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Here's the second in my series! Just a warning: This one had more sensuous/adult imagery. Nothing explicit, just warning if you're that young/are offended by this stuff. You can skip this chapter if you want, and there will be no impairment to future reading. Errrm...Enjoy!


008. Orange

The first time that Zidane saw the princess (he didn't really care what her name was then) and that damn orange jumpsuit, he knew they were going to have some problems. The way it clung to every contour of her just curvy enough body; the way it seemed to act like a second skin - it was just distracting enough for him to get his tail cut off in battle. It didn't help that she had a face portraying her innate na?vety and skin as soft as fresh, juicy peaches. Perhaps it would do him well to remember her name - Garnet, was it?

Next time they were alone together, Zidane tried to persuade her out of that strange concoction of orange that seemed to be gracing his dreams far more often than he would've liked. Really, it was a wonder that all of his limbs were intact and he hadn't been maimed by the rusty knight for 'defiling the princess'.

Oh boy, he spoke too soon.

It was a very, very hot summer night just outside Madain Sari; most of their party had retreaded into the relative cool of their tents, but Zidane and Dagger had both elected to stay sitting around that blasted fire that wouldn't even have been lit if they didn't need the heat. Zidane had spent most of the past hour trying to keep his eyes firmly on the spluttering flames of the coughing fire to little avail. The tight, skin like jumpsuit just caught his attention no matter how much he tried; the way it glimmered in the dim firelight, the way it clung to every contour of her body, from her large, round breasts to her shapely hips and...

"Zindane? Is everything quite... well?"

Zidane restrained the urge to splutter like a mad man and kept his voice low - now was really not the time to wake Steiner or Eiko!

"Of course Dagger." God! If it wasn't enough that she was simply irresistible, she had the voice of an angel and the real face that could launch a thousand ships to match. And he didn't even want to get started on just how irresistibly ingenuous she was, so perfect for his less than innocent desires...

"Are you quite sure? You seem to be very hot, are you sure you wouldn't like to go into your tent?" She asked as sweetly as could be, shuffling so she was next to him and placing on oh so soft hand on his forehead as though to take his temperature.

"I'm just fine Dagger, although it is very hot, isn't it? Are you sure you're cool enough in that jumpsuit?" Zidane asked, hoping desperately that she wouldn't catch on to all of his deeper meanings. Of course she wouldn't - this was Dagger!

"Well yes, I suppose I am. I would postulate that you are too?" She shifted under Zidane's half lit intense gaze. "I suppose removing my undershirt wouldn't be too improper..."

She turned her back to him and Zidane watched in amazement as tortuously slowly and too far away, she slowly peeled the orange second skin down, just far enough so that she could take off her white undershirt and expose the soft skin of her back - just as peach like as he'd imagined - to him, before covering it up again all too fast.

She turned to face him with the shirt tightly clenched in one fist, and a gratuitous amount of skin showing - although to Zidane's dismay, she elected to lace up the front if her suit as tightly as it could go, showing him no skin past the far too modest cut of the neckline.

And it only served to make Zidane even hotter.

"Will you not join me?" Dagger asked with a sweet, sweet smile - almost as though she knew exactly what she was doing, and this was her cruel way of getting vengeance for all the times Zidane had come onto her.

He swallowed thickly. "I suppose I could." And not breaking eye contact with those sweet fawn eyes, he slowly undid his own shirt, removing it entirely with his brash over confidence.

Did she even know what she did to him?! The tension in the air was tangible; it could be cut with even the bluntest of knives.

"Are you cooler now, Zidane?"

No. Of course not, not when I can see down the enticing crevice in your breasts. "Yes" he rasped in a voice he didn't mean to come out.

She'd looked taken aback by it too, but recovered quickly - surely something she'd learnt as a princess - and her eyes, if he wasn't mistaken, darkened a shade. Perhaps the princess wasn't so innocent after all? But he'd never know, because this was forbidden, more than the orange jumpsuit should be.

He stood up, shirt in hand and left her there by the orange fire, and even though he could feel her hurt and confused eyes boring into his skull, he didn't cave in.

"Sorry princess, but I'd rather like to keep my head in my shoulders." He muttered, just loud enough so that that he half hoped despite himself that she'd hear over the crackling fire.

That night, he dreamt of orange.


Yeah, I did warn you! It's nothing huge, but I just thought I'd say - you never know! Please, review if you've got time and liked it, and follow for more to come! Thanks!