"Yuna, are you ready?" Tidus asked into her ear. She wasn't sure. This was the moment she had been waiting for, for so long and she was still hesitating. Tidus was on top of her, his bare skin pressed against hers. They hadn't booked a room at The Ifrit. Tidus had taken her to The Larva, in West Zanarkand. The rooms were a bit more expensive, but he hadn't minded spending the gil on Yuna. It hadn't taken them long before they were all other each other, lips pressed, fingers snatching off clothing. Once they were under the covers, things had picked up considerably. It was dark in the room. They both had decided that the wide windows behind the bed would spill in enough light to see. Yuna looked up at his face in the moonlight. Was she ready?
"Yes. I'm ready," she told him, feeling her heart began to pound.
"Okay," he said, and she felt his hand slid in between them.
"Wait. It's going to hurt a lot, huh?"
Since he wasn't a girl, he couldn't speak from experience. He really didn't know. He'd never been with a virgin before. This was a new experience for him as well.
"Just a little bit," he said, hoping he was right.
"Okay," she said again, and held her breath. She felt him push forward. She immediately winced. He lied. It hurt a lot. Worst than she imagined.
"Tidus…" she grimaced.
"See? Just a little bit," he said, and began to thrust slowly.
Yuna pressed her lips together to keep from screaming. She had to get him out of her. Without thinking, she reached for the phone receiver next to the bed and hit him in the shoulder with it.
"Ouch…Yuna…what are you….ouch…" he broke off as the receiver smacked him in the cheek. He rolled off the bed, onto the floor.
Yuna immediately regretted her panic. "Tidus, I'm sorry, I didn't realize…"
He sat up, rubbing his cheek slowly. "I guess it hurt more than a little bit, huh?"
He stood up and grabbed the receiver out of her hand. Then he moved the phone as far away from the bed as possible. He looked around and made sure there wasn't anything else in reach of her hands.
"Yuna, do you really want to do this? We can't do this if I'm injured," he half joked.
"I know. I'm sorry. Yes, I really want to do this. Just go really slowly, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed. I better go slowly, or the next time, she might try to smother me.
Yuna sighed. How had Rikku and Lulu gotten through this? They made it seem like sex was fantastic. They had left out the pain. But, she was determined to do this tonight.
They kept at it repeatedly, until she was able to handle the pain and allow them to finally finish it.
"Ready?" he asked again.
He didn't say anything else as he moved inside of her. By this time, she understood that she had a role to play in this as well. Now, she finally understood what Lulu and Rikku were trying to tell her as he penetrated her. She felt the light beads of perspiration on his back as her hands moved up to his head to bring his lips down to hers again. The pain was all gone now. She didn't experience anything except the pleasure that her lover was giving her.
"Tidus…" she moaned, her hands on his slippery back again.
Tidus looked down at her, her eyes closed, her back arched. She was so beautiful, he just wanted to do this all night long. Did it make a difference because he was in love with her? He wondered briefly before a moan escaped his lips. He decided that it had to.
Her hand reached down to clasp his. He clasped her other hand, as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Yuna's head was spinning. She knew that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. It felt too good. She could feel herself starting to climax. She squeezed his hands tightly.
He moved faster.
They both climaxed against each other. Tidus let a few swears slip out in between, but Yuna hadn't noticed. She was panting heavily, content, and extremely happy. His head rested on her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.
"I'll have a blue dragon," Baralai said to the bartender. The bartender raised an eyebrow.
"You older than twenty?" he asked skeptically.
"No. But, I'm eighteen."
"You have to be twenty-one in this hotel, my friend."
"What? That's ridiculous. You can have a drink anywhere in Zanarkand if you're eighteen," argued Baralai. He was in no mood for some lowlife hotel clerk. Couldn't the idiot look at him and tell he were a man?
"Give him a drink, Pete. He's with me," Paine said, from the other side of the bar. Baralai looked in her direction. He thought that she would be long gone by now. The prom had wound down an hour ago. Pete gave him the drink. He picked it up and walked around the bar to sit next to her.
"What the hell are you still doing here?" he asked.
"Don't bother to say thanks for the drink. I'm in no hurry to get home. Granny doesn't expect me to return till tomorrow."
"Do you always do what Granny expects?" he asked, mockingly.
"Yes. She's one of the few people that I respect. Why are you still here?"
He shrugged. He didn't want to burden her with his horrible night. After arguing with Rikku and Datto, he was exhausted. Datto claimed he was never speaking to him again. He'd have to buy him the gaming system that he knew he wanted. He'd forgive him. And he was still pissed that Tidus had won the bet. He knew that he hadn't whisked Yuna away to spoon under the covers. That son of a bitch.
But, he had to admire the way he had won the bet. He took the challenge, and pursued Yuna just like the rest of them, even with a girlfriend on the side. He had determination.
"I don't have any place to go," he finally told her.
She shrugged, and took another sip of her drink. She knew that Talynda was upstairs with Botta. She had seen them run up after the prom. She had to give the girl credit. She was determined to land an Abe.
Baralai reached into his pockets for his cigarettes. He felt the plastic card. He remembered then that he had booked a room here in advance; thinking he and Yuna would be up there getting to know each other without clothes by now. He scowled, thinking about Yuna again. She had ruined his prom. Or, maybe he had ruined his own prom with the bet. No, it was her.
"I have a room," he told her for no particular reason. She just stared. Was he crazy? Did he think she would sleep with him again? He didn't say anything.
She cleared her throat. "So, um…wanna fuck?"
"Hell yes," he said, grabbing her hand and racing from the bar.
"Hey, Lu, can I get serious for a moment?" Wakka asked, as she lay on his naked chest. The past two hours had been the most interesting hours of his young life. He thought he knew everything. He was wrong. Lulu had managed to teach a few new things tonight.
She sighed with contentment on his chest. Her mother would have a fit in the morning, but right now she didn't care.
"What's going to happen to us? I mean, are we official now?"
She laughed. She knew that Wakka had a commitment phobia. She was hoping that she would be the one to finally bring him around. Maybe she had succeeded.
"Well, do you want to be?" she asked.
"I do, if you want to."
She turned to face him. "Yes. If you really want to."
He smiled. "Fine. I guess I should do this proper, ya. Lu, will you be my girl?"
"I'm already your girl, Wakka."
"Ya. I guess so. Don't make fun of me. I've never done this before."
"I'm not making fun of you. We're official then," she said, leaning over to graze his lips with hers.
"Your mother's not going to like this, ya," he warned. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that Majestic didn't like him. She was nice enough to his face, but he felt that she didn't think he was right for Lulu.
"I'll handle her. I make the important decisions in my life. And this is one of them." She really didn't care what Majestic said. She just wanted to be with Wakka.
"Hey, this calls for a celebration, ya. We should have champagne."
"Where are we going to get champagne, Wakka? It's almost one," she pointed out.
The hotel bar was closed. Not that he could get anything from there, anyway. He thought just a second.
"I can go out and get some. It won't take long, ya."
"Wakka, I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Lu, we have to celebrate. This is the start of something good, right?"
She smiled. She loved his exuberance.
"Okay. But hurry back," she said. He got up and got dressed again.
He picked up his phone and put it in his pocket. He had turned it off the minute they had gotten to the prom. He looked at Lulu, wrapped in the sheets of the bed. He knew immediately that he would indeed hurry to get back.
"I'll be right back, ya. Don't get dressed," he warned, as he leaned over and gave her a kiss.
"I won't. Hurry."
He left the room and headed down the hall to the elevator. This night was going down as the best night of his life. He noticed that the hotel was very quiet. He nodded at the desk clerk and headed out into the night air again. He got into his car and debated the quickest way to get the champagne. He decided to take a shortcut, which would require few traffic lights. He groaned when he realized a car behind him in the distance. He was certain not too many people were familiar with this shortcut.
He finally made it into downtown where he got out to the champagne. He looked around and crossed the street.
"Hey, there young man. What can I do for you?" smiled the older cashier.
"Nothing heavy, ya. I'm just here for a bottle of champagne."
"Champagne? What's the occasion?"
"Prom. And I'm celebrating something else."
"Well, good for you. Not too many young men celebrate losing their virginity."
Wakka stared. "I'm not no virgin, ya. I'm celebrating because I'm with the girl I wanted."
"Still, good for you. Here you go. Forty gil."
Wakka bought the champagne and headed back out quickly. He got inside his car and decided to check his messages. There was only one. From Rikku, who sounded so angry he could hardly make out what the hell she was talking about, mixing in a few Al bhed words here and there. She was screaming about the bet. How did she know about that? He decided he'd take care of it in the morning.
He took the same shortcut back to the hotel; only he saw that the light was going to change before he could make it at the bottom of the hill. He pressed the brake. Nothing. He pumped it again more desperately. He saw that a train was rapidly moving across the tracks across the street. He pressed the brake pedal to the floor. Nothing.
Rikku opened an eye and looked out the window at the morning sunlight. She sighed. She didn't think it was possible to be any more pleased with her life as she was at the moment. Despite the fact that she was pissed with the Abes, and particularly Tidus, she had still managed to have a wonderful night. She turned over and reached for Gippal. He wasn't in bed. She sat up. He was out on the balcony, watching the sun rise. He was shirtless, dressed only in his tuxedo pants.
She got up slowly from the bed, using the sheet for cover. She slid the glass door open and stepped onto the balcony. Gippal was leaning on the railing, smoking a cigarette, seeming deep in thought.
"Hi. What are you doing up so early?" Rikku asked, squinting.
He gave her a brief smile. "I just had some stuff on my mind, you know."
"Well, I haven't heard from Yuna yet. I don't know if this is good or bad."
"She can take care of herself, Rik."
"I know. But, she's family. That's why I'm protective of her."
He nodded without replying.
"Last night was wonderful. I can't believe we had our prom. Now, it's off to college," she said, brightly.
He didn't answer.
She thought that now was a time to bring up something she had discovered while she was living with him.
"Gippal, I saw your college applications under your bed. How come you didn't fill them out?"
"Because I'm not going to college, Rik."
"What?" she demanded. What was the matter with him? What did he mean he wasn't going to Zanarkand University?
"I'm going on the road. Joey has the band booked for a year," he explained. Joey was his band's manager and Rikku thought the guy was just using Gippal to amuse himself.
"On the road? For a year? What are you talking about?" she shrieked.
He turned to face her. "I'm saying that I'm not going to Zanarkand U. I'm going to be on the road with the band. This is an opportunity for us to make it, Rik. I'm going to take it."
"Gippal, I can't believe you're throwing away your college education for this…this pipe dream of yours! You can't sing! And Joey's just trying to exploit you!"
"Damn it, Rik. That's enough! I'm sick of you claiming that. Well, you know what? You're the only person besides your family that's told me that. And Joey is in the music industry. He knows talent when he sees it! Why can't you just support me for once?" he angrily demanded.
"How can I support this? What about us? What's supposed to happen to us?" she yelled.
"I don't know," he answered honestly.
"And you don't care! You just care about that stupid band!"
"It's not stupid! What's stupid is throwing away a huge opportunity I have for a stupid girl!" he screamed before he realized it.
Rikku didn't know what to say. She couldn't believe he said that. She turned to go back inside to get dressed to get as far away from him as possible.
He followed her quickly. "I didn't mean it, Rik. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he said, turning her around to face him. He used his thumb to wipe the stray tear away from her cheek. This was killing him. He didn't want to have to choose between his music and his girl. He didn't have a choice. It was going to be one or the other.
"Rik, stop crying. You know I hate seeing you cry," he pleaded.
She wiped her eyes. "When are you leaving?" she asked.
"The day after graduation."
"Well, we can make it work, right? I mean, we can call, and…"
"No, Rik. I don't want you to waste a year waiting for me. I don't want you to put your life on hold. You're going to college this fall. I want you to have a good time, whatever that means. If you find someone else, then I want you to be with him," he said, disguising his jealousy. He knew a pretty girl like Rikku wasn't going to be single for long. And if this thing went bad…he didn't know if he could face her again.
"You're breaking up with me?" she asked with horror. She had felt horrible for Yuna most of the night, not realizing her own heart was going to go through the shredder in the morning.
"I have to. You deserve to live your life. Don't wait for me."
She wrapped her arms around him tightly. She knew she would never forget her senior year and she would never forget Gippal.
"My Dad's going to kill you," she said softly.
He chuckled. "I know."
Paine sipped her coffee as she watched the sunrise. She couldn't believe she was in a hotel room with Baralai. She had changed a bit. But, only a bit. Granny would be disappointed that she was nowhere near to considering dating Baralai on a permanent basis. He wasn't her type and she didn't believe in love, anyway. It was a joke. Just an emotion that a lot of poor suckers allowed themselves to believe. She wasn't one of them. She glanced down at Baralai, who still sleeping. What a jerk. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but she knew what he was underneath it all. She decided to go take a shower and get dressed.
She thought about the prom while she showered. What was the purpose of the prom, anyway? It was just an excuse to get laid. No other reason. She wondered if she should attend college. She had been accepted at Zanarkand U, but she was doing it mostly to please Folene. She thought that she should stay on at the farm and help out. Her grandmother couldn't do it all herself and they couldn't afford to hire help.
Maybe she could get a job and help Folene with some of the upkeep that way. Or at least pay someone to help out at the farm while she was at school. Sometimes she wished Folene would just sell it. It was too much work for the both of them. But, the farm had been in her family forever. Folene even made her promise to keep it after her death. Something to pass down to her children. Paine grimaced. Kids. She didn't have the patience or enough alcohol to deal with kids.
Baralai was the sort of jerk that would want kids. He was spoiled himself, so he would want to spoil his kids as well. Just what I need. A house filled with spoiled motherfuckers.
The hot water felt very inviting on her skin. She took her time. She was certain that Baralai wouldn't be waking up any time soon. He had been very drunk last night. He kept moaning about Tidus, and how he was trying to ruin his life. The blitz season would begin again next month. She knew that she would be long forgotten from his mind as he regained the admiration of all his fans.
She stepped out of the shower and got dressed. As soon as she walked into the room, Baralai started screaming at her.
"Why the hell did you tie me up? Untie me now!" he demanded, pulling on the cords that held his wrists and ankles.
"Why the hell did you place a bet on Yuna's virginity? You're shit, Baralai."
"Fuck that. Untie me now, bitch, or you'll be sorry."
"I'm already sorry," she assured him, picking up her things and heading for the door. She blew him a kiss and walked out.
"What a great night," smiled Yuna.
"What a great morning," Tidus corrected. They were still in bed after a round of vigorous morning activities. She stared at him, enjoying the way the morning sunlight made his eyes appear bluer. She thrilled in the idea that he belonged to her.
"Too bad we can't stay here all day," she murmured.
He leaned over and gave her a kiss. "We don't have to stay here. We're together now."
"Yeah. It's kind of weird. The prom's over. School's almost over. What are you planning on doing with your summer?" she asked, sitting up.
He shrugged. "Nothing much. I'll be working full time at The Tornado."
"My father wants to take me to for a week. He wants to go skiing."
"Should your father be on a pair of skis?" he asked seriously.
"He'll be fine. We go every year. But then, he wasn't…."
"Yuna, maybe you should talk to him about getting some help," he said, throwing the covers back and standing up.
"I have. He's stubborn. He doesn't think it's something serious."
"You have to do something. You'll just spend all of your time at college worrying about him."
"Yeah. I'm not sure I'm going to stay in the dorms."
"That's too bad. Isn't college supposed to be about freedom? From your parents?"
"Yeah. Well, we'll see."
"I'm going to head into the shower. You may join me if you can keep your hands off my body."
She laughed and watched him head into the shower. She gathered her things together. She looked at her phone. She should really check her messages. She giggled, thinking of an angry Braska.
Tidus got in the shower and turned it on full blast. He didn't think it was humanly possible to be any happier than he was at this moment in his life. He never imagined being in love was like this. He used to think girls only purpose was to satisfy him and move on with their lives. He knew that Darcy thought she was in love with him, but…he never felt like this about her. If he had, things would have been different. Jecht had tried to explain love to him on more than one occasion, giving up after accusing Tidus of being high and incapable of comprehending what he was saying.
Now, with a clear mind, he knew what his father was trying to say. Perhaps this was why Jecht had known about his love for Yuna before he did.
"Yuna, I'm almost done. Where are you?" he called out. No answer. He could hear her speaking, possibly to her father. Tidus instantly knew that he would have to avoid Braska for at least a week.
He turned the shower off and got out. He dried himself quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist. He opened the door.
"Hey. I heard you talking. Were you talking to your father?" he asked. He felt uneasy all of a sudden. Yuna was wearing her dress, rushing to put her shoes on.
"What are you doing?" he asked. He could see that she had been crying. He felt confused. Had there been an accident?
"Yuna, what's wrong?" he asked.
She paused, turning slowly to face him. He was shocked by the anger in her eyes. She looked furious.
"Did you make a bet on me?" she asked.
She picked up the small lamp on the night table and tossed it at his head. He moved.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"YOU MADE A BET ON ME! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" she screamed wildly.
Tidus was bewildered. He had no idea what the hell she was talking about. She seemed hysterical. He just knew that he wanted to make things right, no matter what.
"Yuna, please calm down and talk to me. What bet?"
"TO SLEEP WITH ME! I TRUSTED YOU! I HATE YOU!" she screamed in between sobs. She ran toward the door of the room. Tidus quickly caught her.
"Wait, Yuna, what are you talking about?" he demanded.
She fought him, beating at his chest, trying to claw his eyes out. He was trying to figure out what he had done to cause her to react in such a way.
"Yuna, what bet?" he asked again.
"WITH THE ABES! ALL OF YOU WERE IN ON IT!"
"No, Yuna, wait…" she brought her knee up hard. He released her, falling onto the carpet. She slammed the door. While he lay there, groaning in pain, he tried to calmly think about the things she was screaming. She thought that he had made some kind of bet. He couldn't lose Yuna. When he was calm enough to get up and get dressed, he tried to call her. Of course, she wasn't answering. How had she left the hotel? She had ridden with him. Maybe she was still in the lobby. He got his things together and hurried down to the lobby. He didn't see her anywhere. He checked out, and ran outside. She was gone. He got into his car and drove around looking for her. He couldn't find her. He gave up, deciding to go home and try to figure this out.
He pulled into his garage slowly. He had hurt her, this much he knew for certain. Maybe Wakka would know what she was talking about. He tried calling. No answer. Damn. He would try Datto later on. He didn't want to bother him right now. Someone should finish enjoying their morning.
He dragged his feet slowly to the kitchen door. He didn't know how his day could get any worse. He closed the door slowly and made his way to the stairs.
"Hi, sweetie. Did you enjoy your prom?" Zalora asked from the living room doorway. He didn't answer. He kept dragging his feet up the stairs.
He must be exhausted, she thought, and returned to the room.
The walk down the hall seemed to take Tidus forever. He finally made it to his room. He stood there for the longest time, wondering how he had managed to screw things up. Jecht had been right. His phone beeped in his pocket, indicating a message. Yuna!
He pressed the button to listen.
Hi, Ti. It's me. Darcy. I know that you don't want to talk to be, but we have to talk. It's important. And no, it's not about us getting back together. Though, I wish you would consider. I've got something to tell you. And I should probably quit stalling and just say it. Here it is. I'm pregnant.
The phone fell from his hand. He thought he was going to have a brain seizure. He wanted to die. Right now. Without realizing it, he was at his dresser, reaching behind his socks. He pulled out the vial of Bio that he kept hidden there for when he felt like his life was over. This was one of those times. He'd lost Yuna. And now he was about to be tied to a girl he didn't even like. He took the top off the vial and brought it to his lips slowly.
Thank you to all who have read this story. And thanks to all reviewers. I decided to end this story like this in case I wanted to write a sequel. This story was a lot of fun for me to write. It began as just an idea for a story and kept growing. Anyway…until next time.