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Midnight Liaison	By : anniechan Category: +. to F > Escaflowne Views: 2610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Notes: I admit it; I am totally hooked on the pairing of DilandauxCelena. I’ve written two fics about them already, this is a third, and I have two more planned (how soon those two get written, though, is anyone’s guess). They’ve grabbed my attention unlike any other anime/manga/game pairing, and that’s saying a lot. They aren’t even canon, really, but I actually don’t care, even though I generally support canon pairings, with a few exceptions. Anyway, this fanfic is a first for me. I’ve written three other fics with lemon scenes in them, but this is my first lemon between a man and a woman. The three others are all yaoi (not that there’s anything wrong with that…). I most likely won’t give many details outside the lemon, as this fic will probably be as close to a PWP as I will ever get. In fact, this may fall within the boundaries of PWP for some of you. I’ll let you all decide about stuff concerning other characters, as well as why Dilandau and Celena are separate, and stuff like that. It’s rare that I give no explanation or background in a fic, but there’s a first time for everything, ne?

Oh, and I got to see the uncut Escaflowne dub recently, both movie and TV series. You may disagree with me, but I like it. It’s one of the better dubs I’ve seen (and, no, I’m not saying all dubs are trash…I’ve watched some really good ones). I will say that I’m glad they made Dilandau sound fifteen or sixteen in the movie dub, instead of ten or eleven, as he sounds in the TV series dub. Big improvement in my mind.

Disclaimer: Tenkû no Escaflowne and all characters herein do not belong to me, but to Bandai, Sunrise, and the rest of the companies and individuals that have ownership.

Midnight Liaison

By Annie-chan

“Hmmm…?”

Celena Schezar, younger sister of Knight Caeli Allen Schezar, stirred and awoke. It was a warm summer night on the Schezar Estate outside of Pallas, Asturia. The balcony doors were open to keep the room cool, and a breeze blew in, lifting the light curtains up in a slow, silent dance. The scent of the nearby sea floated in on the breeze, permeating the air of the room. She smiled a bit as she breathed in. She had always loved the ocean smell of her home.

But, what had woken her up? She was accustomed to having the balcony doors open during the night in summertime, and the noises from the night insects and animals did not normally disturb her sleep.

She sensed movement out of the corner of her eye by the doors, and sat up quickly. Had a curious animal come in? The curtains on the side farthest from her bed were moving like something had brushed by them, something besides the wind. She looked hard around the room, but could find nothing. Was it her imagination? Had the night noises and shadows tricked her? She looked and listened for several more minutes, but could find no sign of an animal intruder. Convinced she had imagined it, she lay back down and closed her eyes.

Eeee…

Her eyes popped open again at the creaking sound. The balcony doors were being pushed shut. There, black against the bright moonlight, was the silhouette of a man. The doors clicked quietly shut, and he drew the curtains closed, dramatically dimming the light that spilled into the room. He turned toward her, and even in the darkness, she saw two burning eyes staring intently into her own.

She had stiffened when she saw the man, and now she screamed as he suddenly sprang toward her. Or rather, she tried to scream. The man had gotten on the bed and pinned her down with his own weight surprisingly fast, clapping his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. She realized with a flash of terror that she was being attacked, and she struggled frantically, trying to throw him off of her, to get him off the bed, to get away at all costs.

No! her mind screamed. No, no, no, please! Not this…!

“Be still!” a voice hissed sharply in her ear, and she froze. She recognized that voice, but hardly expected to hear it again, especially here, at this time of night.

Dilandau, she thought. Is it really you?

“Good,” Dilandau said, and Celena could just hear the smile of satisfaction in his voice. “Now, I’m going to take my hand away in a moment. Don’t scream.” True to his word, he slowly lifted his hand from her mouth, allowing her to speak.

“Dilandau!” she whispered, disbelieving. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” was his matter-of-fact reply. He backed off a bit to let her sit up.

“B-but,” she stammered. “Why here? Why now? My bedroom in the middle of the night? If Allen or anyone else heard you in here and were to walk in, they’d get the wrong idea!” She glanced nervously toward the door. It was unlocked, and she was suddenly paranoid that their voices could be heard throughout the estate house.

He chuckled a bit, gently touching her hair, his fingers brushing down to her lower jaw. “No, sweet Celena,” he whispered. “They will get the right idea…” Without warning, his fingers tightened on her chin and he abruptly leaned toward her, pressing his lips to hers.

Celena jerked backward in surprise, breaking his hold and almost falling back into a lying position. She stared incredulously at the dark outline that was Dilandau, her fingers rising up to her lips and touching them gently. She had always wondered what her first kiss would be like, but had no idea the situation would be like this…

“W-what to you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling a little.

He chuckled again, a hint of his crazy giggle seeping in. “Oh, dear, dear Celena…you know almost nothing about sex, don’t you?”

Celena’s heart skipped two beats, her mind whirling frantically. He wants…h-he wants sex?! she thought, suddenly afraid. He was right: she did know very little about sex, besides that it was done between a man and a wife, and brought forth children. What else was there to know? Oh, yes…she knew it was wrong for people not married to each other to do it. It was immoral and lascivious. Allen had told her so. As he had said that, though, something in his voice indicated he himself was hiding something…

He had sat there and watched her for a few minutes for more of a reaction, but his patience soon ran out, and he lunged at her, pushing her back down to the mattress, his lips boldly attacking hers. One hand gripped her shoulder roughly, and the other hand was across her forehead, keeping her head still.

“Mmmf!” She fought back, again deathly afraid for her virtue. She thrashed under him, trying to dislodge him, and she hit at him over and over again. To her dismay, her small fists were like pebbles against a raging bear. They had little to no affect, and it seemed like several minutes before he finally released her from this kiss.

“Dilandau!” she gasped, her chest heaving. “We can’t do this!”

This stopped him cold. “Why not?” he asked.

“We’re not married!” She struggled back up so she was sitting again.

Dilandau snorted. “Are you saying we can’t make love just because we haven’t had some clergyman spout all their symbolic junk at us and declare our union? Did Allen tell you that?”

Celena nodded, his words and tone making her hesitant to do so. For some reason, she didn’t want to admit that she believed and agreed with Allen on this subject.

Dilandau let out a short bark of laughter. “Ha! I knew it. That conservative Neanderthal. He’s filled your head with lots of rules about ‘proper’ behavior since you came back, huh?” He slid his fingers into her hair and made her look into his eyes. “It doesn’t matter, Celena,” he said, much softer. “Where there is love, all is forgiven.”

“Love…?” Celena repeated, surprised. Did this mean…?

“I…love you, Celena,” Dilandau muttered. His voice was hesitant, almost embarrassed. It was as if his enormous pride made it difficult for him to admit he felt the need for another. Still, love was love.

“Oh, Dilandau,” she said softly, reaching out and touching his cheek. He again leaned in for a kiss, and she let him, the caress of his lips much gentler than before.

“Please, Celena,” he whispered, his lips sliding over her cheek. “I will stop the moment you ask me, but please…don’t make me…” He kissed her ear, drawing the lobe in between his lips and suckling gently.

Oh, gods…Jeture…what do I do? she thought, indecisive. Just moments ago, she was dedicated to keeping her virtue before marriage, to being a good girl. She had been lonely, most men interested in girls with more conventional pasts and behavior, but she believed what her brother said about a woman’s duties. If she never married, she would stay a virgin her whole life. But, now, a man comes out of nowhere, regardless that she already knew him, and declares his love, all but pleading with her to let him make love to her. But, wouldn’t he be willing to wait if he truly loved her? Was this just a ploy to get into bed with her? Then again, he did say he would stop if she asked him to…

“Ah…!” she gasped, snapping out of her thoughts. In this warm, summer climate, she was wearing a sleeveless, short nightgown of thin material, and he had slipped the strap off her left shoulder and pressed a kiss there, his teeth nipping and biting lightly, his tongue smoothing over the love bites. Oh, those warm, shivery sensations felt so good.

“Dilandau…” she said quietly, taking hold of his hair and tugging upward, prompting him to lift his head and look her in the face. The sight that met her made her shudder. A look of terrible dismay was on his face; he was so sure she was telling him to stop. Those eyes…those deep, red, expressive eyes…

Her heart melted in that instant, and she gently guided his head down again, touching their lips together softly. Dilandau was hesitant, confused for a moment, then his entire body relaxed in relief, and he deepened the kiss, parting his lips and gently nudging hers with the tip of his tongue. She shied away at first, startled at the contact. He licked at her lips, slowly and silently coaxing them to soften and open, allowing him to slip inside. He probed sparingly at first, letting her get used to his tongue in her mouth, keeping near the front, not going much farther past her front teeth. As she relaxed more and tentatively met his tongue with her own, he delved deep, eliciting a startled gasp from her, letting him slide even farther in.

“Mmm…” he purred, exploring the dark depths of her mouth. She tasted sweet and fresh, the slightest hint of the after-dinner mint she had sucked on hours before lingering faintly. He slipped his tongue under her own, curling around it, encouraging her to take an active part in this kiss. Her shyness and naïveté made her resist at first, but he soon had her kissing him back with as much fervor as he. She was inexperienced, clumsy almost, but it was still the sweetest kiss he had felt in his short, hard life. He mentally smiled as he promised to himself that he would have her kissing with the same confidence and skill as he. He just needed to give her lots of practice, and oh, how intriguing the prospect was…

His hands gripped her shoulders, holding her down to the bed. When he was sure she was receptive to him, he loosened his hold and moved them downward. They brushed lightly over her breasts, making her shiver in anticipation, and settled at her slender waist. He kneaded and massaged her waist and hips gently but firmly, feeling the lingering tenseness her body drain away. Moments later, she lay completely limp in the bed.

Finally, he dragged his lips away from hers, both partners reluctant to break the pleasing caress. Both Dilandau and Celena’s lips were red and moist, throbbing faintly, as if asking for more. They were breathing hard, their breath mingling between them.

“Dilandau…” Celena rasped, feeling for the first time her body crying out in primal need. She had had no difficulty with waiting for sex before, but now that she had been given a small taste, she wanted—no, she needed—more. She blinked as she realized she had her arms wound firmly around his shoulders, her thighs tightly embracing his hips. The thin material of her nightgown and panties, as well as the tight leather of his pants, suddenly seemed so much of a hindrance. “Oh, Dilandau…I need…”

“Shhh,” he soothed, brushing hair out of her eyes. “We should take it slow, Celena. I don’t want to hurt you, and a girl’s first time should always be something she wants to remember for the rest of her life.” He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Just let me do the work, Love. I’ll treat you good, I promise.”

Celena groaned and lay back, loosening her hold on him, but not letting him go completely. A burning, insistent need was crying out between her legs, desperate for his touch.

His hands slid down to the hem of her nightgown, just above mid-thigh, his fingers brushing the skin just beyond the edge of the fabric. “Do you want this off?” he murmured as he sucked at the soft skin of her throat.

“Yes!” she replied urgently. “Take it off!”

Dilandau smiled deviously and pushed the thin fabric upwards, his hands sliding over her skin as he went. His thumbs barely brushed over the peaks of her taut nipples as he passed her breasts, and she jolted in the thread of pleasure that shot through her. As the nightgown was pulled up over her head, she felt terribly exposed, but not exposed enough. Her panties were getting increasingly uncomfortable as the wetness between her legs grew and intensified. She squirmed, longing to reach under the thin white cotton and relieve that desire. As she gave in and reached down to do just that, his fingers clamped around her wrist and pushed her hand away.

“No,” he growled against her neck. “Later.”

She moaned piteously, but obeyed.

That moan quickly turned into a gasp as he let go of her wrist and brought his hands up to her breasts. He cupped them gently, massaging them much the same way as he did her waist, but much more softly. He circled her red, ready nipples lightly, teasing, tickling. She arched upward into his touch, silently asking him to continue on, and she let out a low cry as he relented and took her nipples firmly between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pinching firmly, but not so much that it was painful. He delighted in the cries he persuaded from her delicate throat.

“Oh, Dilandau…” she murmured, “I need…more…”

No sooner had she said this that he dipped his head down from where he was feasting upon her smooth shoulder and hung over her right nipple, breathing softly, the warmth of his breath making her shiver and plead more. He finally gave in and drew her breast into his mouth, sucking softly. She arched again and cried out, the new sensation of his tongue flicking over her nipple every which way coupled with the strong but gentle suction sending waves of pleasure washing though her body and culminating between her legs. Oh, she wanted him to touch her there so much it hurt. But, he again refused to pay that part of her any attention.

“My dearest…oh, my dearest,” she heard herself sighing softly, her fingers tangled in his smooth, silvery-white hair, urging him on. She cried out when he withdrew, coldness suddenly touching her moist nipple, but that cry of dismay soon turned into a cry of sharp desire. He had taken her other nipple into his mouth, and was nibbling softly on the erect nub of flesh. She was literally writhing under him before he was done with that one.

He giggled madly, delighted with her. She was so passionate, so eager, so yearning…he slipped his fingers between her legs and brushed up against the crotch of her panties, soaked with her warmth already. He pressed against the wet cotton, making her arch up and beg him to take them off. Without another hesitation, he slipped his hand under her panties and stroked lightly, teasing. She grunted in frustration and tried to lift her hips up, trying to press his touch in harder, but a strong hand on her hip held her firmly down.

“Be patient,” he scolded playfully, sliding his fingers back and forth, going just a hair deeper with each stroke than the one before it. When he finally touched her in earnest, dragging his fingertips over the hard, erect flesh that was the center of her pleasure, she threw her head back, barely suppressing a scream. She heard him giggle again and felt him slide into her opening…

He didn’t go far in, just enough to make his presence there known. Her insides were screaming for him to proceed, to slide those fingers in as far in as he could, but he didn’t. Again, the hand holding her hips down kept her from taking the matter into her own hands.

“Dilandau!” she cried, tears brimming in her eyes.

He pressed a kiss to her flat, fluttering belly, dipping his tongue into her navel. “Wait…wait…” he murmured, nibbling the skin there.

She fell back limp again and moaned, feeling like crying in her helplessness. It wasn’t fair…this was torture!

He pulled his hand out from her panties and sucked on his fingers, licking her wetness off, tasting. He purred in satisfaction, took hold of her panties with both hands, and whipped them off, exposing her most feminine flesh to the night air. She gasped, the promise of glorious pleasure making her shiver. She had barely realized that the warm breeze stimulating the hypersensitive nerves was his breath when he snaked his tongue out and slipped it between her folds and into her secret center.

“Oh…oh…OH!” she moaned, her thighs tightening around his neck and head, holding him there. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around her, his tongue wandering over ever fold and ridge, lapping her liquid sweetness up and flicking around her hard clit like a candle flame, tantalizing. He now had a hold of her hips with both hands, but was finally letting her move, finally letting her thrust upward against him, increasing the pressure. He moved his hands around and grasped her backside, squeezing and groping, holding her to him even more. Her sight blurred and she let out a high, thin wail as he closed his lips around her pearl and sucked hard. She writhed, her hands clutching the bedding beneath her so tightly her fingernails risked tearing into it. “Nnnnnnnnnnnngh…! A little more…just a little more…oh, please…!”

She threw her head back and arched up as she came. Waves, waves of supreme pleasure flowed through her without end, blinding her in their strength, making her see white. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her voice choked off, her breath fully stopped for one endless moment of bliss.

Finally, she collapsed back down to the bed, the tremors of her first orgasm receding and blending together into one warm, gentle glow. Able to breath again, she gasped over and over, desperately trying to bring in enough oxygen to calm her body.

As she relaxed, the grip she had on Dilandau loosened, allowing him to pull back. Regret stabbed him for breaking their wicked embrace, but as he pushed himself up, licking her honey from his lips, a sharp discomfort made him wince. His steely-hard erection was straining against his tight leather pants, and it demanded to be freed. If he didn’t do so soon, the last shreds of his restraint may be destroyed, working him into frenzy. The gods knew what kind of damage he might do to Celena if he let that happen. He quickly removed his light shirt, then reached down and undid his pants, groaning as the painful pressure was relieved. He kept his underwear on, which still confined him, but wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable. Celena was a virgin, and their impending coupling could be very painful for her. If he didn’t wait until the last moment to completely free himself, he may jump the gun and cause Celena more pain than was necessary.

He crawled up and settled himself over her, chest-to-breast, hip-to-hip. Her arms wound around his shoulders, bringing him in for another kiss. He groaned and ground his hips against hers, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth in time. She purred as she tasted herself on his tongue, sucking and nibbling at the invading organ, making him shiver. The movements of his hips and tongue reawaked her newly-found lust for him, and she grew wet between the legs again. The warmth and moistness soaked through his underwear, dampening his straining arousal, sending quick, sharp darts of pleasure screaming through him. Oh, he couldn’t wait anymore!

Frantically, he tore his last bit of clothing off and pressed himself up against her, the head of his erection just barely pushing into her opening.

“Celena…are you ready for this?” he whispered hoarsely, his heavy breathing impeding his voice.

She nodded, herself barely able to speak.

“I’m sorry…” he murmured softly.

She opened her eyes, but before she could ask what was wrong, he snapped his hips forward in one motion, stabbing into her as deeply as he could, tearing through her virginity viciously. She tensed up and tried to scream, but her lips were taken by his, their mouths pressing so hard together she felt them bruise, his tongue buried deep within her. She clutched at him desperately, tears running down her cheeks, pleading the gods to make it stop. The initial agony passed, but it was replaced with a persistent, throbbing burn that was little better. She could feel blood trickling from her, sliding down to the white sheets and staining them red.

“I’m sorry,” Dilandau whimpered as he finally released her from the bruising kiss. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He kissed and licked at her tears, running his fingers gently through her hair, trying to calm her in any way he could.

“Dilandau,” she said, her voice thin. “I didn’t know it would hurt so much…”

“Only at first,” he soothed. “Only for a little bit.”

“And then…?” she asked.

“And, then…” he murmured, “delicious pleasure.”

That seemed to calm her a bit. She relaxed her hold on his shoulders so it wasn’t so crushing, and rocked her hips up against him. “Move,” she demanded.

He slipped his hands under her knees, lifted her legs up, and closed them scissor-like around his waist, lessening the pain a little. With one last apology, he did as she wanted, pulling out and then thrusting quickly back in. He watched her wince in pain, but she made no cry, no complaint. He marveled how such a delicate looking woman could be so resistant to such pain.

She gritted her teeth behind her closed lips as he moved within her, every bit of friction sending sharp prickles of pain through her, making her shudder unpleasantly. He promised her this wouldn’t last, he promised her it would feel good later, he promised her—

“Ah…ah!” she gasped. As he thrust into her, the pain suddenly receded a little, replaced by a warm, pleasurable sensation. She instinctively thrust back, earning a gasp from Dilandau and a little more of the good feeling. The pain was finally starting to go away.

Her legs squeezed his waist, urging him to go faster as she arched her back, meeting him thrust for thrust. The pain continued to lessen, getting smaller and smaller until finally, it disappeared altogether.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she breathed, “yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss…” She tightened her grip on him, squeezing his waist, her legs rubbing along his sides, urging him on. Gasping, her face buried against his neck and shoulder, she begged him, “Oh, yes…Dilandau! More, m-more…oh, faster, please!”

Dilandau let out a whimpering moan in reply, his arms wrapped crushingly around her, pistoning into her harder, faster, deeper. She was so slick and hot and tight…the feel of her warm depths embracing and cradling him was overwhelming. He became dizzy, his vision wavering.

He brushed briefly against her pleasure spot deep within her, and she jolted, a cry leaking from her throat. His lips stretched into a grin, his wild, insane side showing through, and he drove back into her, hitting that same spot harder, stronger. She tensed up and screamed, unmindful of waking others, her fingernails scratching down his back, leaving thin bloody trails in their wakes.

“Haaannnnnnnnngh! Yes, Celena!” he hissed, feeling her nails gouging his back, the masochist in him reveling in the pain-spiked pleasure. Their skin was slick with sweat and his trickled into the new wounds on his back, making them sting even more. He growled and quickened his pace, slamming into her tight passage so hard and so fast, he was grinding her down into the mattress, crushing her. It wouldn’t be long now…

“Dilandau!” she cried, feeling the tension within her build and build and build, almost to the breaking point, unmindful of the hard embrace he had her wrapped in. She turned her head and screamed into his hair. “DILANDAU!”

She came. For the second time that night, she came hard, her body singing in her ecstasy, overwhelming and drowning her in sensation and emotion. She couldn’t tell if she screamed this time. Somewhere far away, she heard her lover cry out in his own orgasm, liquid hotness flooding her as he filled her with his essence.

She blacked out. The experience was just too much for her, and she retreated into the back of her mind to recover. Moments later, she opened her eyes again, his warm weight gently pressing her down into the mattress as he lay atop her, exhausted.

Exhausted. That’s how she felt. It was a good exhaustion, warm and cozy and secure. She could gladly get used to something like this.

He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, then withdrew from her body and began to push himself up and off her. Alarmed, she pulled him tightly back to her, hugging him fiercely.

“Don’t leave me!” she pleaded him.

“I have to,” he responded gently, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Your brother…”

“Oh, screw Allen!” Celena interrupted, shaking her head. “I want you to stay! Please…let me sleep in your arms.”

He chuckled at her uncharacteristic outburst, reaching up and brushing a lock of wavy blonde hair from her forehead, giving him a better look at her intensely blue eyes. Even in the dark, he could see their shine.

“I love you, Dilandau,” she whispered, gently cradling his face between her delicate hands, unmindful that her fingernails were stained with his blood. “I want you to stay with me. Please.”

He smiled and took hold of one of her hands, pressing a loving kiss to her palm. “All right, Love,” he said softly. “I’ll stay with you. I love you, Celena.” He lowered them both back down to the bed and pulled the covers up and over them. She was lying on her back, and he lay half upon her, his arms curled protectively around her waist. He nuzzled her soft hair, breathing in the scent of their recent lovemaking mixed with her own clean, sweet smell. Oh, yes…this was heavenly.

Celena sighed, contented, snuggling up to him. She knew that someone would probably find them in the morning and report this to Allen, if it wasn’t Allen himself coming to wake her up. Then, there would probably be some sort of blowup. Her brother was very protective of his little sister, and finding her naked in bed with a man—a man that he hated, no less—would not go over well with him. He’d probably think Dilandau had forced himself upon her or tricked her into giving into him.

No matter, she thought, letting sleep overcome her. I don’t care what he thinks. He can’t keep us apart. Dilandau was already asleep next to her, and she closed her eyes and followed him down into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Owari

Author’s Notes: There ya go. This took me longer to write than I expected, but oh well. I hope you liked this lemon fic! ^_^ I don’t really see Allen as a “conservative Neanderthal” as Dilandau puts it. He’s a little backwards in his thinking, but not overwhelmingly so. Still, Dilandau doesn’t have a very good opinion of him, and is bound to exaggerate. Anyway, like I said, I hope you like this. Did I write a good lemon? Did I get the love and passion they feel for each other across well? I hope I did! Let me know what you think in a review or an email to mangareader@hotmail.com, onegai shimasu! I am now off to wait for my mom to fix her wonderful bacon-egg-and-cheese sandwiches…
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