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Final Fantasy Ten too Tired	By : larch Category: Final Fantasy X > Het - Male/Female Views: 910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seymour sighed. First, he�d hated the honeymoon vacation. Later, he loathed it. Now, he dreaded it.

He had no excuse to stay outside and everyone had gone to bed by now. Everyone. The women who gave him bad looks, the batty old ladies he never wanted within three miles of him, the people who insulted him, the blitzball players that looked too bored for their own good, and all of Yuna�s friends. Even the pets had gone to bed.

Unfortunately, that meant Yuna thought it was time for them to go to bed, and not in the same way as all those other ruthless, judgmental, lucky people.

His clothes were coming off one way or another, and he�d rather not be molested by his own wife just to remove his shorts.

He was suddenly contemplating whether or not Yuna was psychic, or if he was just slow in dwelling on the obviously hopeless as her arms wrapped around him. He�d barely gotten undressed and all he was wearing were shorts. How�d she remove all her clothes so fast?

Yuna purred against him and rubbed her hands up and down his chest.

"Yuna, �Confuse Seymour in his underwear� is not a game I particularly enjoy,� he said, trying to shove her arms off of him, but she just pressed tighter and squeezed harder�and lower.

"So, what do you want to do?" Yuna asked, surprisingly sultry.

"Frankly, I was going to take a shower."

"Ooo. Kinky."

"Um, not the way you think."

"EEEEW!"

"I meant I want to take a normal shower alone."

"Then what?"

"Um, what part of me being a priest did you not understand?"

"You�re not a priest anymore."

"Yuna, I spent years as a priest. And before that, I trained to be one."

"Isn�t that unhealthy?"

"I wasn�t really told about that part," Seymour said. "Look, Yuna, you can�t just jump on me and expect me to go completely against my the way I used to live."

"Why not?"

"Can you let go of me, I�m not too comfortable talking to someone behind me."

"Only if you promise that you�ll be more comfortable if I let go."

"Sure. Why not?"

Yuna let go and turned him around, taking the opportunity to hold his hands in hers�both as a romantic gesture and to keep him from running away.

"Yuna� how do put this�?"

"Are you asking what I think you�re asking?"

"�Probably not� Yuna�This is all very� new to me."

"You�ll get used to Beseid. Besides, it�s only for a few days."

"That�s� not what I�m talking about."

"Are you okay?" Yuna asked, putting her and to his forehead. She hadn�t heard so many pauses in talking since she was just the shy summoner�s daughter.

"I�m� really not sure," he said, pushing her hand away. He took a deep breath a steeled himself. Apparently waiting for Yuna to catch on wasn�t going to work. "I�ve never done this."

"Done what?" she asked, and it dawned on her halfway through the last word.

"Yuna, can you let go of me? I�d like to go mope in private and it�s cold in just�" he asked one he knew she finally understood what he was talking about.

"You�re a virgin?"

Seymour slapped his face with his good hand.

"Did I get it wrong again?"

"No, you got it right. I�m just wondering why you think reiterating it will make me feel better about it."

"You mean, I got it right?" Yuna asked. "How? I mean you�re twenty eight."

"Yuna, what part of �priest� did you not understand?�"

"Isn�t� that a bit unhealthy?"

"They don�t really tell you about that part when you apply."

"Why not?"

"I don�t know, probably because they want recruits," he said, still trying to politely free his arm. "Clergy positions don�t� really come with a list of side-effects. You take it or leave it."

"Well, that�s even better. I don�t have to worry about anyone you might have slept with in the past," she saiettietting go of his hand finally.

"Who exactly did you think I�d have slept with in the past? I mean, without being a priest?" he asked, using his freed hand to scratch his head.

"You can�t be too safe these days."

"Well, apparently, I was," Seymour said. "And doesn�t that mean I should be the one worried about who you�ve been with?"

"I haven�t been with anyone since� oh."

"Or� should I be worried about who he�s been with?"

"Seymour, this is our honeymoon. Leave Tidus out of it."

"But�"

"What�s wrong with you?" she asked sweetly. "Most men would jump at the chance for sex, especially with someone my age."

"But you�re not my age."

"Oh come on, you�re not that much older than me, and you act young enough."

"What�s that mean?"

"It means get on the bed so we can have some fun."

"You sure it�ll be fun?"

"It�s sex. Of course it�ll be fun."

"I�" he tried to say, but Yuna pushed him onto the bed.

"I�ll show you how fun it is," she said.

Seymour didn�t say anything, part because he was too stunned by her enthusiasm, despite how ill-placed he knew it was, and part because he realized convincing her otherwise was a futile endeavor and he�d just freeze to death attempting it in his underwear. It was mostly because men are born with brains and genitals, but only enough blood to work one at a time and Yuna had just stripped what little she had been wearing and was thoroughly distracting the latter, making it impossible to work the former.

Yuna leaned in for a kiss, her legs wrapping around his and her breasts pressing against his chest. One hand was at his neck, the other was on his thigh, and slowly creeping upward, tickling as it went.

Seymour tried to concentrate on kissing back and if he was doing it right.

Yuna moved from his mouth to kiss him along his face down his jaw and over t his shoulder.

Seymour froze, but not because of how hard or where she kissed him. As she had moved from his mouth, her hand had slid its way up his boxer shorts. She wasn�t watching him. She was busy sucking on his neck. She reached further up the leg of his short boxers and let her fingers play over what they found. Navigating purely by touch, she soon wrapped her fingers around hard flesh and finally looked up at him to say something.

This time, she stopped frozen in stunned silence.

His eyes were clamped shut. His teeth were gritted. He looked almost as if he were in pain.

She let go and slid her hand out of his shorts.

"Seymour?" she asked. Had she done something wrong? What could she possibly have done wrong?

He didn�t say anything. He just shoved her away enough to untangle himself and gently enough to hurt her. He shot off the bed and into the bathroom and almost immediately, she heard running water.

She sat there, wondering what exactly had transpired and why. Eventually she found no conclusion in sight and all she realized what that she was freezing on the cold bead in nothing but her earring.

Now she realized there was a thumping noise and she got up to see what it was.

"Seymour?" she asked, but he couldn�t hear her.

He was too busy ranting to himself about something while banging his head on the wall and nearly pulling his hair out. Between self-degradation and the water, he wouldn�t hear anything short of a tropical storm, if that.

Yuna watched him until she couldn�t take it anymore. She had no idea why anyone would act like that. She had no idea why he would do anything close to that; he�d always been so catlike as much as he could remember. No matter what the situation, no matter how hurt, he either carried himself with pride and as much dignity as he could muster, or he made sure everyone knew how much they were hurting him as he watched and waited for his opportunity to take back his demeanor. Why now was he hurting himself? Why was he condemning himself?

Why would anyone?

Why would anyone be so afraid after what had just happened?

He stayed in the shower and she went to bed.

Later he joined her, though he was tentative about it, wondering if she would rather he slept on the floor after how he�d reacted.

How could he ell her he actually enjoyed what she was doing? How could h tell her how dumb he felt about it, and about how he�d reacted? How could he possibly ask her for what he really wanted, when he felt, despite the fact that he�d been fighting against the whole world for the same things everyone else had, that he didn�t deserve it? How could he talk to her about this when he couldn�t� even make up his own damn mind?

He promised himself he�d find a way to make up all this up to her before he finally fell asleep.
* * * * *
Yuna was half-asleep when she felt a long, tightly muscled arm thrown over her.

"Seymour?" she asked.

He gripped her tightly and pulled her close to him.

"Mmm, Seymour, she whispered. Had he change his mind?

He shivered against her and his grip tightened.

"Ow. Seymour, those hurt. What are you doing?" she asked, rolling over in his grasp. Apparently he had changed his mind�

He wasn�t overly terrified of her advances, he was now terrified of whatever it was he was dreaming of. He was having a nightmare.

"Is this going to be a regular thing?" she asked.

He didn�t answer.

Suddenly, she got an idea. She could just wait until he woke up and wish him a �good morning.�

If the nightmare didn�t completely ruin the mood first, well, she could fix that.

"It�s okay," she whispered, petting his face. She kept trying to calm him as he shook and made strange, scared noises. She stroked his cheek and brushed the hair from his face, continuing until she got to his ear, where she paused. She had never really seen his ears. He�d always let his hair cover them, even when he was injured or asleep. Even when he was dead he kept her from seeing his ears.

It certainly wasn�t part of his culture; full-blooded guados couldn�t cover their ears with their hair if they tried.

Why, though? Why did he hide himself from her? Would she be invading his privacy if she looked?

Curiosity won over, and she decided they were married, and she could always say �she didn�t intend to upset him.� Then again, that was her excuse for last night, too. �Oh, well, it works for everything,� she thought.

She brushed away a few pieces of blue hair and ran her finger over edge of the ear, wondering at it for a few minutes.

For the most part, he took after his father. She was looking at the only thing that set him apart from a full-blooded Guado�in the eyes of an ignorant human such as herself. They were normal ears�human ears�until the point. His ears ere pointed. Extremely. A long tip jutted off, like an isthmus jutting off a smooth, curved coast of land.

She smiled and chuckled lightly; she�d never seen ears like his before.

At that noise of silly, gleeful laughter, he woke up.

They both froze, staring into each other�s eyes.

Seymour was the first to react. He lowered his gaze�regretting it instantly and closing them instead as he realized she was still naked, and placed his hand over hers, which was still on his ear.

"I guess you�d have seen them at some point," he said, and rolled over before sitting up. "And I don�t care what it looks like, Yuna, I�m not interested."

"I think they�re cute," she asked, watching him as he stood up and started to put his clothes on. "Your ears, I mean."

Seymour checked in the bathroom mirror that he�d successfully brushed his hair back over them. "Yuna� would you like it better if they looked� human?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"The dream I had," he said, still nonchalant, despite last night and despite the conversation now. "I remembered when they considered me for Maester. Being a priest was the only position I could really take up, being a half-breed and since my father had left a vacancy� He didn�t really do much, he merely became one to make himself look better and to promote Yevon, but I wanted to participate, to be help be people and be near them. When you�re considered for a Maester, you stand there and the others discuss about it in front of you. What worried them was how to present me to the public. Most humans had never seen a guado before, and even a half-breed looked strange to them. Originally, Mika thought it�d be best to make me look more human."

"I don�t understand," Yuna said. She was more worried about the calm tone of his voice than what he could have said next.

"He wanted to clip my ears," Seymour said. "With a knife."

"And you just stood there?"

"That�s what you do. If you don�t� have the patience and calm to sit through an assessment, you lose any qualification you had. Besides, in the end Kinoc brought up the fact that my ears were hardly the first thing people noticed and it would take too much effort to try and make me look human. They went with something that distracted people from most of my features, instead. That�s where I got the tattoos."

"You were forced to get them?"

"I got to choose the designs," he said.

"But�didn�t it hurt?"

"So?"

"What do you mean, �so?�" she asked. "They made you get them. They made you get them. With a needle."

"I like them," he said, looking at his chest. Without his robe, he�d be showing off more of them than usual. "You don�t like them?"

"That�s not the point," Yuna said.

"What is the point, then?"

"�Nothing, I guess," Yuna said. "I�m glad you�re feeling better, considering last night. Why don�t you go explore the island a bit, see if there�s anything you ant to do. I�m gonna go talk to my friends."

"Sure," he said, looking at himself in the mirror. "Have fun." He wondered if he might catch a minute or two with some of the less angry friends of Yuna�s. They knew almost a hundred different spells and dealt with several more. Maybe there was a spell to remove ink from skin.
* * * * *
"Hey, Lulu," Yuna asked, approaching the black mage. "Um� I need some advice."

"What�s he doing now?" Lulu asked. She was looking a lot better than when Yuna had left. Or when Chappu had left.

"Actually� I think it�s something I did," Yuna said. "But I�m not sure what."

"Yuna, don�t let him think things are always your fault," Lulu said. "Stand up for yourself. Besides, it�s Seymour, so no one�s going to mind if you hit him a few times until he learns."

"But I don�t wanna hit him," Yuna said.

"Hit who, I�ll hit him," Paine said, entering the hut. "Hey Yuna, how was it?"

"I don�t think they did anything," Rikku said, also entering the hut. "It was pretty quiet."

"You were spying on us?"

"No, just you," Paine said. "So, who did you want me to hit?"

"No one�s hitting anyone!" Yuna said. "I�m trying to figure out what I did wrong last night."

"What makes you think you did something wrong?" Lulu asked.

"Actually, most problems between couples take a little work from both partners to work out," Paine said. "But it�s easier than it sounds."

"That�s not the problem," Yuna said. "I know it�s my fault because men don�t run away in the middle of sex if they did something wrong."

"How do you know?" Paine asked.

"How would YOU know?" Lulu asked Paine.

"Maybe he thinks he did do something wrong," Rikku said.

"Look, guys, I freaked the fuck out of him�" Yuna said.

"Yeah, literally," Paine said.

"You�re not helping," Yuna said.

"What? I�m supposed to?" Paine asked. "I thought we were gossiping."

"Hey guys," Wakka said, poking his head in. "What are we talking about? Sports?"

"Sex," Rikku said.

"Bye."

"You get back here," Lulu said.

"Why?" Wakka asked. "I didn�t marry him, why�s it my problem?"

"Damnit, I thought we were gossiping," Paine complained.

"Maybe you said something wrong," Rikku said.

"What exactly happened?" Lulu asked.

"Hey!" Wakka complained. He seemed to be the only person who noticed how crowded the hut was getting. "I don�t wanna know!"

"Wakka, what�d Lulu do to you?"

"I am so out of here!" Wakka said.

"No, you are NOT!" Lulu said. "You�re going to help her."

"Isn�t there somewhere she can just write in or something?" Wakka asked. "Shouldn�t� her parents have told her about this."

"They�re dead."

Wakka coughed something that sounded like �lucky� and Lulu punched him in the ribs with her elbow.

"Maybe he wants something different," Rikku said.

"She could be right," Paine said. "Maybe he�s into something and he�s too embarrassed to ask for it."

"How would he know?" Yuna asked.

"Well, it�s his kink, so he�s the best person who would," Paine said.

"No, I mean he�s never been with anyone before, how would he know if he wants something specific?" Yuna asked.

"What, he can�t experiment on his first time?" Paine asked.

"Wait, wait," Yuna said. "None of you are surprised that he�s a virgin?"

"Well, I�m not," Wakka said. "I mean, he may be a nut and a psycho, but he was a priest."

"And he was pretty polite about courting you," Lulu added. "He seemed nervous about your decision about the wedding, too."

"This is why Al Behd don�t have priests," Rikku said. "It just makes people confused."

"Wait, that�s it," Yuna said. "I�ve just been going too fast for him. I mean, a few months ago, the ceiling was coming down."

"Yeah, and we were on top of it," Wakka said.

"Thanks guys," Yuna said, and raced off back to her hut.

"What exactly did we do?" Paine asked.

"Whatever we did, I�m glad it solved things," Wakka said. "And that she didn�t go into any detail."
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