Jihl's Perfect Tool - Final Fantasy XIII; Jihl/Vanille
Fandom: FFXIII
Pairing: Jihl/Vanille and brief, brief mention of Fang/Vanille.
Rating: M - some sexual situations, but nothing too graphic.
Prompt: Precious/Seclusion
Word Count: 400
Note: Been meaning to write a drabble about Vanille ever since I got tired of the C'ieth stone missions and let the game gather dust on my bookshelf. Because Jihl seems like a sexy potential mistress (especially with her police baton), and because the pairing rhymes (weirdly enough), I chose to set this drabble loosely around the capture of Sazh and Vanille in Eden. *Insert evil cackle here*
Also, the precious part of the prompt is sort of weird and two-fold: firstly because Vanille is a "precious" tool to Jihl (which is implied), and also threw in the word precious to describe the Fang/Vanille relationship. Hope that makes sense. It might not - as I'm really medicated thanks to moving kicking up dust and inciting my rather nasty allergies.
“Do be careful with those... For every task, there is a perfect tool.”
That is what the Lieutenant Colonel said, though surely none of her inferiors guessed the true intent behind her words. Yes, she captured Sazh and the girl to bait the other l'Cie. However, as said l'Cie were taking their sweet time in rescuing their friends, Jihl Nabaat didn't see any problem with some personal time with her tools.
First she approached Vanille. The girl was curled in her cell, weeping openly. Jihl informed Vanille she had been separated from Sazh for her own safety. “Do you really think he'll let you live after what you did to his son?” But Vanille figured she was trying to pit them against each other again. Not once did she suspect that Jihl had an ulterior (and very personal) motive for Vanille's seclusion.
“Still crying, I see.” Jihl bent down to peer into tear-filled eyes. Vanille turned her head. “Do all l'Cie feel remorse?”
“I don't understand you. We're still human. We still have feelings - just like you.”
She chuckled. Poor, naïve girl. Olive eyes swept along Vanille's prisoner robes, noticing with a pang of disappointment that the fabric concealed most of the creamy skin the girl had been so eager to display before. Gran Pulse must have been a very hot place. Jihl found herself longing to discover what else the robes hid. Intelligence suggested Vanille had a l'Cie brand on her left thigh. She wanted to see it for herself.
“W-what are you doing?” the girl squeaked as Jihl's baton snaked underneath her clothing.
“You said you have feelings, like humans. I wonder... what other similarities you have.”
Vanille fell backward when the baton parted her robes, revealing her usually insufficient outfit. She squeezed her eyes shut to escape Jihl's piercing gaze. The baton's tip lightly stroked her left thigh, lifting the skirt enough to reveal the advanced brand formed there.
“Not bad, for a l'Cie.” The mark glowed white, as if reacting to the touch. “Does your precious Fang know how little time you have left?”
She tried not think about her partner - Jihl mentioned her deliberately, to get under her skin.
Jihl smirked. The baton now moved between Vanille's firm breasts. “Will you spend that time with me? I am so curious about you l'Cie.”