Final Fantasy X (Yuna: Masturbation)
Title: Always Alone
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: Masturbation, fantasized sex
Word count: 1,727
Summary: Yuna imagines what it would have been like to be with Tidus as she masturbates.
Prompt: #19. Final Fantasy X, Yuna: Masturbation - ”She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.”
Always Alone
I miss him so much. So much, sometimes, that I can’t think of anything else. So much that I feel him near me at night just before I fall asleep and imagine that he touches me, imagine what it must feel like to have him around me and in me, fulfilling me, completing me.
Yuna closed her eyes before tears could spill onto the freshly inked page, then shut the journal and clutched it to her chest, wishing it was Tidus she held instead of a book.
But, he wasn’t there. He could never be there. And she was always alone in spite of the throngs that flocked to see her, to hear her, fighting and bartering for the chance to touch her.
She longed for his touch, wishing they’d had time together, after the moonflow. He’d wanted her. She was sure of it. But, he’d been nice-too nice-so different from his father, so kind, so worried about her, so afraid he’d take advantage of her.
Locking her journal in the jeweled chest Rikku had given her for the day of her birth, she set a magic seal around it. While others recorded their thoughts and actions on holospheres, Yuna loved the book Tidus had given her and had written in it every day since their quest had ended and Sin had been destroyed.
Since he vanished. She longed for him. Since he went away.
When the chest was safely tucked away, Yuna stepped out of her dress and folded it, abandoning it to a chair, suddenly weary and ready for bed. She had a sending the following morning. So many had died in the latest battle. She didn’t understand, with Sin gone, why they’d had to start a war. In the end, they’d only destroy themselves. Their cities would lie in ruins like Zanarkand and they would have only themselves to blame.
Come back to me.
If she had to die, if they were going to destroy themselves, she wanted to spend the end with him.
Crossing to the window, she stood in the last rays of orange that spilled in from the sunset, tossing her head to throw the hair back from her face when the wind scattered it, caressing her with its soft embrace. The light touch made her shiver, made her wish for fingers on her skin.
She wondered what it felt like, being touched, being loved by another.
Leaning into the wind, she closed her eyes and hugged herself against the chill. When she closed her eyes, she could see him, his blond hair wet from blitzball, from their time together in the moonflow, his eyes that crinkled in the corners when he smiled, the gentleness that touched his lips when he looked at her and smiled.
I love you. Fighting tears, she turned from the window. Back pressed against the wall, she slid to the floor. Why didn’t I tell you? Why didn’t I beg you to stay? She understood duty. She understood sacrifice. I miss you so much.
She’d waited so long for the right man to come along, ignoring the advances, denying the gifts of so many suitors. There could be only one for her, only one who would claim her heart. And, he had, almost from the moment she’d seen him, from the moment he’d almost ruined her chance to claim Valfor.
There had been others-so many others-who had claimed to love her, but she’d never let them touch her. Even if it meant she’d never be touched by a man.
Her body ached for him, longed for him. Tilting her face into the last touch of sun, she ran her hands over her breasts. She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.
She shuddered at the breath of wind that breathed a sigh through her room, raising goose bumps across her bare skin. Beneath her hands, her nipples hardened, brushing the skin of her palms. The thrill of pleasure drew a flush into her cheeks as her breath quickened and the muscles deep in her abdomen tightened.
She could see him in her mind, his own cheeks flushed from the thrill of battle. He turned to her with a cry of victory on his lips, a cry that faded into a smile at the sight of her. The excitement in his eyes brightened when he reached for her hand, captured it, tugged her into the woods away from the others.
“Yes,” she whispered, her pulse quickening at the thought. He didn’t have to ask; she was ready. So ready. Ready for him. Ready for them.
In her mind, they returned to the moonflow just as the sun fell and ethereal light brightened the water, so beautiful it was a magic all its own. He claimed her lips even before they stopped on the moss-covered bank and slid to the ground wrapped in each other’s arms.
The warmth of his mouth drove heat into her body, filling her with desire. She reached for his shirt as his own fingers tangled in the fabric of her dress. The kiss deepened into the promise of passion, his tongue darting into her mouth, tangling with her tongue as his fingers found their way beneath her dress.
The warmth of the moonflow did nothing to dispel the chill of the wind as it whispered through the wood, fluttering leaves, capturing her hair, raising her nipples to hard nubs. His mouth dropped from her lips to her throat. His lips traced the curve of her throat down to her collarbone while his hand claimed one breast and squeezed gently.
Throwing her head back further, Yuna imagined the feel of his lips on her skin while she captured her right breast in hand, squeezing it experimentally…gently, like Tidus would. She slid onto the floor, ignoring the cold of the tile beneath her back.
He’d take her down then and lean over her as his mouth claimed her free breast, his lips warm, his mouth hot against the blush of her skin. His tongue slid over and around the nipple, drawing it and the surrounding breast, deeper into the heat of his mouth where he sucked her, worked her with his lips like a babe.
Yuna dipped her fingers into her mouth, sucked them, wet them, then claimed the nipple, twisting and pinching, drawing the tender skin into her fingers until it hurt with a glory that sent a thrill deep into her groin and made its twin throb in an echo of pleasure. She kissed imaginary lips, pressed his head closer to her breast, squeezed harder, worked the nipple until it ached and the rest of her body longed for release.
He worked his way down, his lips leaving a wet trail across her stomach, until his face lay buried in the wet curls between her legs. She twitched, settling with her legs raised, parted in expectation.
She’d never expected herself to feel so slick, so smooth, so hot inside. One finger first, then two, slipped inside, twisting and turning as she explored the feel of her own body. It could have been him filling her if only she’d given him the chance, shown some desire, let him know how much she’d wanted him.
But, she’d been driven by duty, driven by…
Why was I so afraid?
Drawing her hand free, she dipped one finger into her mouth, tasting herself as he’d have tasted her if she’d lain with him on the shore of the moonflow. Her hand dropped to her breast, her fingers still wet with her own fluids. She rubbed them across the nipple, moaning with pleasure when she took it between her fingers, pleased with the way they slid over it and around it, coating it.
Her right hand dropped, tracing the imaginary path of Tidus’ lips down across her abdomen and to the interior of her thigh. The tease ignited a new fire between her legs. She arched her back, wishing she had him to press against, wishing she had him to fill her.
Though fingers were a poor substitute for the man she loved, Yuna plunged three inside her, thrusting, then retreating as she imagined he would have, rocking against her, skin to skin. But, the ache centered elsewhere, and she withdrew her fingers, reaching with trembling digits to explore further.
The first touch brought a gasp and a burst of pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced. It was like the first thrill of magic, or the culmination of a summon with the burst of power that filled her very soul. And, yet it was so different, so physical, so primal.
Her fingers, so wet and warm, tickled it, coaxed it, rubbed it until the pleasure grew into a fire that consumed her, that twisted muscles into knots and took her breath away. The pulse pounding in her ears reminded her of the thrill of battle, of the feel of standing close enough to Tidus to feel his heat.
She hung there, on the verge of paradise, long enough to wish for him, long enough for tears to fill her eyes. Her tears were forgotten with a cry of victory as muscles released and pure pleasure filled her, rumbling through her body with a tremor that set her limbs to trembling. She shuddered, wave after wave of orgasm filling her, emptying her, until she lay spent on the floor, too weary to even open her eyes.
The scent of him surrounded her, mingled with the scent of her pleasure. Her first thought was to leap to her feet, to find him, to hold onto him, to make him promise he’d never leave her again. But, she knew, as surely as she knew she was the salvation of her world, that if she opened his eyes, he wouldn’t be there and she’d find out she was alone again.
Pressing her legs together tightly, she rolled onto one side, drawing her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself.
She imagined warm arms closing around her, gathering her against a warm chest, a body pressing against hers from behind. And, in those arms she drifted, somewhere between awake and asleep.
He was out there, somewhere. He was real, not a dream like she’d feared, and she’d find him.
Someday. She’d find him.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: Masturbation, fantasized sex
Word count: 1,727
Summary: Yuna imagines what it would have been like to be with Tidus as she masturbates.
Prompt: #19. Final Fantasy X, Yuna: Masturbation - ”She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.”
Always Alone
I miss him so much. So much, sometimes, that I can’t think of anything else. So much that I feel him near me at night just before I fall asleep and imagine that he touches me, imagine what it must feel like to have him around me and in me, fulfilling me, completing me.
Yuna closed her eyes before tears could spill onto the freshly inked page, then shut the journal and clutched it to her chest, wishing it was Tidus she held instead of a book.
But, he wasn’t there. He could never be there. And she was always alone in spite of the throngs that flocked to see her, to hear her, fighting and bartering for the chance to touch her.
She longed for his touch, wishing they’d had time together, after the moonflow. He’d wanted her. She was sure of it. But, he’d been nice-too nice-so different from his father, so kind, so worried about her, so afraid he’d take advantage of her.
Locking her journal in the jeweled chest Rikku had given her for the day of her birth, she set a magic seal around it. While others recorded their thoughts and actions on holospheres, Yuna loved the book Tidus had given her and had written in it every day since their quest had ended and Sin had been destroyed.
Since he vanished. She longed for him. Since he went away.
When the chest was safely tucked away, Yuna stepped out of her dress and folded it, abandoning it to a chair, suddenly weary and ready for bed. She had a sending the following morning. So many had died in the latest battle. She didn’t understand, with Sin gone, why they’d had to start a war. In the end, they’d only destroy themselves. Their cities would lie in ruins like Zanarkand and they would have only themselves to blame.
Come back to me.
If she had to die, if they were going to destroy themselves, she wanted to spend the end with him.
Crossing to the window, she stood in the last rays of orange that spilled in from the sunset, tossing her head to throw the hair back from her face when the wind scattered it, caressing her with its soft embrace. The light touch made her shiver, made her wish for fingers on her skin.
She wondered what it felt like, being touched, being loved by another.
Leaning into the wind, she closed her eyes and hugged herself against the chill. When she closed her eyes, she could see him, his blond hair wet from blitzball, from their time together in the moonflow, his eyes that crinkled in the corners when he smiled, the gentleness that touched his lips when he looked at her and smiled.
I love you. Fighting tears, she turned from the window. Back pressed against the wall, she slid to the floor. Why didn’t I tell you? Why didn’t I beg you to stay? She understood duty. She understood sacrifice. I miss you so much.
She’d waited so long for the right man to come along, ignoring the advances, denying the gifts of so many suitors. There could be only one for her, only one who would claim her heart. And, he had, almost from the moment she’d seen him, from the moment he’d almost ruined her chance to claim Valfor.
There had been others-so many others-who had claimed to love her, but she’d never let them touch her. Even if it meant she’d never be touched by a man.
Her body ached for him, longed for him. Tilting her face into the last touch of sun, she ran her hands over her breasts. She refused to be afraid of touching her own body.
She shuddered at the breath of wind that breathed a sigh through her room, raising goose bumps across her bare skin. Beneath her hands, her nipples hardened, brushing the skin of her palms. The thrill of pleasure drew a flush into her cheeks as her breath quickened and the muscles deep in her abdomen tightened.
She could see him in her mind, his own cheeks flushed from the thrill of battle. He turned to her with a cry of victory on his lips, a cry that faded into a smile at the sight of her. The excitement in his eyes brightened when he reached for her hand, captured it, tugged her into the woods away from the others.
“Yes,” she whispered, her pulse quickening at the thought. He didn’t have to ask; she was ready. So ready. Ready for him. Ready for them.
In her mind, they returned to the moonflow just as the sun fell and ethereal light brightened the water, so beautiful it was a magic all its own. He claimed her lips even before they stopped on the moss-covered bank and slid to the ground wrapped in each other’s arms.
The warmth of his mouth drove heat into her body, filling her with desire. She reached for his shirt as his own fingers tangled in the fabric of her dress. The kiss deepened into the promise of passion, his tongue darting into her mouth, tangling with her tongue as his fingers found their way beneath her dress.
The warmth of the moonflow did nothing to dispel the chill of the wind as it whispered through the wood, fluttering leaves, capturing her hair, raising her nipples to hard nubs. His mouth dropped from her lips to her throat. His lips traced the curve of her throat down to her collarbone while his hand claimed one breast and squeezed gently.
Throwing her head back further, Yuna imagined the feel of his lips on her skin while she captured her right breast in hand, squeezing it experimentally…gently, like Tidus would. She slid onto the floor, ignoring the cold of the tile beneath her back.
He’d take her down then and lean over her as his mouth claimed her free breast, his lips warm, his mouth hot against the blush of her skin. His tongue slid over and around the nipple, drawing it and the surrounding breast, deeper into the heat of his mouth where he sucked her, worked her with his lips like a babe.
Yuna dipped her fingers into her mouth, sucked them, wet them, then claimed the nipple, twisting and pinching, drawing the tender skin into her fingers until it hurt with a glory that sent a thrill deep into her groin and made its twin throb in an echo of pleasure. She kissed imaginary lips, pressed his head closer to her breast, squeezed harder, worked the nipple until it ached and the rest of her body longed for release.
He worked his way down, his lips leaving a wet trail across her stomach, until his face lay buried in the wet curls between her legs. She twitched, settling with her legs raised, parted in expectation.
She’d never expected herself to feel so slick, so smooth, so hot inside. One finger first, then two, slipped inside, twisting and turning as she explored the feel of her own body. It could have been him filling her if only she’d given him the chance, shown some desire, let him know how much she’d wanted him.
But, she’d been driven by duty, driven by…
Why was I so afraid?
Drawing her hand free, she dipped one finger into her mouth, tasting herself as he’d have tasted her if she’d lain with him on the shore of the moonflow. Her hand dropped to her breast, her fingers still wet with her own fluids. She rubbed them across the nipple, moaning with pleasure when she took it between her fingers, pleased with the way they slid over it and around it, coating it.
Her right hand dropped, tracing the imaginary path of Tidus’ lips down across her abdomen and to the interior of her thigh. The tease ignited a new fire between her legs. She arched her back, wishing she had him to press against, wishing she had him to fill her.
Though fingers were a poor substitute for the man she loved, Yuna plunged three inside her, thrusting, then retreating as she imagined he would have, rocking against her, skin to skin. But, the ache centered elsewhere, and she withdrew her fingers, reaching with trembling digits to explore further.
The first touch brought a gasp and a burst of pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced. It was like the first thrill of magic, or the culmination of a summon with the burst of power that filled her very soul. And, yet it was so different, so physical, so primal.
Her fingers, so wet and warm, tickled it, coaxed it, rubbed it until the pleasure grew into a fire that consumed her, that twisted muscles into knots and took her breath away. The pulse pounding in her ears reminded her of the thrill of battle, of the feel of standing close enough to Tidus to feel his heat.
She hung there, on the verge of paradise, long enough to wish for him, long enough for tears to fill her eyes. Her tears were forgotten with a cry of victory as muscles released and pure pleasure filled her, rumbling through her body with a tremor that set her limbs to trembling. She shuddered, wave after wave of orgasm filling her, emptying her, until she lay spent on the floor, too weary to even open her eyes.
The scent of him surrounded her, mingled with the scent of her pleasure. Her first thought was to leap to her feet, to find him, to hold onto him, to make him promise he’d never leave her again. But, she knew, as surely as she knew she was the salvation of her world, that if she opened his eyes, he wouldn’t be there and she’d find out she was alone again.
Pressing her legs together tightly, she rolled onto one side, drawing her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself.
She imagined warm arms closing around her, gathering her against a warm chest, a body pressing against hers from behind. And, in those arms she drifted, somewhere between awake and asleep.
He was out there, somewhere. He was real, not a dream like she’d feared, and she’d find him.
Someday. She’d find him.