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I Came Back For You	By : Sky-Kaiser Category: +S through Z > Shining Force series Views: 753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Who played Shining Force II?
I played it all the way through, and safe to say, I kinda had mixed feelings on how the story ended. A common "sleeping beauty" trope stood in the way of Sarah the Master Monk's affections.
I still like Bowie/Elis, but Sarah really didn't deserve what she got. She at least needs a chance at love, since in Shining Wisdom, she still pines over Bowie. Won't even acknowledge Kazin.
So, since I want Sarah to be happy in one continuity, I'm gonna write a fanfiction about Bowie choosing an alternate ending, so Sarah can be happy! I'm sure there are a couple where Bowie refuses to wake Elis, I'm sure... and if there are, I might not have seen them... but here, they get sexytimes, too! If anything, it's probably the first "Bowie and Sarah make love at the ending after the former chooses Sarah over Elis" fic ever, but don't quote me on that.
For any SFII fans who see this... hope you enjoy!
The face of Princess Elis had turned pink.
That was the news. And the Kingdom of Granseal was in a state of surprise and excitement.
Ever since she was struck with an exceedingly powerful sleep spell by the Demon King Zeon, Elis had been unresponsive and seemingly dead. The only sign they had that she was alive was her breathing.
Zeon was thwarted in the end by the efforts of the young Granseal squire Bowie, who had been commissioned by Elis' father, King Granseal, to save her. While she was returned home, she was not in the state that everyone had hoped she would be in.
Thankfully, there was hope. Mitula, the Goddess of the Sky, told Bowie and his mentor, Sir Astral, that Elis would eventually awaken when her face regained her color. If she still slept however, they would have to find someone that they knew she harbored feelings for and have them awaken her from slumber with a "kiss of true love."
This seemed very cliché to Bowie as he reviewed this in his mind, all the while as he marched into the castle grounds today alongside his friends. He remembered growing up with his mother telling tales about how a dashing young hero or prince or whatever would come to wake a beautiful noblegirl trapped in eternal sleep. He could care less, as long as the kingdom was safe.
His thoughts returned to the Granseal castle as he and his entourage arrived at their destination. Chester the Pegasus Knight and Baron Jaha were alongside him, as was Kazin, the Sorcerer student of Sir Hawel, who had died 3 years back. Now he lived in Granseal. Sarah, the elven Master Monk, walked alongside Bowie all the way to the castle.
Not concerning himself with what would happen if Elis needed to be kissed, he noticed Sarah's body language was a little jittery as of the moment. Earlier they had talked about who would kiss the Princess if she was still sleeping, and Sarah had wondered in worry about what would happen if anyone could kiss her.
He wondered why the "anyone" part had gotten her so upset. Was she afraid she was gonna have to kiss Elis or something?
Either way, she was still as beautiful as always. Pink looked especially nice on her, as did her hair bun. Even since she had undergone the ritual of promotion, using a Vigor Ball to enhance her strength, Bowie had been rightfully captivated. Possibly due to the articles of clothing she wore. Her light robe did no work to cover her cleavage window or her long, sturdy legs, and her thigh-high boots did too good of a job to reveal her best features. Bowie accidentally caught a glimpse of Sarah's round, plump buttocks before quickly averting his eyes. Why Master Monks wore such scant clothing was beyond him.
But even without looks, Sarah was still Bowie's oldest friend. They had been through thick and thin together, and even before that, they had been friends since Day One. Bowie, therefore, had reason to appreciate his friend beyond looks.
He had once entertained the thought of being with her, but had shelved it due to not really being interested in seeking a relationship at the time. Then again... he'd never really felt in the market for romance, so it was a simple thought that meant little to him.
Now Bowie, Sarah, Chester, Jaha and Kazin marched into the throne room. Awaiting them were Sir Astral, the wise old wizard who had mentored Bowie and his classmates since he was a child. Said wizard was embroiled in deep conversation with King Granseal, the father of Princess Elis. He looked more restless than usual, embroiled in deep conversation with Astral.
As a pleasant bonus, Bowie's old companions from his time in the Force had arrived in Granseal to see him. Most notably were Peter, the Phoenix of Mount Volcano, Prince Luke of Bedoe, the historian Rhode of Hassan, the wererat ninja Slade, and the ancient robot who called himself Zynk. Bowie quickly went to greet his oldest friends, and was soon embroiled in joyous reunion for a while. Bowie was indeed glad to learn that his oldest friends had kept in touch.
After a sizeable amount of get-together time, there was the tapping of a wooden staff hitting the floor. The 30 or so members of the Shining Force stopped talking to turn to the throne.
"Everyone... if I may have your attention?" Sir Astral spoke loudly, his voice without waver despite being around 70 years of age.
A slight bit of mumbling was heard as everyone straightened out and took heed to what was about to be said.
"Two years have passed," Sir Astral told them, "and Princess Elis is finally recovering from her coma. Her face has regained its color, and her breathing has improved. But she still refuses to wake up. Therefore, we have decided to take Mitula's advice."
"You mean... someone's gonna get to kiss her?" asked Peter, cocking his head to the side curiously.
"Indeed," replied King Granseal, nodding curtly. "If there were any time for my daughter to be awoken, it is now."
"And it must be decided who will give her the waking kiss," Sir Astral added.
Bowie expected at least a few moments of murmuring and contemplation so that everyone could come up with an answer. He was right... but actually wrong. The decision took only a few seconds.
"Why are we deciding?" chuckled Peter. "There's only one man right for that job. And that's Bowie."
Bowie tensed up, turning to Peter with surprise. He hadn't even been able to voice his own opinion, and already Peter was pushing him forward!
"Peter, I..." Bowie began to say.
A chuckle from Luke cut him off. "Ha ha! I agree! If anything, Bowie's the perfect match for any princess!"
Bowie desperately wanted to tell Peter and Luke to shut up, but the others - sans Sarah, Chester, Jaha and Kazin - were already giving out verbal agreement. Bowie felt his face grow red, feeling as if maybe he should disagree out-loud. He instantly chided himself for it. Wouldn't it be selfish for him to turn his back on the kingdom when its princess had to be woken?
"Hmm..." Sir Astral, Bowie's mentor, pondered. "You are all agreed on this? I haven't heard any arguments..."
"I disagree!"
Bowie recognized the voice of Jaha, and he watched as the young dwarven Baron stepped up, looking small and shrunken as he spoke. Bowie hadn't seen his friend look so small since he was a simple trainee Warrior, as Jaha had grown a few feet the day he was promoted.
"OK, I get where you guys are coming from..." admitted Jaha, rocking on the balls of his feet, his axe on his belt swinging. "...but I like the Princess, too. I respectfully add my entry in as to who should kiss the Princess!"
A small silence in the throne room followed. Bowie quickly felt a high hope emerge from this. In truth, he was not prepared for such a task. Were he to kiss Elis and awaken her, he would have to become king. And Bowie didn't believe himself ready for such responsibility. He sincerely hoped that Jaha might actually be agreed with.
Though he didn't see it, Sarah had a mask of optimism cover her face as well, as if understanding that Jaha was quite ready for the job.
But hope was not on Bowie's side. Or Sarah's, for that matter...
"I... understand, Jaha," said Slade as slowly as possible. "But I really think the one to kiss her should be someone she knows personally. And Bowie's human. It's nothing to do with race, it's just... maybe a human would be more suitable to wake her?"
Slade obviously looked as though he didn't want it to be about race, of course. Which is why he somewhat shrunk in size after saying it, feeling that what he said could be interpreted the wrong way.
Jaha groaned. "I get it, I get it," he said dismally as he rejoined the crowd dejectedly.
Bowie shook his head at Slade's defense. He hardly even knew Elis! Sure, he shared a few awkward exchanges with her, but that was it. And this had nothing to do with race?! They were telling Jaha 'no' because he was a dwarf! What, were humans just better at anything?! Now Bowie was somewhat angry.
"You know," giggled May, the centaur Bow Rider from Ribble. "I think Bowie and Elis would make a really cute couple!"
"May!" Bowie groaned, feeling his face go red. She was literally throwing him into the situation he had hoped to avoid by saying they would look adorable together.
"Bowie is a virtuous young lad with the manner of a true knight!" Sir Higgins of Pacalon said proudly. "I truly believe that no better choice to awaken the princess could be found elsewhere."
'Shut up...! Shut up...!' Bowie was thinking to himself as everyone onve again began to - in order - throw in their agreement.
Bowie felt himself suddenly sweating profusely. He looked around the room, seeing the approving faces of his comrades, all ready to see him make Princess Elis his own. He even saw Chester and Kazin start to agree themselves. They seemed confirmed with their mindset. And yet they completely neglected what he felt and wanted.
Bowie's eyes landed on Sarah by chance, and what he saw made his heart freeze. Her beautiful auburn eyes were wracked with terrified grief. It seemed just as bad as watching her cry, as her current appearance was that of a woman who had lost all thought on what to do. He felt the urge to want to run over and comfort her, but then wondered why he suddenly felt so... strong about that.
"Sarah, what are your thoughts?"
This sentence instantly brought Bowie back to Earth as he saw Sir Astral, who had unknowingly singled Sarah out. The elven girl reacted to Astral as to how a peasant would a monster jumping at them: bouncing back from surprise. It was very out of character for the usually strong and cheerful Master Monk. Bowie was horrified by the sight. Noticing her trembling physique, Bowie still felt the urge to come to her aid, but he felt rooted to the spot. He was now forced to watch the following exchange with grief.
"M... Me?" squeaked Sarah, her eyes becoming very big. "Well, I... I, uh... I don't know if I..." She gulped. "I mean, I know we have to wake her, but... but..."
Her eyes met Bowie's.
Bowie felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at his oldest friend, devastated by the reality of the situation.
And then it suddenly hit Bowie in that very moment as to why Sarah sometimes blushed in his line of sight.
'Don't tell me...'
"Yeah..." Sarah consented, suddenly tearful. And that was what made Bowie's stomach drop. "He's... a g-good choice... Bowie..." She sniffed as a tear began to spill from her eye and her voice began to crack apart. "Bowie will... make her h-happy..."
The way she emphasized 'her,' in reference to Elis...
And she gave into tears in front of everyone, burying her face in her metal gauntlets while letting out all the grief she felt on how the whole situation was turning out in front of her. Everyone around her looked completely shook. Bowie, suddenly noticing his close proximity to the elven healer-warrior, reached forward.
"Sarah?" Bowie croaked, his voice feeling dry as he placed his gloved hand in Sarah's bare shoulder.
With a great wail, Sarah shoved him away and ran for the castle entrance, barging past a dumbfounded Chester in the process. The centaur barely side-stepped in time to avoid the bawling elf girl, but he was still caught in the side and stumbled for a second before regaining balance. Everyone present watched Sarah leave in tears with silence.
"Wait a sec..." Chester said slowly. "Sarah's in love with Bowie? How come I never caught on?"
A majority of the Shining Force - as well as King Granseal and Sir Astral - groaned from Chester's obliviousness.
Bowie didn't, however. His cerulean eyes were fixated on the departing Master Monk. He felt angry tears brimming his eyelids at the whole situation. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this!
"...well, I guess everyone agrees?" murmured Peter cautiously.
Astral had a very somber look upon his face as Sarah turned the corner and out of sight. Everything on his wizened face seemed to show that he had not expected Sarah's tearful outburst.
"I suppose so," said the old wizard. "Sorry, Jaha, by the way..." he added, and Jaha nodded back solemnly.
"Something tells me you pretty much expected everyone's reactions from the beginning..." Luke said inquisitively to Sir Astral.
"Gee, Luke... you honestly figured that out?" Astral replied to the birdman in amazement. Luke was quite perceptive. "Well, I suppose it mostly went the way I predicted it to... but Sarah? I never believed I would be hurting her feelings that much. Had I known of her affections..."
Bowie's mind was set. Forget the Princess.
"...I guess it matters not," Sir Astral guessed. "Bowie, will you-?"
"SARAH! WAIT!"
Bowie suddenly burst into a sprint, surprising everyone present as he, too, shouldered through Chester to leave the castle. The centaur yelped and staggered, flapping his wings as if to try and find stability, and this time he toppled on his side. Rhode, Zynk, and May rushed over to return him to his feet, but they also watched Bowie running out of the castle.
"Wait, Sir Bowie!" cried out King Granseal, his voice desperate all of a sudden. "Who will wake my daughter?!"
Too late. Bowie was out of earshot by that point, running out past the corner of the castle entrance and leaving their sight.
"Aaaaaaaand Bowie loves Sarah back," concluded Chester as Astral joined them. "Astral, you had to choose a guy who already had a crush?"
"Well, I...!" Astral looked flabbergasted. "I didn't know that Bowie also...!"
He ultimately decided to shut up. There was now no one present to wake Princess Elis. And their best option had deserted them for his oldest friend.
A beautiful meadow of various assorted flowers sat outside of the village grounds outside of Granseal: a floral playground perfect for those seeking time alone.
Sarah sat in the middle of this meadow, face hidden in her hands as tears poured from her eyes in volumes, quiet sobs escaping her lips as she tried to accept the reality that she could never be with Bowie.
But why should they be? She, a mere elf, could hardly compare to the Hero of Granseal, who by all means should be the one to kiss the Princess. Her feelings didn't matter to anyone, especially since her crush had no right to exist. And an elf couldn't mingle with a human, who would think of that? They made it clear that a human should kiss Elis, which was probably what he was doing right now, the sorry-!
"Sarah?"
What?! But he couldn't have...?
Sarah stopped crying and turned to face the man she was trying to hate at the moment. Her tear-stung, swollen eyes glanced up at Bowie with mixed loathing and melancholy.
"Go away..." she groaned as she hid her face again.
"Sarah..." Bowie repeated, eyes pleading. "I haven't kissed the Princess..."
"You're going to..." Sarah mumbled, her voice showing hints of irritation.
"No, I'm not..." Bowie added insistently.
"WHY NOT?!"
Sarah suddenly got up and turned to face Bowie, new tears brimming her eyes. Bowie flinched and placed his hands up. Sarah was still wearing her giant steel knuckles, which she had used to mercilessly knock the teeth out of many an enemy. And her strong legs seemed quite terrifying as well by this point...
"Bowie, you have it all..." Sarah was saying through choked sobs. "You got the kingdom knowing your name... all your friends... and a sleeping beauty just hopelessly waiting for you to wake her with a kiss. You're gonna be a king, Bowie! A king!" Her voice dropped, as did her head. "And I'll just be... overshadowed. Just one of many who followed the great Sir Bowie, Hero of Granseal, conqueror of the King of Demons..."
"Wh...? Sarah, you're not..."
"Bowie, shut up..." Sarah demanded, curling up into a ball. "You know it's true... you're the only one of us anyone will recognize when they write your name in history books. No one will ever remember Sarah the Master Monk, his oldest friend, the one who cared from him from the very beginning... I'll just be another name while you live sitting pretty in the castle with your princess wife... and your kids..."
"No..." Bowie spoke meekly, refusing everything he was hearing. "Sarah, I don't want that. I don't want to be with Elis. I hardly know her, and... I don't think I could handle being king..."
"Why wouldn't you want to be king?" Sarah quipped loudly, looking back up at him. "You get a kingdom, a castle, people who believe in you, a queen, and maybe a prince or princess to come with that..."
"I don't want that responsibility, Sarah!" said Bowie, now raising his voice. Sarah made to talk again, but Bowie cut her off. "Now let me finish! I could never take on that kind of task! I don't want to end up with someone I've only spoken to like once or twice just so I can look after all of Granseal and beyond! I just want to be Bowie, a man who cared enough to save existence because no one else would!"
Sarah glared up at Bowie with a dead expression, then planted her face in her knees.
"But the biggest reason..." Bowie breathed, calming down. "I don't want to be with Elis. She's pretty... but... I don't like her that way. I never could. She's just a princess, not someone I could truly be happy with..."
"That's stupid..." Sarah mumbled unfeelingly. "What kind of girl could contend with Princess Elis? Certainly not anyone I know." She looked up again. "Why, then? Why is someone as beautiful as her not your type?"
Bowie looked to find words, but choked on them.
Why didn't he like Elis? How could he not find her his type? She was blonde, emerald-eyed, ruby-lipped, pale-skinned, and extraordinarily ravishing...
...but then he looked at Sarah...
...and sure, she was hardly Elis' equal, but she was beautiful in her own way. Her pure blue hair, tied in a neat ponytail... her big, adorable, auburn eyes... her slightly warmer tone of skin... and her fit, sturdy build compared to Elis, who was much softer in appearance. Sarah was built slender. Slim. And Bowie just found that... much more alluring.
And beyond that... he'd known her forever. He knew what she liked, and what interests he shared with her. He remembered all their experiences in the past, when it was just them, Chester, and Jaha. He could recount all their interactions, the times they saved each other from near-death experiences, and all the times they simply got to spend time together...
...and Bowie finally accepted what he felt for Sarah in that very moment.
Brushing a lock of long, blonde hair out of his face, Bowie knelt down next to Sarah and placed his hand on hers. Sarah wordlessly shoved him back, but Bowie would not have it. He grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her to her feet.
"HEY!"
Sarah began to wind up a punch, but she instantly stumbled and felt her entire front impact with Bowie's front. She looked up, and to her shock she found her face inches from Bowie's, Her face turned a red hue as she saw a very different expression on the young man's face. It was the intense, stern face he made when he entered a battle. Sarah then shivered as he felt his gloved hand touch her chin and hold it.
"B... Bowie...?"
"Why don't I like Elis?" Bowie repeated in a whisper. His lips were so close to Sarah's that she felt his breath. "This is why..."
"Bo..."
And then Bowie leaned forward as fast as he could and smashed his lips into Sarah's. The elven girl's eyes bulged as wide as they could at the shock of her oldest friend embracing her so, and she nearly fainted from the overload of emotions produced from this simple act.
"Mmf...!"
Put in a slight state of panic, Sarah struggled a brief second, but Bowie pulled his arms around her to cut off her escape. Sarah still squirmed slightly, her arms unintentionally pinned to her sides by Bowie's tender hug as he stayed locked to her with his mouth on hers.
Her resistant movements slowly began to cease as the warm feel of his lips on hers began to sink in. And ultimately, she gave into the embrace. Sighing into his lips, Sarah closed her eyes and kissed Bowie back, tilting her head slightly to deepen what was now their first kiss. Bowie, sensing her consent, loosened his arms, and Sarah slid her hands onto Bowie's shoulders as they enjoyed a proper embrace.
With a quiet, wet sound, their lips disconnected, and they found each other blushing madly and staring into the other's eyes, cerulean drinking in auburn.
"I'm... sorry..." Bowie said breathlessly.
"Wh... what for?" breathed Sarah.
"I shouldn't have been so forceful," Bowie told her. "It's just... you were so upset, and I wanted to..." He lowered his gaze. "I don't want you to be upset, Sarah... I want you to be happy. You're really amazing, and..."
"Bowie, you..." She hiccuped, still recovering from her earlier tears. "You big dummy, I..." She looked away. "No... no, you deserve better than me..."
"Who's better than you, Sarah?" Bowie inquired rhetorically, looking back up at the stammering elf. "The Princess?"
"I mean..."
"Sarah... look at me."
She did so, looking deep into his eyes.
"I... I'm an idiot," Bowie told her. "I'm naïve, I'm gullible, and maybe I don't fully get it... so I'm sorry that it took you getting put on the spot for me to realize how much I need you with me..."
Sarah leaned against Bowie, her forehead pressed on Bowie's front as she let a quiet laugh out.
"No, Bowie, I..." Sarah stared at the grass beneath their feet, trying to come to grips with all of this. Bowie's kiss had left quite an effect on her, after all. "I'm not worthy of you... you're just telling me all this because... because I made a scene. If I hadn't said anything, you'd probably be kissing the princess now..."
"No... I wouldn't..."
Sarah noticed the urgent tone in Bowie's voice, and she looked back up. His face was stern yet again.
"I couldn't go back there thinking about you," the handsome young teen told her. "I want to prove how much I'd rather be with you than some royal... I want you and me to stay together. Like this. Not friends. Lovers."
"Bowie..."
"Sarah... let's do it."
"Do..." Sarah suddenly felt sweat saturate her forehead. "Do... it...?!"
"Sarah," Bowie whispered, his face inches from the elf girl's. "I want to make it clear that I'll never go kiss the Princess as long as you exist in my life. I want to show that I don't want to be with her... and the best way I can do that is by showing you..." He looked away with reddening cheeks as he finished, "...how I... feel..."
"Bowie, I..."
"Shh..."
Bowie's gloved finger placed itself on Sarah's lips, and the light contact finally allowed a sheepish yet heartfelt smile to cross her face. She was very much aware what Bowie wanted with her, and her nervousness made her hesitate on acting forward. She knew what this bond entailed.
Yet having Bowie so close to her began to slowly soothe her concerns...
This time, she leaned forward, and Bowie returned the motion. Their lips connected again. Lightly, at first, in a slight peck. Then they touched again, with more fervor. And yet again, but harder against each other as Bowie grasped Sarah's face and Sarah held Bowie by his shoulders.
They seperated, and Sarah showed Bowie her smile yet again as happy tears replaced the negative ones she had shed before. Bowie returned the smile with a blush as he came in for another kiss. Though it was at that point that Sarah came forward with a more sensual, open-mouthed kiss that threw Bowie off for the smallest split-second as her tongue slipped into his mouth. Bowie adjusted quickly, however, and met Sarah's tongue with his own as their lips stayed clamped to each other.
And then they fell sideways into the meadow, beginning to rid each other of their attire while still lip-locked in an amorous fever...
Back at Granseal Castle...
A few minutes had passed since Bowie had chosen to abandon the Princess for Sarah, and nervous conversation had broken out.
"I really doubt the king will just let things slide after what Bowie just did..." Peter mumbled worriedly.
"But King Granseal's a reasonable guy," said Chester defensively. "He can understand that Bowie's fallen in love? Granseal himself had the Queen..."
"Who died years ago," Slade reminded them harshly. "Elis was literally the only thing keeping his head on a screw after the Queen passed on. How do you think he will fare if his daughter is not there to see him on his death-bed?"
"I still think I deserve a chance with the Princess!" Jaha complained. "Why can't anyone understand that?"
"You are less acquainted with her than Bowie is," argued Kazin. "She at least knows Bowie's name."
"Let's be honest," said Luke flatly. "No one here is qualified to kiss the Princess. I know I was rooting for Bowie earlier, but it's true... not even he knows the Princess personally. So I totally sympathize with him choosing someone he's known all his life over a pretty face he hardly knows."
"Heh, young love..." chuckled Rhode. "It reminds me of when I was their age..."
"I LACK THE DATA TO COMPREHEND THAT YOU WERE ONCE OF YOUTHFUL AGE..." Zynk said analytically. The old android received a bop to the side of his metal head for that quip.
"Quiet, you bucket of bolts!" snapped Rhode.
With the constant chatter in the background, Sir Astral was still talking to the immensely distressed King Granseal, who looked on the verge of having an emotional breakdown.
"I demand that a search party be sent out for them!" Granseal was complaining. "Bowie is the only hope for my daughter to wake up!"
"I understand, King Granseal," Sir Astral said back, looking to debate things. "But how will Bowie simply return if he is forced to?"
"My daughter..." Granseal implored.
"I, too, wish to help your daughter awaken, my king," Astral told him. "But if he doesn't wish to be with her that way, we cannot force him to go kiss the Princess. He has chosen a different path."
Granseal buried his face in his hands, trying to keep himself from crying. 3 years ago, his daughter had fallen into Hell itself. And when the Shining Force returned her to him, she was inert and in eternal rest. He had gone 3 years without hearing his daughter's voice, or feeling her warm embrace. How much longer did he have to go without knowing his daughter would be fine?
"Your Majesty..." Sir Astral spoke slowly, hoping to appeal to the king with an alternate plan. "Perhaps we can find a different candidate to awaken your daughter?"
The king lifted his head and rubbed underneath his shiny red nose, shaking his head. He was in such a racked state of mind that it was a wonder he didn't go mad. But he kept composed.
Scratching his illustrious beard, he considered Astral's idea.
"Is there any noble person else here who would like to try their hand at awakening my beloved daughter?" he announced.
"Me! Me!" cried out Jaha, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "I will wake the Princess!"
"Jaha, we've been over this," grumbled Slade.
"Why not me?!" snapped Jaha. "Who else here wants to kiss the Princess?!"
"I could respectfully add in my entry," said Kazin idly. "She needs one who will be by her side no matter what. And I am a loyal man."
"What?!" Jaha was outraged. "No way, José!"
"If Sir Lemon were here, I'm sure he'd step up," murmured Chester. "He was a very honorable man."
"No way!" snapped Jaha. "I need to do it! I'm been head-over-heels for Elis since Day One! It's the reason I chose to be promoted to a Baron! I grew a couple feet for her!"
"I never said I would try my hand at kissing the Princess," Kazin replied mildly. "I said I could."
"I said no way!"
This devolved into a sort of an argument, with Kazin casually dismissing and disproving Jaha's accusations. Peter and Slade entered this as well, trying to defuse the situation, but this only added fuel to the fire as Jaha and Kazin started up on them.
Watching this, King Granseal and Sir Astral looked on with a lack of optimism. Astral placed his face in his palm, while King Granseal looked away, more dismal than ever.
"Please do not let this become a fight," he begged to no one in particular. "All because Bowie left at such a crucial time. What could he be doing now?"
Back at the meadow...
Bowie and Sarah now lay side-by-side in their secret bed of flowers, completely rid of clothes at last and still engaged in a deep, passionate liplock. Both Bowie and Sarah had each other's faces cupped in one another's hands, both in a state to not wish to be seperated.
Their lips came apart for a second, however, as the need to breathe itched at them. Sarah rolled onto her back as well, but her left hand stayed on Bowie's cheek. The Master Monk was captivated by Bowie's cerulean orbs, and how innocent the smile he was giving her looked.
Bowie chuckled, before inching forward to gain a view of her firm, round breasts. His hand rubbed against her plump left breast, squeezing on it lightly. Sarah moaned, blushing with mouth open, and looked away, biting her knuckle in nervousness as Bowie handled her top half ever-so-gently. She could feel her nipples beginning to grow erect and hard.
Bowie noticed her averting her gaze and frowned.
"Why are you embarrassed?" he asked, grabbing the hand that Sarah was nibbling and squeezing it gently.
"I've... never let anyone see me like this," Sarah said meekly. "And... I'm not perfect..."
"What do you mean?" Bowie looked down at her bare, slender form. Her toned body, plump breasts, tiny waist, wide hips, shapely legs... she seemed perfect to him...
"I mean..." Sarah gestured to her body. "You see the scars that I collected when we fought in the big war... all the scrapes... bruises... I feel like they take away..."
"They make no difference to me, Sarah..." Bowie assured her. "And even if I did have an issue with your scars, you don't have to be perfect to impress me. To me, you're perfect already..."
"I just... don't want this to be a disappointment, Bowie..." Sarah's eyes were big and pleading. "I don't want what happens next to be a mistake... or something that endangers the kingdom... because you know everyone must be freaking out about Elis not having someone to kiss her..." She started to ramble after this. "...and that's not counting what we're about to do here and now... we only get one shot at this, and I don't want to end up not satisfying you enough-"
Bowie captured her lips yet again to alleviate her concerns. She calmed down almost instantly and accepted the kiss, which she broke with him.
"Sorry..." Sarah breathed. "I want this to be right..."
"It will be, Sarah..." said Bowie quietly. "I promise."
Sarah's big, glittering eyes locked with Bowie's again, her mouth slightly open as she breathed in and out, breathless as her heart beat rapidly within her little chest.
"O... OK..." Sarah whispered.
Bowie smiled, and then he moved his lips down to her right nipple. His lips wrapped around the pink bud, and he began to hug it with his lips, sucking lightly on it.
"Ah... Ahh...!" Sarah gasped, biting her knuckle again.
Bowie, urged on by her feedback, momentarily released the nipple to tease it with his tongue, circling around the protrusion and across the areolae. Sarah breathed heavily, fighting the urge to moan more.
As his tongue flicked on her left nipple, Bowie's left hand moved to her right breast, squeezing it lightly. His thumb pressed on her right nipple, idly circling it. Sarah took a series of deep breaths as a reaction to the touch.
"Bowie..." Sarah gasped. "Pl... please..."
Bowie's lips once again captured her left nipple, tugging gently on it as his lips pulled on it. Sarah panted and gasped, looking away from the sight of her oldest friend playing with her breasts.
Then Bowie's thumb joined with his index finger to pinch Sarah's left nipple, and she squealed, tears of enjoyment coming to her eyes from the pain. Yet it felt extremely good to her, being pinched there...
"Hahhh... B-Bowie... not... not so hard..."
Her auburn eyes trailed back to Bowie, still suckling on her ample breast. His eyes were locked to hers as he idly hugged the pink, sensitive organ. And Sarah suddenly felt herself blush; a very goofy smile was on her mouth all of a sudden as she beheld Bowie looking up at her with an almost hungry glint in his eyes...
With a vigorous suck, he pulled on the nipple with his lips before it came free with a pop!, and he returned the grin, his own blush appearing.
"Is this...?" Bowie wondered aloud to her. "Are you feeling good?"
Sarah breathed in and out, her face a cherry hue and her breasts rising up and down with each breath.
"It... feels strange..." Sarah told him. "It doesn't hurt, but it makes me all hot inside... I feel like I'll melt every time you touch me up here..."
"What about down here?" inquired Bowie as he slid his hand down.
His fingers now rested underneath her belly, inches from her... her womanhood. Sarah's womanly spot was untouched; smooth and even, as well as cleanly shaved minus a small tuft of blue hair above the special place... and glistening wet from arousal. She was already dripping wet from Bowie's oral administrations on her chest.
Bowie's hand now slid ever-so-lightly across her elven willow... and suddenly she jerked and squealed!
"Ah-! Ahh! Bowie-eeeee!"
Her legs spread out and kicked once, twice in the air from Bowie's touch, and she gripped some of the flowers underneath her, almost uprooting a couple.
"I'm sorry!" Bowie apologized, pulling his hand away in fear, terrified that he may have hurt Sarah. "That hurt?"
"No! No..." Sarah gasped, her hand on the middle of her ribcage, which expanded and retracted with each heavy breath. "It... caught me off guard, I... it felt so hot..."
"Should I do it slower?"
"No, just... do the same pace... I'm ready now..."
Bowie cautiously moved his left hand back to where it had been. And when they touched her in the same spot, she jerked again, but not as violently as before. But her moan was louder than when her breasts had been played with...
"Uwaaah...! B... B-Bowie!"
Squirming from the sound bursts of pleasure starting to jolt across her body, Sarah could only lay where she was and cry out in ecstasy as Bowie's fingers rubbed across her sensitive place.
Encouraged to continue, Bowie now moved to suckle on Sarah's neglected left breast, smothering the nipple. Sarah whined and bit her lip, the feeling already starting to drive her insane.
"Bowie!" Sarah cried. "Bowie, B... not... not so rough! It's too... ahhhh!"
Her moans rose to a squeal as Bowie's teeth grazed her nip as he sucked on her breast. Without thinking, she grabbed a fistful of Bowie's hair, squeezing her grip on his golden locks. Her partner made a muffled grunt in slight discomfort, still suckling her, but nevertheless continued with his ministrations, his fingers poking into Sarah's wet cavern.
"Waaah! Bowie-eee!" Sarah begged, a hot feeling building in her lower area. "Bowie, it's too much! It's... ahh! Ahhhh!"
Bowie, having a slight idea of what was coming for Sarah, quickly stopped, also taking his lips off of Sarah's nipple. Sarah gasped, took a deep breath, and glared at Bowie almost angrily.
"Hey..." she complained as she felt the orgasm building in her die down. "Wh-Why... did you s-stop?"
"Making you finish this early seems unfair..." Bowie told her.
"You just want me to do you next because you're impatient," Sarah grumbled.
"I really don't..." Bowie protested.
"It doesn't matter," scoffed Sarah, a grin curling on her lips as her eyes veered downwards. "You're still so..."
She trailed off, her grin disappearing. In all honesty, she hadn't taken a prolonged look at Bowie's... girth until now. Before this, she had been focused on Bowie's face and his words. But now, gazing at her new lover's... thing... she gasped.
"What... what is that monster of a...?"
"Huh?"
"That's your peen? It's huge!"
'Huge' was actually kind of an understatement. Bowie was fairly average for a human, about 7 inches. But to an elf like Sarah, it looked massive. She'd had an idea of what sex must be like, but she was still a fairly petite girl. And Bowie was almost a head taller than her. But nevertheless, his impressive length had Sarah's eyes transfixed.
"I can't believe it..." Sarah spoke, breathless. "Your peen is so big..."
"It's actually pretty normal for humans," Bowie told her.
"What? Normal?! You're not serious...?!"
But Sarah did not disapprove. In fact, the smile on her face had come back. It was a smile that was shy, yet expectant and interested by the sight.
"I mean..." she told him, brushing her blue bangs. "It's not a bad thing... but how will it fit inside me?"
She then grabbed Bowie's shoulders before he could reply, sneaking a quick kiss on his mouth before laying him down in the flower bed. Bowie stayed quiet as she took her hands off his shoulders and moved down to his pelvic area, gaining a longer stare at her lover's manhood.
"I suppose I'll have to find out how we'll do the deed with something so big later..." Sarah purred. "For now, I want you to feel so good you go to Heaven."
She shook her head at her corny choice of words, but making eye contact with Bowie, she saw he approved, giving her a consenting nod. Sarah nodded back, then wrapped her fingers around the base of the hardened shaft.
Sarah shivered at the touch of the hardened appendage. Taking a deep breath, she bent down to trace a light lick across the tip. Bowie jerked from the tingling feeling, but Sarah retreated even as he did, blushing.
'I just touched... and licked... Bowie's peen...'
Sarah felt butterflies in her stomach from having performed such an action. This was the first time she had ever fathomed doing something so lewd, yet the action had left her flustered and red as a cherry.
And yet...
'I... need more...'
She cleared her throat, bending down again to lick the sensitive tip, and Bowie looked on with innocent, half-lidded eyes and a slightly agape mouth, from which light breaths came as Sarah began to repeatedly lick his member.
"S... Sarah..."
Sarah felt incredibly awkward doing this. Her tongue, touching Bowie's "peen," and tracing around the tip. Indeed, her face was red, and sweat was on her brow. But hearing Bowie's feedback, Sarah felt egged on to continue.
Going off of something she once heard girls do to boys they like, Sarah opened her mouth and placed the tip inside, her lips hugging the top of the private part.
"Sarah, th-that's... hhhhh... ahh..."
The elven girl felt her face growing so scarlet that a tomato would envy her, but she continued on his behest, eager to ensure the pleasure of the man she loved. She lowered her head, now moving half of Bowie's length into her mouth. She was still in awe of how big Bowie was to her.
Bowie's soft, satisfied moans became music to Sarah's pointed ears as she continued, looking her eyes up at the handsome young man whom she was pleasing. He offered her a weak smile as she used her mouth, and Sarah bashfully smiled around his member.
'It feels so naughty...' Sarah mulled over in her mind. 'But if he enjoys it, I'll do it. I'll put what knowledge I have to the test. For him.'
Sarah now boldly placed her hands on Bowie's thighs as she lowered her head all the way on his appendage, suppressing her gag reflex to take it all in. Sarah still nearly choked as the tip of Bowie's erection hit the back of her throat, but she succeeded in putting it all in her mouth. Nevertheless, she came up for air with a gasp.
"H-Hey, don't push yourself..." Bowie breathed.
"I can't help it..." Sarah told him. "Your taste... it's so intoxicating..."
Bowie managed a weak chuckle as Sarah lifted her ample bosom up to her man's appendage, tentatively hugging the male part with her soft, round breasts.
"OK... I think this is how you do it..."
And she began to embrace his member with her soft, warm bust, now beginning to stroke back and forth with her mammaries against the enlarged body part. Auburn eyes darted up to the cerulean pair, then back to what was in her cleavage.
"Hnh... Sarah-hhh...!"
Sarah, still venturing further, pulled her head back down to suck on the tip of his manhood, her lips catching the sensitive, helmet-shaped bulb protruding from between her breasts. She closed her eyes, taking in the scent of Bowie's essence as she continued her ministrations.
Bowie's sighs and groans reached Sarah's ears as her tongue stroked the glans of his shaft. And the more his breath hitched, the more he moaned her name, the harder she pressed her breasts to his private.
"S-Sarah...! Ahh...! Ahh, wait, Sarah...!"
Responding to Bowie's imploring tone, Sarah stopped, the erection she was embracing still in her mouth.
"Sarah..."
Sarah understood.
"Sarah hears ya," she whispered back in third-person after removing her mouth from his manhood. "And since I had time to think on it... I've decided that I want you to finish inside me. All the way."
This earned a dumbstruck look from Bowie as Sarah now crawled on top of him, looking to find a spot on Bowie's lap. Their eyes met again. Bowie took in the massive blush on Sarah's face as she bashfully smiled down at him.
"Bowie..." Sarah breathed. "Have my innocence."
"It's my deepest pleasure to do this to you..." Bowie breathed back.
Sarah giggled sheepishly as she looked down at the enlarged member in-between her legs, breathing in and out. This joining, she heard, was something of a traumatic procedure. It was said it really hurt. So as she placed her hand to the organ to align with her untouched womanhood, she took pause.
"Sarah...?"
"I know, Bowie, OK?" Sarah muttered worriedly, cutting Bowie off. "I... just don't know what's about to happen... it just looks huge, and... will your peen even fit? I don't..."
"Hey, we'll go it at your pace," Bowie assured her. "And I'll be gentle."
Looking into Bowie' eyes yet again, she forgot to be afraid. She thanked Volcanon and Mitula for him... she honestly couldn't have made it this far without him.
Now she eyed Bowie's appendage, and huffed, then tried to lower herself down onto it. But it slipped a direction to rest between her plump buttocks. Sarah aligned herself again, but this time it moved in front of her belly. Bowie watched with confusion as she attempted to insert his "huge" manhood, yet failed to.
It was kind of amusing to watch.
After a little bit of this, Sarah let out a sheepish giggle and shrugged.
"Oh, well! We tried, Bowie!" she tittered.
But Bowie sensed her continuous hesitation and reached his hand down to align his member with her flower properly. Sarah hitched her breath as she looked down, then noticed Bowie's... smug expression?
"Is that better?"
He then proceeded to place his hands on the sides of her slender belly, and, as she watched his face intently, pulled her down by a tiny bit. His tip went inside of her, and she let out a cry of mixed surprise and ecstasy. Bowie also let out a grunt of pleasure himself, feeling her warm insides squeeze his glans.
"Bowie... Bowie..."
Auburn met cerulean again.
"Bowie... please..."
"OK, Sarah... we'll do it together."
Sarah's gaze did not break with Bowie's this time. He was here, guiding her, and that brought her comfort. She smiled, and looked down, beginning to ease herself down while he pushed up. More of his shaft went inside of her, and Sarah gasped as she felt her lover join with her...
...but then something blocked his path.
And then Sarah's nervousness returned as Bowie continued to bring her down onto his shaft, and she whimpered as a stinging pain began to form; he was starting to break her barrier of innocence.
"Bowie... B-Bowie, wait, I-!"
Bowie stopped.
"Sarah..."
"I... don't..."
Sarah's eyes were now very moist, her gifted bosom rising and falling as she struggled to deal with the sting. At that, Bowie almost retreated from her wet lower area, but Sarah kept her own position.
"Bowie, please, I..."
"Let me finish it for you..."
"Please..."
Sarah whined as she felt her hymen giving way to a seemingly massive manhood penetrating her completely. She writhed and breathed rapidly, then...
"AAAAAAHHH!"
Suddenly, she came down as she was deflowered at last, and her resulting scream went to the sky as Bowie gripped her sides intensely, his head thrown back as he tensed from Sarah's drenched insides constricted around him.
"Ngh! S-Sarah-hhhhh!"
Bowie grit his teeth, his chest rising and falling as the brand new feeling rocked him like nothing had ever felt before.
"Sarah...!" Bowie seethed through the amazing feeling. "Sarah... is it...?"
"Bowie-eeeeeee...!" Sarah wailed, sounding almost dismal. "Bowie... it hurts..."
Hearing that, Bowie felt devastated. He had been aiming to please Sarah, not hurt her. But how could he enjoy this if Sarah couldn't feel the same?
And he felt even worse as he saw blood. Blood coming from Sarah's entrance as a direct result of his action of taking her virginity.
"No..." Bowie mourned. "I ruined it... Sarah, I'm..."
But before he could tell her how sorry he was, Sarah fell forward to rest her mammaries against his chest, and he saw a tearful, ecstatic smile on her face, which was inches away from his own.
"It hurts... so... good...!" Sarah half-sobbed, half-laughed, her huge eyes watery yet begging for more. "Bowie... it feels... extraordinary...!"
"You mean you don't...?"
"No!" Sarah assured him. "Bowie, please... I want this so much now..."
"All the way, then?" Bowie asked. "But... you were so hesitant earlier..."
"I'm ready now..." Sarah replied, her eyelashes glittering with tears. "All the way..."
Bowie stared into her face, for a second being unsure how to proceed. But he figured that if Sarah said this was enjoyable, she should proceed.
He nodded, then leaned up just to kiss Sarah. Their lips met for a second, and Sarah pushed him back down into the flower bed.
"OK..." Sarah panted, smiling with still a hint of nervous energy. "I'm... going to move now..."
"Just... whenever you want me to join in," replied Bowie.
"OK..."
Sarah took a deep breath as she sat up, then lifted herself up so that only the tip of Bowie's member was inside her. Then she dropped down, and both human and elf let out a cry of pleasure. Bowie almost growled as he felt Sarah's wet cavern encompass him, and Sarah moaned loudly as she felt Bowie strike a particular spot that made her shiver with pleasure. She came back up, then slammed herself down again, her juicy rump impacting with Bowie's lap with a suggestive clapping sound. She repeated the motion a few more times, and each time they did, Bowie let out a grunt of approval, as Sarah moved all throughout the slow yet powerful movements.
Soon they had found a rhythm, and Sarah was bouncing on top of Bowie, her impressive bosom bouncing along with her. Bowie looked on at his partner, transfixed by the sight of her as he, along with Sarah, were exposed to immensely enjoyable feeling.
"Hahhh... hahhh...! Ahhhh, Bowie! Ohhhh...! Bowie-eeeee...!"
"Ugh...! Ahh...! Sarah...! Ngh... yes...! Sarah..."
Sarah now leaned forward, once again laying herself flat against Bowie's hardened chest as she reassumed position. Bowie responded by moving his hands to Sarah's plump hindquarters, gripping her hips as he began to move her at a controlled pace. The air was soon filled with their moans as they were now lost in passion.
'His peen... it feels like it's tearing me in half... but it stretches my insides so well! And the bursts of pleasure each time he goes all the way inside, it's... the best sensation ever...! Bowie, thank you!'
'Wow... Sarah's... she's so wet and tight down there... her willow is constricting around me, but in a good way... and I love how her behind comes down on me like that... I'm so glad I came back for you, Sarah!'
Sarah was crying out to the sky at this point, wailing as she was thrust into without remorse. Bowie, hands still on her gluteals, spread the soft cheeks apart to thrust deeper into her, while he moved his lips to her collarbone, lightly nibbling her there as she moved along on top.
"Ahhhh! Yes!" Sarah cried out. "Yes, yes, yes...! Bowie, it's so amazing!"
"I... I know, Sarah..." Bowie breathed as he devoured her neck in his kisses. "Ahh, S... Sarah-hhhhh...!"
"Uwaaaah...!" Sarah shivered, sitting up a little more to show her breasts to him again. "I feel like I'll come apart! Ooooh... please! More!"
"Agh...! Sarah...!" Bowie spoke back. "You're driving me just as crazy...!"
And she was. Catching sight of her bouncing breasts, Bowie pressed his lips to her left nipple once again, eliciting a squeaky cry from the elf. His left hand moved off of her behind (while his right hand did not) to touch her right breast. Sarah looked down at him, tongue out of her mouth as she watched him play with her chest.
"Bowie..." Sarah gasped, her breathing rapid. "Stop toying with me, please...!"
Bowie removed Sarah's left nip from her mouth to smile up at her.
"I'm sorry... ahh, I'm having too much fun... because of you...!"
"I'm... ahhhh! I'm not...!"
"What do I keep telling you?" Bowie told her almost sternly. "You're that great to me..."
He brought his left hand back to her back-end, almost smacking the plump cheek with his hand. Sarah yowled from the hand's impact on her rear end, responding by shoving Bowie as he was on the ground.
"Heeeeey!" Sarah whined. "Ohhhh...! Ahh, not so rough!"
"Sorry," Bowie groaned defensively. "Ahh, your behind just feels really nice..."
His fingers lovingly squeezed her rear as if to emphasize, and Sarah blushed madly from letting Bowie cop this feel on her.
"You... ahh..." Sarah shook her head, still rocking around on top. "Bowie... you only get to touch me back there because we're together, you know..."
"So you... believe me?" Bowie asked "That I wanna... ngh... be with you and... only you?"
"Of course I do, you big dumb human!" Sarah half-giggled, half-moaned. "We've... ahh! We've already gone too far to take it back now!"
"Good, because I... agh...! I want to end it inside you!"
Sarah gasped, mostly from Bowie hitting a sensitive spot, but it was also slightly out of pleasant surprise from Bowie's declaration.
"You sure? Ahh! You're...! Ooooh, Bowie... you're... you're talking about risking a child...!"
"It'd be worth it all... just to ensure I stay with you..."
"Bowie..."
Sarah's eyes were already watery, but as she leaned down to kiss Bowie yet again, happy tears spilled from her eyes as their passionate gait increased in pace as their lips glued together. Bowie felt her blue hair and her tears against his face as they kissed, as well as her slender hands on his toned, broad chest. He embraced her fully, moving his hands away from her buttocks and pulling his strong arms around her: one around her waist, the other on her back, with his hand to the back of Sarah's head. Sarah responded by slipping her arms around Bowie's neck, her eyes closed and flooding with joyful tears as their lips were locked. Her hand caressed Bowie's own blonde locks of hair in their embrace, as he stroked her own blue hair..
They continued on for about 10 minutes, but for them, all there was at the moment was them, alone in the meadow, lips locked, arms around each other, Sarah on top, together in body and soul. The passage of time was lost to them as, to the Hero of Granseal and his beloved elven beauty, they were experiencing an eternity of ecstasy. All that could be heard was skin against skin, muffled moans, and quiet smooching.
Their lips came apart, and Sarah's hands supported her up as she began to increase the pace, while Bowie equalled her speed with his own, his hands going back to her hips. Their moans built up, signifying their impending climax...
"Bowie!" Sarah cried, a sobbing mess from all the amazing feeling. "Bowie! Ahhhh! Bowie, ohhhh, I'm soooo close...!"
"Ahh...! Sarah!" Bowie growled, his breath rapid as his muscles started to convulse. "Me, too! Let's finish together!"
His fingers clamped down on Sarah's hips, ensuring that she would go nowhere and accept his seed into her womb.
"Yes!" Sarah screamed. "Bowie! Ohhhh, Bowie!"
"Sarah!" Bowie shouted. "I can't...! I can't-!"
Then Sarah slammed herself all the way down on Bowie's length, and...!
"BOWIE!"
"SARAH!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH...!"
Bowie's hands kept her down on his member as it pulsated inside of her, introducing his essence into her in the white-hot explosion of their loving act's culmination. He heard Sarah wailing to the sky above him as he felt her own fluids saturating his pelvis. Her toes were curled, and her fingernails were digging into his shoulders as the apex of their joining washed over her...
...and it was over. Exhausted, shaking, a sobbing wreck, Sarah fell forward, her head impacting Bowie's hardened chest. Bowie grunted in slight exertion from this, but sighed, noting how completely depleted she looked.
"I..." Sarah wheezed, her breath having left her as she attempted to speak between inhales and exhales. "Bowie... I've... never felt... that good..."
"Sarah..." panted Bowie, speaking windedly himself. "It was... better than I ever dreamed..."
"I'll... ahh..." Sarah exhaled, her respirations more heavy than Bowie's. "Bowie, I'll never... ever... forget this..." She smiled. "That you... that you'd care for me... that much..."
"You mean... you mean too much to me, Sarah..." Bowie told her, his gaze lost in hers as he smiled, telling her the three words he should've said from the beginning.
"I love you."
Sarah began to exhaustedly sob openly now, but the smile on her face indicated how gleeful her tears were.
"Bowie, I..." She let out a slight hiccup before continuing, her voice trembling. "I love you, too... I always have." She wiped her tears, her smile crooked, but there. "This has to be... I just... I'm the luckiest girl alive..."
"I'm just lucky to have you..." Bowie replied, sighing in bliss. "You're the best friend... healer... and lover I ever could've hoped to find in life. And I'll stay with you... forever from now on."
"Oh, Bowie... stop making me cry..."
"Sarah..."
Bowie pulled her forward, and their lips contacted once more as they rolled to the side. Bowie felt his flaccid manhood disconnect with Sarah's leaking womanhood as they moved, encasing one another in the safety of their embrace. And this time, Bowie let tears fall from his eyes as their lips stayed together.
Never in his life had Bowie wanted a moment to last forever. But he had found such a moment at long last...
Back at Granseal Castle...
The argument had now escalated. But now it had changed from a debate on who would kiss Elis to a very heated quarrel about race. And Slade was getting the brunt of it.
Obviously, Jaha was still extremely ticked on what Slade had said earlier about how a human would be the best choice to kiss her. He attempted to defend and say that it wasn't that, but that someone who had spoken to her personally should be allowed to kiss her. The race thing was simply him surmising that Elis might have a 'preference.' But that backfired as May and Kazin came under the assumption that a centaur or an elf wasn't good enough either. Peter and Luke attempted to defend Slade, but they too ended up being accused of siding with someone who thought so little of them. Chester was choosing to stay out of it, as he wanted as little to do with it. The other members of the Force were also keeping a distance.
A rather unimpressed Sir Astral was pinching the bridge of his nose as the squabble continued. His patience wearing thin, he proceeded to make his voice heard.
"Enough!"
Jaha, Kazin, Slade, Peter, Luke and May finally shut up, and developed a sudden interest in the carpet floor of the throne room.
"Obviously what Slade was alluding to was a misconception," he mused. "And it still matters little when we still have a sleeping princess and no method to arouse her from sleep."
The Force members apologized indistinctly.
'This is such an asinine disagreement,' King Granseal mumbled to himself. All he had wanted today was his daughter awake, not a petty difference of opinion on who should revive her.
"I am well aware of our predicament," Astral continued. "But we have no candidate to awaken our princess due to the fact that no one can agree on anything. I suppose, then, that we can only wait until she awakens naturally, as Mitula told us that Elis may require the kiss. Until then, we..."
"What is this discussion about a kiss for me?"
The whole throne room reacted with shouts of surprise as they looked up to the stairway left to King Granseal's throne: the beautiful Elis, dressed in her pink gown, hair brushed perfectly, emerald eyes and ruby lips... she did not seem as if she'd aged a day.
Behind her, the Minister ran up next to her, panting and breathless.
"Your Majesty! Sir Astral!" he coughed. "I fell asleep upstairs, and Elis walked past me! She is awoken at last!"
"How long has it been?" Elis inquired. "Was Zeon defeated? And where is King Galam? And Sir Bowie, and...?"
But her words were suddenly drowned out by an uproarious cheer of celebration as they welcomed her back to the world of the living. Her father was instantly upon her and pulling her into a hug as he became a sobbing mess. All Elis knew was confusion, but she quickly embraced her father as those present began to cheer for her long-awaited (and unexpected) revival...
Back at the meadow...
As Bowie and Sarah laid together amongst the flowers, still basking in the afterglow of their first time, they heard the humongous cheer from a few miles away. Though it confused them, it gave them the assumption that something good had happened...
"You think Elis woke up?" Bowie asked.
"Maybe..." Sarah replied. "I wouldn't have wanted her to sleep until she died, anyways..."
"Maybe Jaha got picked after all."
"I feel sorry for Karna, then. She thinks Jaha is cute..."
"Then maybe she woke up on her own."
"That sounds better. I've heard enough about heartbreak for today..."
Bowie kept her close, holding her close as if to protect her from unforeseen danger. He pressed his lips to her cheek.
"So... you wanna go back?" Bowie asked.
"Mmm..." Sarah wriggled in Bowie's arms as if to find a more comfortable position. "Nah... let's stay. At least for now."
"Agreed," Bowie replied, breathing a sigh of relief that told Sarah he hadn't wanted that. "I'm comfortable."
Bowie felt his nose touch Sarah's as they lay close. Sarah's auburn eyes were now big and pleading, which alerted Bowie to listen to her.
"Bowie..." Sarah whispered. "I'm so glad you came back..."
"I came back for you..." Bowie told her soothingly. "And I always will. From here on out."
Sarah was out of things to say, so when she realized she had no real reply to his promise, she accepted that she had no option of response except to give him the most heartfelt "thank you" she could. This was in the form of pushing her lips into his. He instantly accepted it. And they refused to let go.
Bowie smiled into the kiss.
He was glad he came back.
Finally!
If the fact that Bowie and Sarah were never an item ate away at you, then this lemon should at least make a good alternate ending to the people who were cheated out of it.
Well, that's all I have for now. Until next time, I'll be seeing you!
Sky-Kaiser out.
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