Blush

Quick disclaimer-I do not own these characters, and I don't claim to.
Nor have I played through the entire game yet, so Mirage's personality may be off slightly
But Cliff is such a smexy beast I had to get this out before my fangirl brain exploded :3
I don't like their choice in voice actors for him, though. I can't decide if he sounds like rambo or Kronk from the Emporers New Groove.
But that's ok, we forgive him because he's nice-looking :3


Mirage leaned back in her seat unit and sighed. How long ahd it been since Cliff and young Fayt Linegod were taken? She'd lost count of the hours and days.

~It must be the planets' atmosphere..~ she thought, ~I've never lost track of time before.~ She sat up, shaking her head and smiling to herself. That Cliff...no doubt he'd long since lost track of the time. Perhaps his carefree attitude was finally rubbing off on her.

She checked her surroundings on the monitor one last time. Nervous cityfolk milled around the Eagle still, and now she was heavily guarded by what boasted to be Ariglyphs most elite knight force. She chuckled, remembering how, a few hours prior, they had brought inventors to the ship in an attempt to dismantle it. They'd failed miserably, baffled at the construction.

Her daily duties now done unless Quark contacted her, Mirage shut the monitor off and sat back once more. An idea crossed her mind and she quickly sat up.

"Computer," the inner console of the ship beeped, recognizing the command, "set up training program fifteen, difficulty seventy-five. Initiate One-on-one battle replication, opponent randomly chosen." She commanded, her voice clear and crisp. The console beeped again, processing her order. A slot opened up in the side of her chair, and she pulled out a small LED light attached to a wire and pressed it to her temple. The light began to blink, connecting itself to her brain waves, and she shut her eyes, allowing the program to initiate itself inside her mind.

It had been years since she used the training program. Cliff often used it on long journeys, but she preferred real sparring and battles to simulated. The program was top of the line; the senors in the LED device could trick the brain into feeling the pain recieved during training

She opened her eyes again, now inside of a white and grey room. A hazy figure stood in front of her, and she raised her head to see their face as the program finished loading, allowing her 'eyes' to focus. Her eyebrows twitched ever-so-slightly as Cliff's cocky grin came into crisp view. She sighed and shut her eyes, smiling softly. Cliff must've programmed himself into the program to test his skill against someone of equal strength.

"Well, I guess I should begin.." she said, going into stance. Training programs were always hand-to-hand, Klausians took more pride in will and strength fighting rather than weaponry. 'Cliff' responded by going into stance himself.

A moment passed, both completely still and silent. Mirage saw one of his muscles twitch in anticipation of an attack, and took that as incentive for move. Just as he charged towards her, she dropped to the ground and swung her leg out in a sweep kick, knocking him off of his feet and onto the ground. He let out a surprised "woah!' as he fell, but quickly flipped himself back up to his feet. Without hesitation he was after her again, throwing short, measured punches at her. She blocked them, but failed to notice his feint and was hit with a powerful uppercut. She went flying backwards through the air, and landed on her back.

In the ship, still peacefully seated, her body jerked, feeling the impact of both his fists and the fall to the virtual ground.

"What's the matter? You're not fighting like you usually do. Feeling sick?" Cliff asked, shifting his weight onto one leg. He stood over her, gazing down. As she looked up at him, she felt her cheeks flush. She flipped herself backwards and landed in a cat-like crouch before springing up and launching herself at him. Fury bubbled within her chest, angry at herself for showing even a scant bit of weakness during a battle.

It must be a side-effect of logging on to the simulation, for never before had she noticed how.....enticing.....Cliff's body was. His fighting, although more brute strength than technique, was fluid, almost graceful. His towering over her had made her feel weak.....powerless........feminine.

She hand sprung herself up, her legs latching on around his neck, and catapulted herself up. Her cheeks flushing once again as she realized that their current position was rather comprimising, she swung herself around on his shoulders and flung herself backwards, flipping him over. She gracefully cartwheeled herself back up as he hit the ground and went back into stance.

Her eyebrows twitched again, (the only emotion she'd guiltlessly show her opponent) at him, as he was rising slowly, as if the fall really had hurt him.
"Geez, what's got you angry all of a sudden? I've only seen you use that move on enemies going for blood." Cliff winced, rubbing his forehead. Mirage's face gave away her confusion. It was like she were sparring with the real Cliff instead of a virtual recreation.

"I won't go easy on you." she stated, running and launching a spinning kick towards his face.

"Atta girl," he grinned, catching her kick in his hand, "that's what I like to hear." He threw her leg to the side, and she had only a moment to catch her balance before Cliff had her locked in a bear hug from behind. The feminine feeling washed over her again, and her heart began to beat so hard she was sure he could feel it thudding through her chest.

"Although I must admit, your fighting is a little more lax than usual. Normally you'd have me plowed over five times by now." Cliff said into her ear, his voice tinged with amusement. His hold on her pinned her arms tightly to her sides.

Mirages eyes widened Damn! She'd forgotton the simulator had a timer! Although only she'd know the results after the program had completed, her pride as a Klausian and daughter of a dojo sensei would be sorely bruised. She began to assess the situation as quickly as possible to complete the level. The hold itself was easy to break. All she had to do was redirect her strength into her arms and...

"Damn, Mirage.." Cliff suddenly said, his voice low and husky. Mirage's precise calculation broke off at the tone of his voice, and the feel of his body which pressed closer to her.

~Damn it!~ the prideful side of her screamed, ~why are you suddenly affecting me like this?!~ Her body was beginning to tremble, her knees suddenly feeling like water. He nuzzled her hair, inhaling deeply, his pin becoming more of an embrace. Mirage became aware of something slowly becoming hard against her back. The feelings of desire were forgien to her, and she impulsively felt something she could only identify as fright. She finally managed to find the strength to break free of his hold.

"Let go.." she said, meaning a demand, but her voice coming out weak and trembling. She had only a small moment to regain any composure before Cliff embraced her again, kissing her intensely. One hand held the small of her back, pinning her to his body, the other touched her jaw. She logically felt that she should flee, but found herself instinctually moulding herself to his body, kissing him back. Hands placed against his chest that were meant to propel herself away from him clenched, gripping the fabric of his shirt, locking him against her.

The hand he held against her face drifted down(as most men's hands do), and over a breast. She shivered, letting go of his shirt and sliding her hands up, bringing her arms around his neck. This seemed to edge him on farther, and he slouched down to match her height better. She blushed again, for the act thrust his hips against hers, his length coming achingly close to her sensitive area. Her cheeks grew pink once more. Realizing where all this was going (perhaps it was logic attempting to fight one last time), Mirage jolted herself out of the spell of his kiss and opened her eyes. To the horror of her pride, his eyes were halfway open; he'd been watching her! He'd seen her blush! She broke the kiss with a gasp, the one feminine emotion she swore never to show anyone now revealed to he, her partner on the Eagle and Quark. She attempted to pull away, but he held her fast. ~This damn simulation!~

"Computer, end.." Mirage began, but Cliff silenced her with another kiss. Fear tinged her desire, but then was quickly replaced by other emotions. He pushed her jacket off and slowly unzipped her shirt.

"I'm not letting you go yet..." he said in a low voice, sliding her shirt from her arms. It fell to the ground by her feet. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Cliff had possibly changed program numbers in the simulation, and she'd unknowingly stumbled across a private simulation. The thought was driven from her mind, for such a program was impossible to be had in a battle simulator. But then, what was happening? Was it a glitch? A virus? She pushed her hands against him, trying to keep herself upright despite her weaking knees, but the feel of sinewy muscle beneath her hands only served to weaken her farther. ~Ah....I'll think later...~she thought, very unlike herself.

Cliff groaned softly as she mimicked his movements and unzipped his shirt. Her face was once more a mask of peace and calculation, but her eyes gave away her interest, and her flushed cheeks gave away her emotions. She ran her hands across his abdomen gingerly, as if checking for injury. She then slid her hands around his sides and up to his shoulders. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the smooth skin; most Klausians were battle-torn, their skin rough or scarred. His was perfect, and the expression of surpressed control flickering upon his face caused her to exhale a trembling sigh.

He began fumbling with the clasps and zippers of her belt and shorts, his own hands shaking. This gave her confidence, for he was feeling as she was. As her shorts slipped from her hips, she reached up and kissed his neck. He moaned softly, more or less a sigh, and lifted her up, allowing the material to fall free of her. She kicked her shoes off as he did, and pushed his shirt off as he set her down. She experimentally kissed his chest, nipping here and there, when suddenly a frenzy suddenly overtook both of them and they began to hurry as if they were running out of time. Her stockings and his chaps and pants went next.

She felt a surge of embarassment, for men usually liked to inspect their women in such a state of submission before continuing, as if to instate their dominance over them. It was an age-old tradition, a show to let the woman know he was in control of her. However, Cliff just continued to kiss her, not stopping to look or dominate over her, instead pushing her to the ground enough for her to lean, and he to kneel over her.

His hands roamed freely over her breasts and he broke their kiss to trail down her neck and latch onto a nipple. One of his hands stroked the other breast while the other held him steady. Mirage groaned then, threading her fingers through his hair. Want pooled in her stomach and a fire lit below that. The feeling of need began to overpower her to a painful point, so she continued her descent back, pulling him over her as she went. Cliff traced his kisses and nibbles back up her neck and she sighed. Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his back, and she unconciously bent one knee. He seemed to notice the movement though, and the hand massaging her breast moved lower, finding its way to her mons veneris. He kissed her intensely once more, his middle finger finding the most sensitive spot of that area and pressing it. She gasped into his mouth, her body instinctively jerking upwards with the electric feeling she recieved from the touch. He ground the heel of his palm into the nub while his middle and ring finger probed into her. He thrust them in hard, recieving a tiny moan from her, and then withdrew them slowly, then repeated the same motion again. Her neck arched her head back, and her fingers dug into his shoulders at the sensation.

In the back of her mind, she dimly wondered why he was doing as such to her, and not she to him. Klausian men were unlike Terran men, and had stamina that outlast women. But then she remembered that this was a program, although an obviously faulty one.

She felt herself building up to climax, her stomach and groin coiling with a fire laced tenseness. "Cliff.." she breathed, clinging onto him.

He abruptly stopped, cold air suddenly greeting the parts he'd just been touching, calming her down as if she'd been placed in ice. Had the program realized the error and aborted itself? How embarassing! Her cheeks flushed as she lifted her head.

Her embarassment grew as she heard him chuckle above her, and she found he'd moved himself over her, hands on either side of her, watching her with a gentle expression, albeit still a cocky one.

"Will you let me continue, Mirage?" he asked, staring into her eyes. Now surprise played across her face once again. Most men just went ahead, right? But he was asking..

It MUST be the program...

"Yes." she said simply, placing her other leg farther to the side and bending it, inviting him with her body as well as her voice.

"I'm going to watch you, Mirage." Cliff said, lowering himself to his elbows, "I want to see how beautiful you look, like this."

Mirage blushed again. Watch her? What did he mean by that?

Her thought was interrupted as he slid himself over her body, the soft sensation of skin against skin sending shivers down her spine. He situated himself to match his body against hers, since he was a good five inches plus taller than her. He slid his arms underneath her sides, turning his hands to grip her shoulders from behind. He kissed her tenderly, her heart pounding in anticipation, and entered her in one thrust. His play from earlier made the task easy. There was a dull pain, her last experience had been years prior when she was but a curious teen, and she instinctively moved tried to move away, but Cliff's grip on her shoulders pushed her back, keeping them locked together. The pain was but fleeting, luckily, and she moaned lightly, the feeling of being complete was incredible.

She clung onto his back as he began to move, thrusting hard into her and pulling out slowly, as he had done with his fingers. She locked her legs around his waist to give him room for movement, and he groaned.

"Gods...you can't begin to realize how much I like that..." he managed to get out, his voice hoarse. With their height difference, he couldn't exactly reach her mouth to kiss her without fully withdrawing or changing positions, but instead licked and nibbled her ear, and kissed her temple. She moaned lightly, holding onto him tighter, her nails digging in and scratching him. Her clinging seemed to intice him, and his movements sped up.

Gods...if he kept doing this her stamina would give out long before he was even close. It was probably impossible, but she wanted to see him climax first. Her back arched, her body finding his pace and moving with it.

He suddenly rolled over and seated her on top of him, re-entering her roughly, but allowing her to set a pace instead of him. She felt akward for a moment, for he was still intently watching her, but the pleasure drove that away and she rocked her hips upon him, trying to set a pace at which he'd enjoy. Without warning he sat up, pressing her into his body, completely sheathed to the hilt inside of her, and they both rocked together. She moaned and tilted her head back, feeling him deeper than ever before inside of her, holding onto his shoulders as if she were afraid she would fall. From this position he could latch onto her breasts again, and he nibbled and sucked them hungrily, before she leaned down and cupped his face between her hands to kiss him madly. She felt she was growing close...gods it felt so wonderful...

He changed their position again, this time leaning on his hands instead of laying on her. She grabbed his buttocks and pressed him into her as hard as she could between his thrusts. Gods, he was going faster...she didn't think she could hold out much longer...

"Gods Mirage...I can't..." he choked, as she climaxed, crying out and raking her nails across his lower back. Her legs wrapped around his waist again, locking him against her tightly. She was dimly aware, within the moments of static unconciousness during climax that he was groaning loudly himself, driving short, hard thrusts into her body. He collapsed upon her, breathing heavily as she returned to herself. She felt content, her most intimate muscles still throbbing around him, as she realized she had managed to last his stamina. She grinned softly to herself, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and holding him close. He didn't move for several moments, and she wondered if he had fallen asleep, until she felt him let out a sigh. Much to her regret, he pulled out of her and rolled to the side to lay next to her. She blushed under his gentle gaze and his hand caressed her cheek.

"I'll see you later." he murmured, the program room suddenly darkening and going out of focus.

Mirage jolted out of the program with the panic that usually accompanies being startled out of slumber. She tore the LED device from her temple and leaned over in her chair, one hand against her still pounding heart. What had just happened? How long was she in the program? She sat up straight and began typing wildly into the console in front of her, searching for any glitches in the program, but the computer came up with none. She sat back, remembering all that had just transpired, her face suddenly growing hot with a blush once more.

"Mouu...enough!" she told herself, covering her face.

The morning dawned bright and sunny. Cliff exited his room in the Trading City of Peterny stretching his arms over his head. Nel was already up and out scouting around for information, and Fayt was sleeping in, as always. Ah well. He grinned smugly to himself. He'd left an embarassing mess in the room.

Cliff had developed a remote device to connect to the Eagle's battle simulation program through his comm device. Now that he, Fayt and Nel were roaming freely through the land and fighting soldiers and monsters, he hadn't needed it so much, but, just for fun, he thought he'd log onto the one on one program with an easy sim to kick the crap out of. Much to his surprise, Mirage logged onto the same program. What happened beyond the sparring was much unexpected, but not unwelcome.

He wondered if she realized he was really him, and not a sim. He shrugged to himself. He'd surely find out later.

She was naturally beautiful, but damn was she cute when she blushed..