The Truth Beyond the Dream (A Final Fantasy X/X-2 Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9: Ocean Soul

The bright, afternoon sun warmed the sand on Besaid shore where Trista lay snuggled against Vidina's bare, muscular chest, watching the ocean waves as they crashed in the distance. It wasn't the first time she had disobeyed her parents—in fact, it had become almost a regular occurrence, lately. So why did she feel so guilty about it this time? The last thing she wanted was to go to class and put up a façade. Everything had changed last night. Her life would never be the same.

"Hey, whatcha thinkin'?"

Lifting her head, she gazed into her boyfriend's big, brown eyes and smiled. He was so damn sexy. From the dimples on his cheeks to his perfectly gelled, ginger hair, everything about him made her melt. But, his smile—oh, his smile got her to do naughty things she didn't think she'd be ready to engage in a year ago. And if her father knew, he'd kill him. Especially since her father and her boyfriend's father, Wakka, had a strained relationship since before she was born. All she knew was it had something to do with her father joining the Goers and selling out.

"Tris?"

"Hmm...? Oh sorry, I just spaced out."

"I can tell." Vidina gave her his famous sexy smile and ran his thumb over her bottom lip, making her heart flutter. "I asked whatcha were thinkin'."

"Before or now?" She quirked a brow.

He chuckled, moving his fingers from her lips to the knot tying up her halter-top at the back of her neck. "You're thinkin' dirty thoughts, aren't ya?"

"Is this your weird way of seducing me?"

"Is it workin'?"

Why did he have to be so irresistible? "C'mon we can't do this here. It's the middle of the day on a public beach."

"That hasn't stopped us before," he reminded her in a playful tone while fumbling with the knot in her halter.

Trista grabbed his hand and gently guided it away from its task. "It was late at night in a much more secluded spot."

"I can always do like the last time and get us a room at an inn."

There were definitely perks of having a lover at the legal age of eighteen. It gave them options they otherwise wouldn't have. As much as she would love for him to bring her over the edge of ecstasy like he had done several times in the past few months, it wouldn't change what was ailing her at the moment. She had made the trip to Besaid for a reason. Yes, part of it was to spend time with Vidina, but mainly she wanted to practice summoning Leviathan. "I'll have to take a rain-check on that offer."

"Aww, c'mon babe," he groaned, tucking a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. "We've made out on the beach practically all mornin'. Ya got me really worked up."

The tent in his brightly-colored, beach shorts made his claim rather obvious. Normally, she wouldn't deny him some time in between the sheets—after all, she had become quite addicted in the art of making love to him—but this wasn't the time or place. She had more important things to attend to. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't come all this way for a booty-call."

Truthfully, she expected him to be irritated by her comment, but that wasn't the case. He looked almost wounded by her words, his face dropping along with the tent in his shorts. "I'm sorry if ya got the wrong impression. I'm not in dis just for sex. Y'know I love ya, right?"

"Is this some kind of guilt trip?" The moment those words left her lips she regretted them, realizing how insulting they had been. Judging from Vidina's sour expression, he wasn't about to give her the opportunity to apologize for them either. What was she thinking? She was just like her father. "Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just... I thought you were—I'm dealing with some heavy stuff and I'm not thinking clearly."