Confessions

Van walked confidently down the stark steel hallway, a slight pep in his step. He passed by various people on his journey, smiling and chatting with some, nodding to others. He saw Thomas at some point in time, but chose to ignore the young man. His actions towards Fiona had finally gotten under Van’s skin, not an easy task by any standards. And by some miracle, or curse as it was, Thomas had accomplished what many had deemed impossible.
Prozen had gotten under Van’s skin, for good reason. Raven had too as well as Reese but Van viewed them merely as rivals that only caused trouble to get his attention. Raven had even said that he would never let anyone else kill Van because he wanted to do it himself so challenges from Raven had ceased to become rare and more regular. Once or twice a week, depending on the damage they inflicted upon one another.
But Thomas was his ally, his fellow soldier and while Van trusted Thomas with his life on the battlefield, off the field was a whole other game entirely. Fiona had made it quite clear that she was not interested in Thomas and yet he persisted, to everyone’s great annoyance. Even crazy old Dr. D told him to back off but the man was the personification of his bull type zoid.
Not that it would matter in an hour or two anyway, thought Van as he walked a bit faster. He had loved Fiona for years, granted since it was said that life-threatening situations usually formed deep bonds between people and Van and Fiona were no exception. But like all couples, Van was too afraid of Fiona’s possible rejection to bring his feelings to light.
And he still did not know why he was this nervous. As Van exited the base and turned to the hangar, the sun full and bright overhead, he began to feel extra anxious, not showing it one bit though. He entered the hangar and headed straight for his beloved Blade Liger, Fiona’s gift to him. The mighty blue zoid activated seemingly automatically as Van approached, stopping just in front of him and lowering its head to Van’s level. The orange cockpit popped open, revealing a smiling Fiona. As always, Fiona’s attitude was oddly infectious and Van soon found himself smiling just as brightly back at her.
“Ready to go?” he asked to cover up the growing nervousness in the pit of his stomach, which at that particular moment felt like it didn’t exist. Fiona nodded.
“Yes. Where are we going?” she replied as he jumped into the cockpit and took control of the Blade Liger, giving Zeke who was in the core a moment to relax. Van grinned mischievously back at her, his eyes betraying nothing save enjoyment.
“I’m not telling you. It’s supposed to be a surprise, remember?” The Blade Liger launched out of the hangar and out the front gate, the guard on duty giving Van and Fiona a wave, which they returned quickly. Behind Van, Fiona pouted slightly and crossed her arms.
“That’s not fair Van.” He turned to face her again and laughed out loud.
“I know it isn’t but it’s worth it if I can see that cute pout on your face,” he replied before turning back to the front. And in doing so, he completely missed the awesome red blush that invaded Fiona’s face at his words.
In truth, she loved Van as much as he loved her but the irony was that while everyone around them saw it, except Thomas of course, they themselves were completely oblivious to it. Naturally.
They sped onward through the day, passing a few towns and villages every so often. Finally, they stopped. Fiona, being curious, leaned over Van’s chair and peered out the glass cockpit. Desert, desert, and more desert. What was so interesting about that?
“Van, why did we stop?” she asked, her warm breath tickling Van’s neck more than she knew. He looked up to her.
“Cause I’m prepping the systems,” he replied, his hands moving back and forth over the consoles. Fiona noticed that he was diverting a lot of power to the boosters and to the legs.
“Van, what are you going to do?” she asked fearfully. Van didn’t say anything. “Van?”
“Just sit back and buckle your harness.” Seeing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him as he was, Fiona sighed and did as he asked. After he was done, they sat there in silence. Until Van cried, “Hold on!” And gunned the controls forward, instantly propelling the Blade Liger forward at an alarming rate. Both of them felt the crushing power of their forward acceleration and were forced back into their seats.
“VAN! SLOW DOWN!!” Fiona shouted, but Van wasn’t listening and at a quick glance, Fiona realized exactly how fast they were going. It was a near match for Irvine’s Lightening Saix and that was saying something since Van had yet to use his boosters. And another glance told her that they were going faster.
“VAN!! YOU’RE GOING TO TEAR THE LIGER APART IF YOU DON’T SLOW DOWN!!” she shouted once more but Van only activated the boosters in reply, crushing them both further into their chairs. And there was a structure approaching them very rapidly and Van was showing no signs of slowing down. Fiona gave up yelling at him to stop or slow down, trusting him with whatever he was doing, and for that, Van was truly grateful.
He saw the face of the structure and knew exactly what he was doing. He had practiced and tested it out enough to be sure that he and Fiona would stay safe. The distance between them and the side of the building was decreasing rapidly until they were about to hit. But instead of hitting, Van jerked the controls up, forcing the Blade Liger to scale the structure. They reached the top in no time and Van stopped the Liger. He turned to face Fiona, grinning widely like a kid in a candy store. And Fiona couldn’t help but laugh.
No matter how many enemies he face or how many lives he ended, Van Flyheight would always be a big kid at heart. Just one more reason why Fiona loved him.
“Enjoy the ride?” he asked. Fiona merely shook her head at him.
“Now I do. You could have told me that’s what you were going to do.” Van shrugged.
“And miss this look on your face? Nah!” They both exited the Blade Liger, gazing at over the landscape from their new vantage point. Fiona’s face lit up in awe.
Van must have timed this because the sun was just setting and on a summer day, it was at it’s best. The sky was painted with deep and light reds on the outsides and bright yellows and vivid oranges on the insides. On the horizon was a lovely mix of the three, which also helped to color everything else. The land looked alive now, a far cry from the reality of it and Fiona spotted a village in the distance that looked vaguely familiar.
“Van, it’s beautiful up here. Thank you for bringing me. And that colony over there looks real familiar. What’s its name?” Fiona turned back to Van, who had allowed her to walk away a bit and admire the view for herself. Little did she know exactly how she looked with the sunset behind her accenting her already great beauty. Van shook his head to clear his thoughts away however and grinned at her, something she noted he had been doing a lot lately.
“I’m hurt and surprised you don’t remember Fiona. That’s my home, the Wind Colony.” Dawning comprehension filled Fiona’s eyes as she studied her surroundings more carefully than before.
“Then that means…we’re at the ruins where you found me.”
“Yep, it thought it would be fitting.” Fiona cocked her head to the side.
“Fitting for what?” At this, Van began to get nervous again. Now that he had said it, he had to finish it.
“This.” Van took the few steps to take him to Fiona’s side and faced her. Now Fiona was far from dull and noticed Van’s nervousness.
“Van? Is something wrong?” her tone and face were pouring out concern.
“No, it’s just…we’ve known each other for a long time right?”
“Yes…” she answered, not knowing where this was going, but having a faint suspicion.
“Going on about 6 years now. That’s a long time and I’m sorry Fiona.”
“Sorry? Sorry for what?” Van let go a deep sigh.
Now or never time.
“Sorry for not figuring this out sooner. Fiona, ever since I met you, I felt as if the bond we’ve had has only gotten stronger and different.”
“Different? How-” but she was stopped by the finger Van placed on her lips, those sweet rose red lips that he longed to capture with his own. He looked her full in the eyes, his brown with her red.
“Please Fiona, let me finish. Yes. Our bond had gotten different somehow and for the longest time, I didn’t know why. Now I do.” Van seemed about ready to break but held his resolve and took a deep breath. “It was different because I realize that now, I was falling in love with you. Fiona, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I know I was blind before but after the Zoids’ Eve, it devastated me that I might lose you and I never want to feel that way again.” He took her hands in his now. “I don’t care if you choose to return my feelings or not, I just wanted you to know.”
Fiona was silent, if not plain out shocked. And naturally, Van mistook that silence for rejection. He was hurt, true, but if Fiona was happy with someone else, he would be happy for her. Even if that someone else was even…urgh…Thomas.
“Okay Fiona. I understand.” He began to slip his hands from hers but his movement snapped her back to reality and she held onto his hands tightly.
“Is that why you brought me here? To tell me that?” Van, his throat too choked up for words, nodded. Fiona smiled and started to cry. “I don’t know why. I would have been happy if you told me in the middle of a battlefield. I would have been happy as long as I could be at your side Van.”
Van looked disbelieving at her. Was she…did she just…
And as if reading his mind, she smiled, “Yes. I did Van. I love you too.” Van stood stock still for a moment before reaching down and kissing her deeply. Fiona was shocked by his sudden action at first but quickly returned his kiss with vigor.
Her lips were softer and sweeter than Van could ever have imagined as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and she put her hands on his chest. Both of them were in a mini-euphoria of each other and only broke the kiss due to a severe lack of air. They smiled at one another until Fiona felt something hard and stiff riding up her leg and Van’s face go incredibly red. She grinned evilly up at him and placed her hand over his obvious erection.
“A little eager are we?” she smirked at him. And the look was completely seductive to Van.
“Very.”
“What are we waiting for then?” Van grinned wider and looked around. Zeke must have known what was going to happen because the intelligent Organoid had a makeshift bed already made underneath the Blade Liger. Van looked at Fiona and without warning she pulled his mouth down and captured his lips in a heated kiss once more. She then began dragging him in the direction of the Blade Liger while Zeke politely jumped into the Liger, giving the young adults that they were due. Van pulled Fiona down with him as he laid himself on the bed. When Fiona started to tug on Van’s pants, he knew she was really getting impatient. Breaking their contact for a lengthy 5 seconds, Van pulled his and Fiona’s shirts off, his eyes locking on her beige bra.
“Well, it won’t do to keep that on will it?” asked Van with a raised eyebrow. Fiona laughed at the expression on his face.
“Then let’s get rid of it.” And she reached behind her back, unsnapping the bra and letting it fall to the ground, looking at Van.
But his face quite clearly said that he was not there and for someone to leave a message. Because he was too busy drinking the sight of Fiona’s supple breasts. Most of her chest was a shade or to lighter than the rest of her skin, proof enough that not many have had the honor of seeing the sight Van was. Her nipples were a lovely pink and just begging to be captured and Van didn’t waste anytime in taking one of them in his mouth and the other in his hand. His reward was a mix of pleasure and shock for Fiona as well as her hands gripping his hair. Van switched after a moment, much to Fiona’s delight. He began a kissing trail that started at her breasts and ended where her dress began.
Van growled in frustration and pulled the garments off of her. Now all that impeded his progress was her beige lace panties and they were gone in the same fashion as her dress. Although this was Van’s first time, his primitive instincts kicked in after a moment. He stuck a finger into her and raised an eyebrow when he found how wet she was.
“Now who’s eager?” he smirked, wiggling his finger inside her. In response, Fiona growled and hit him in the head.
“Enough foreplay!” she yelled, her hands gripping the makeshift bed. Van shook his head to rid his vision of the stars in his eyes and replaced his finger with his tongue. Fiona let out a low moan of pleasure as Van tasted her juices, which she was leaking semi-constantly. He moved his tongue a little and she moaned louder, chanting his name. After a few experiments, Van came to the conclusion that she was ready for him. Removing his pants and boxers in what had to be a world record, he pulled out his trusty (and very erect) stick and hovered over her entrance.
“Fiona, this might hurt a bit. Are you sure?” Fiona marveled at the fact that although she was prepared to give him all of her, he was still worried about what she wanted. Most men, namely Thomas, would have already entered her and started pounding into her like a jackhammer. She smiled.
“I’ve never been more sure in my whole life Van.” Van nodded and after taking a deep breath, stuck his 7.5 inch stick into her. Fiona gripped the sheets in pain, waiting for it to subside. Van chose to stay still and waited with her for the pain to pass. At her nod, Van began to move in and out of her slowly. Fiona moaned again, drowning in the pleasure of it all and then growled again because he was moving too slow.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?! Faster!!” she roared, her finger nails digging into his back. It hurt, naturally, but like so many men before him, the pain just excited him all the more and he was more than happy to comply with her request and moved faster into her. And the faster he went the deeper her nails dug and the louder her moans got. Since she was already wet and waiting, it didn’t take long for Fiona to find her climax, her juices soaking Van’s dick. Van pounded into her for a few more heartbeats before finding his release.
Van made sure to collapse next to her instead of on her. He reached up a hand and stroked her cheek. Fiona took his hand and intertwined their fingers and Van couldn’t help but notice how blood stained her fingers were.
“Trying to bleed me to death?” he asked staring at her hand. She laughed again.
“No, trying to gain some sort of stability. Plus, it just marks you as my territory.” Van raised an eyebrow again at her and laughed.
“I was always you’re my dear and I always will be.” Fiona reached over and kissed him, making sure that she grinded into him as she straddled him.
“Ready for round 2?” she asked.
“If you think you can handle it.” Fiona smirked at him.
“Challenge accepted.”