Final Fantasy IX, Steiner/Garnet, m'lady
“Steiner, are you all right?” Garnet asks, her voice is as gentle as a pond ripple. In thoughts he would rather not think, her voice can also be high and needy. A series of breaths rather than words.
“A-um! Nothing, my Queen.” He turns away from her, if he looks he'll see his dream vividly. Her under and wrapped around him, Zidane cast off, defeated in a corner.
“Steiner, I'm starting to think you need a vacation.”
“Nonsense! Protecting you is such a pleasure it's hardly work.” He is finding it hard to ignore her perfume. With trouble he pushes back the bittersweet scent that lies between pearlescent thighs.
“Have you ever considered the Black Mage Village? They turned it into a resort. They even have a magically made beach.” Garnet cocks her head, her eyes squint at him in concern.
Steiners armor, which was already becoming uncomfortable feels like a steel warehouse in the dessert.
“Are you well?” Garnet is about to take his temperature but he rushes off, screaming. He dares not to imagine skin softer than a chocobo feather. He dares harder not to put all the pieces together or that she's as warm and tight as. . .dare he quote a line from the play Tantulus performed last week? Apple Pie. In his wet dream her slit even tastes like cinnamon.
“Steiner.”
The Knight of Pluto jumps as high as his heavy armor allows.
“B-Beatrix.” He sputters.
“Queen Garnet sent me to check up on you. You shouldn't worry her.”
“I- Please tell the Queen I resign!”
“Resign?!” Beatrix grabs him by the shoulders before he can run off wailing.
“Steiner, what can make you do such a thing?!”
“I. . .”
“Answer me, please.”
“I can't!” He broke into confused tears.
“Of course you can.”
“But it's a dishonorable thing! The thing I dreamed about. Why, I'm no different than that monkey-tailed scoundrel.”
“Steiner, whatever it is, I won't judge you or tell anyone.”
“I-” He paused. He didn't know if he could so much as whisper it aloud. Finally, with a momentum of courage- or was it Beatrix's grip tightening?- he spilled.
“I had a dream that I pushed Zidane away and did perverse things to the Queen!”
“That's all?”
But Steiner sputtered on. “I am a terrible, vile knight! No longer is the Queen safe in my keep-”
“Steiner!” The lady knight shouted for his attention. “It was just a dream, right?”
“Yes. But who knows now what I'll-!”
“Dreams are not blunt like real life. They carry symbols of how our lives are when we are awake and the weight of our emotions escalate in them.” She stared him straight in the eye, careful not to let him gon on a blathering fit. “Don't you think your dream is about how Zidane has threatened your pedestool as the Queen's protector. You don't want to let her go, do you?” She smiled softly. “You're like a father.”
The brunette was relieved to see him calm down and released him. “Come.” She gestured. “Apologize to the Queen. She's worried about you.