lips down to his neck once more. Capell groaned out Aya’s name as she sucked on the sweet spot that connected his neck and shoulder before she nibbled on the skin then flicked her tongue over the skin.

“Aya…you’re killing me,” he groaned out in a desperate husky voice that he could not believe came from him. Aya grinned against his shoulder before lifting her head to look at him in the eye.

“Now you know how I feel,” she teased, brushing her lips against his, teasing him. Capell groaned as he took her lips into his, pulling one hand out from under her dress and cupped the back of her head, holding her to his lips almost possessively.

There was a sound of throat clearing that had them both stopping the kiss, their lips still locked, and green eyes meeting red before they pulled apart from each other and turning their heads to the right to see Sigmund standing off to the side with a fatherly look on his face, torn between looking amused and annoyed.

“If you have finished, we have a chain to smash,” he informed them in an emotionless tone before shooting Capell a fatherly look of warning as he turned around and walked away.

Capell groaned as he dropped his head onto her shoulder as Aya sighed, sliding a hand into his dark red locks.

“Can I run away?” he asked only to wince when she slapped him up the head before chuckling as he tilted his head back so he could look up into her green eyes, smiling dopily. “I would take you with me.” She rolled her eyes as a smile played on her lips before she leaned down and kissed him once more…unaware that their future was going to change with their next battle.

The End

Yep…I have a problem with Faina – She scares the hell out of me and trusts me, it takes a lot to scare me. She is creepy and stalker like. I know many people liked her but seriously; there is something about her that freaks me out!

*grins and hides*

*Peeks back out for a moment*

I guess you could say this is AU, as I do not think they would have ever allowed this in the game.

*Goes straight for hide-out again where her X-Box and IU game is, determined to get all the cut-scenes videoed*