Weekend Mini-Exchange
Well, since the 10-for-10 party got such a great response, I wanted to try another weekend event. So this time, we're doing a Mini-Exchange. The guidelines are under the cut -
( I do something for you, you do something for me... )
( I do something for you, you do something for me... )
“Runic!” She cried out, instantly absorbing the spell and reflecting it back before it could harm her. Given how many of their enemies used magic, Celes was often called in to nullify their strongest attacks. At one time or another, she had assisted each of her fellow Warriors in their fight against Chaos... and yes, it was “their” fight, not hers. She couldn't tell them that these petty skirmishes meant nothing to her. This was not her world or her war...
Celes was only here to save a single life.
In border wars and guerrilla fighting, she had seen that face and it at once made her heart sink and her stomach turn - Terra on that sick bastard's leash, her eyes dead and dull and crying out for death rather than enslavement. And yet, everyone told just her to wait for the right time, to save her strength for the coming battles.
They just didn't understand - they didn't have anyone on the other side in desperate need of rescue. Celes just couldn't stand by and let her friend suffer any longer. Maybe... maybe this time she could actually be someone's savior.
She plowed deep into Chaos' territory, deeper than any of them had been before. With every step forward, the world became all the more hostile - rocks cracked beneath her feet and grass gave way to shifting sands. But she kept marching, one foot in front of other. She had seen dead worlds before - it would take more than this to phase her.
The days stretched out behind her, so many had passed that she was sure none of her fellow Warriors would ever be able to find her at this point. Yet, Celes had accepted that fact. In sneaking away from the camp, she had taken up this duty with all the grace a fallen general could muster. When night came, she pitched her small tent (green with a little gold crown) and tried to find some warmth. While the dessert was intensely hot by day, it turned bitterly cold by nightfall. Bundled up in the few blankets she managed to pack, she was still left shivering. Just a little while longer... surely, she would locate Kefka's Tower....
Her consciousness quickly became a fickle thing, flitting in and out as every sound set her on edge and knocked her awake once again. With her ears pricked up, she could make up the sounds of a heavily armored person approaching, and immediately reached for her sword. To make it this far just to die in some Chaos ambush would make all of her work worthless. Hearing those steps come to a stop, Celes took a deep breath and rushed headlong out of the tent and into the moonlight.
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Bidding his weapons away, the Warrior of Light met her gaze with his own eternally steady one. “I've been tracking you since you left. I could not let you endanger yourself in this manner,” he explained simply, wholly honest and hiding nothing.
“I can handle myself,” Celes replied coolly, keeping their distance as if there was still whole continents separating them. As far as she was concerned, there might as well be.
“I have no doubt of that,” he replied, surprising her slightly. “But I have a duty to protect my fellow Warriors... and my friends, just as I know you do.”
Her eyes softened slightly, some of the tenseness leaving her body. However, a defensiveness remained as Celes inquired, “Are you going to drag me back to the Sanctuary? If so, you're just wasting your breath and your time - I either bring Terra back with me or I don't come back at all.” Another crazy, most likely fatal mission, but she remained unafraid.
As did the Warrior, casting his gaze out over the evening landscape. “I believe the front line can be held without us,” he began quietly, just hinting at his plan. Moving closer to her, he placed his hand over his chest as he vowed, “We'll bring her back, I promise you that. You can trust me to stand by your side until she is able to take my place.”
This time, he worked a smile from her. Casting her eyes to the road ahead, Celes promised in kind, “I'm going to hold you to that promise. You can trust me on that.”
(*sigh* I can't bring myself to think of the bitter ending waiting for this... Anyway, if this met your standards...)
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Request: Fic - Lightning in her Aya costume faced with Kain in a similarly casual ensemble.(See my crappy attempt at visualizing it. It was too much hotness for my out of practice art skills to to justice to it) Your choice as to what they do... but I think we both know where I would like things to go.
AP Chance: Kain is still getting used to the foreign concept of zippers and needs help getting out of those temptingly tight jeans...
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*settles in and waits with much eagerness*
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All the wonderful descriptions (using the word "stallion" to describe Kain in any capacity fills me with glee), the addition of crack, having WoL as Kain's wingman, the teasing, the unrepentant lust, the ending...
*curls up like the purring kitty she is* If you have any further requests of me, please, request away!
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He returned to Sanctuary a far more rumpled than when he had left. Once pristine jeans now sported a myriad of rips and tears, particularly the area covering his thighs. (Covering used in a very liberal sense of the word given how they were currently more holes than fabric. The fact that they remained intact was a testament to their divine origin.) His shirt was also far more worse for wear, missing a significant portion in the abdominal region. Even his hair was more disheveled, appearing to have been hastily pulled back in a messy ponytail with a simple black cord.
And yet, Kain could not look happier about the whole situation.
Coming to the Warrior's quarters, he gave a gentle knock to announce his presence. It was about the time when “late night” started to become “early morning,” so the man should just be waking up. Eventually Kain would sleep, but he would first do as promised. The door slid open for him, a rather capricious look on that normally stoic face. Noting his friend's current state, he had the feeling this would be quite the tale. “Please, come in.” The “before someone sees you” was subtly implied.
The dragoon took his seat with a sigh, immediately settling deep in the plush chairs Cosmos provided for them. Just a moment to rest before he started off simply, “The woman is as wild as a Coeurl.”
He nodded... and then asked, “What is a Coeurl?” While he did have a general idea based on context, the Warrior was still understandably curious about the term.
Normally, he might have been a little perturbed, but in his current blissful state, Kain chuckled before explaining, “A Coeurl is a very beautiful, but very dangerous creature. To compare a woman to one implicates a certain level of sexual appetite.” Without the use of excessive profanity, at the very least.
“Ah,” he replied, still unable to picture the creature but fairly certain that it suited Lightning. “So all went according to plan then?” Probably better than planned given the man's current state.
Kain began to spin his yarn then, recounting in vivid detail the encounter they had in the cave. Even if he did rewrite the portion regarding the zipper, not mentioning his own inadequacy at lowering it but rather describing it as, “So fervent was her lust that she worked these pants open with her own hands, unable to wait a single moment long than absolutely necessary.”
When he finally finished covering their intercourse, there was a long pause as the Warrior looked the blond over. There were several changes to his person not accounted for and it left the obvious question, “And then what happened?”
Ah, yes, the rest of the story.
“With my belt tight in her grasp, she commanded that I pull up my jeans and then kneel before her. If you had seen the gleam in her eyes, you would have obeyed as easily as I,” he began, having the feeling that the Warrior absolutely would have done the same. “She took that belt and bound my arms behind back, ensuring me that they would only get in the way. That's when the Blazefire Saber came out...”
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“So that explains the clothing, but what of your hair? You do not often wear it tied back.” There were occasions of course, but most of the time, Kain had it safely tucked inside his helmet.
With a light tug, the ponytail came undone, sending a cascade of dirty blond locks over his shoulders. Turning the cord towards the Warrior, he let the man take note of the silver pendant hanging from it. “Her own necklace,” the dragoon noted, that grin turning rather devious. “She noted that my hair would also get in the way. By this point I had my suspicions as to what would come next, given that her own pants were still on the cave floor.”
His friend seemed to share those suspicions with the way his body seemed to tense at thought. “Did she?” He asked, not daring to chance jinxing things by speaking explicitly.
A spark in those violet eyes gave the hint before Kain continued, “She did. With me bound and at her mercy, Lightning threaded her hand through my hair and bid me to imbibe.” That was a far more delicate paraphrasing compared to what had really happened - the l'Cie growling as she demanded that he eat her out. Barely a moment had passed between her uttering the command and him following through with relish.
And it seemed that the Warrior was able to easily picture the scene, there was a detail he desperately needed, “How did she taste?”
At that point, it was probably best to drop the subtleties. “She was delectable. The only thing better than the taste of her were the sounds. Every time I lanced my tongue inside of her soft folds or lapped over her sensitive little pearl, Lightning would let loose with the most addictive moans and squeals. With the way she rolled her hips and her legs shivered, it turned into a rather messy affair... a wonderful messy affair.” If he licked his painted lips, Kain was sure that he could still taste her, the memory just that fresh.
Sure that the Warrior was picturing the same thing, the blond thought it only fair to add an extra detail to the story, “After I was done with her and she had collapsed in my lap, we had a small discussion. You see, she wanted to know how I had acquired these garments and I obliged her.”
“And? What did she have to say about my assistance in your little game?” He inquired, interest still very much piqued.
With that wicked grin firmly in place, Kain passed on her message, “She wants to know if you could wear something similar when you join us on patrol tomorrow night.”
The next day when the Warrior walked the halls foregoing his armor for his black undershirt, there were a few more injuries and embarrassments to the unprepared, but only knowing smiles from Lightning and Kain...
(I knew you liked that kink so went with it. Apologies on pussy footing around the subject but it was just damn hard for me to imagine the two of them talking so explicitly about the subject. So some of the terminology may have been borrowed from poetic pillow books....
Also, I absolutely blame Ujyujyu for supplying the image for smoking hot half-dressed WoL)
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