a night to not remember
ffxii
title: a night to not remember
rating: light r for suggestiveness & bad curse words.
genre: light ridiculous humour & candor & sexy gabby.
characters: gabranth, oc
note: been awhile since i wrote anything...at all!!
so i'm doing this because i miss gabranth and ffxii.
Clink. Clang. Clink. Clang.
He grit his teeth. The noise was thundering. Noisy, irritable, grating on his last nerve.
Fuck it. He couldn't even utter a single word. Not one. Not when his head was thundering like a sonofaleynir's arse. Clink. Clang.
Where was that noise? Where's it coming from?
He raised his shaking fingers towards his forehead, to touch between his eyes, where the noble bridge of his nose needed assistance.
uuhhhhh
That was his voice. His lips were parched, and his eyes watered as he tried to blink back the tears.
He felt the bed dip. He was in a bed? Aye. Aye. That's about right. Last eve, there was her. Her in curvy shapes. Curves and...nay. Nay. She didn't have curves. Well. He laughed to himself, despite his head-aching. She had curves above the waist. Ah yes. And her behind wasn't too bad either.
Gabranth!
The voice was right next to his ear.
Mmmmmmhhh?
Gabranth!
There was that irritating voice. It sounded so much sweeter last night. Under the dark sky. Under the influence. It was what it was. He had to drink himself to a terrible stupor to finally escape the inevitable.
I heard you the first time.
He thought that he was still dreaming but she pinched him.
PINCHED HIM!
And if he wasn't so disgusted with himself this morning, he would have taken the bait. Felt her hips, her thighs straddling him.
Uhhhhh
And I thought you magisters were supposed to be above all this.
He can feel her slender fingers tracing his jaw, where there was about a day's growth there. He wagered that he could lift her slender hips up and set her away from him.
Clink. Clang
Where? Who?
Leave me be, hume woman!
Not until I get paid!
He opened his eyes, slowly. He could see her now, the blurriness starting to clear. Long silver hair haloing her breasts, the long slenderness of her torso emphasising the shapely hips. She had the longest set of ears. He was horrified. He never thought he'd actually mate with anything other than hume variety. He just wasn't exposed to such in the academy nor in his youth. Was he extremely under the influence to actually...?
But her body felt so good.
How much?
She sent him a delicious smile, baring white sharp teeth. Dimples.
For you? She raised her slender finger, tapping the long nail against her dark skin.
If you do something for me, it'll be payment enough. She must have noticed the perplexed look on his face for she immediately countered: Nay, nothing too much. I only ask that you accompany me to the woods, my home. The viera village.
It must have been a grand lay.
He didn't mean to sound too sarcastic, because her expression looked instantly hurt. Pained.
Then you will not?
Fine.
He nodded. With an added slap on her behind. Now get thee off, so that I may get back to work. Let me know when this will occur.
She giggled. Oh Gabranth. Beautiful, noble Magister. She reached out as she lifted her body off him. Her hand softly grazing down his naked arm. Today.
He grunted. But his eyes searched for his uniform.
Where?
The viera flipped her long silver mane. My sister is wearing it right outside.
The gods are toying with me, Gabranth thought with displayed irritability.
I take it that is where the noise comes from?
She nodded. Brushed her hair with with long nails. She was naked from the torso up, nipples dark pink and the blush seemed to ripen the rest of her skin to a dark rosy hue. He had to keep himself in check. Even if his groin wanted to repeat the performance. Control, Gabranth. Control.
May I have my uniform back?
She smiled wide. Of course.
He listened as she called her sister. He sat back down, noticed that he was naked and did not want the sister to see him this way. Quickly, taking a sheet, it was immediately placed over his loins. Sighing, he felt at least the head-aching part was disappearing slowly.
A viera and a magister. Unheard of.
Fuck. Gabranth. Chaos is really not your cup of tea. What next? Flying through the air with pirates? Or bedding princesses from Rozarria? Uhhhh. That would not do.
Not at all.
title: a night to not remember
rating: light r for suggestiveness & bad curse words.
genre: light ridiculous humour & candor & sexy gabby.
characters: gabranth, oc
note: been awhile since i wrote anything...at all!!
so i'm doing this because i miss gabranth and ffxii.
Clink. Clang. Clink. Clang.
He grit his teeth. The noise was thundering. Noisy, irritable, grating on his last nerve.
Fuck it. He couldn't even utter a single word. Not one. Not when his head was thundering like a sonofaleynir's arse. Clink. Clang.
Where was that noise? Where's it coming from?
He raised his shaking fingers towards his forehead, to touch between his eyes, where the noble bridge of his nose needed assistance.
uuhhhhh
That was his voice. His lips were parched, and his eyes watered as he tried to blink back the tears.
He felt the bed dip. He was in a bed? Aye. Aye. That's about right. Last eve, there was her. Her in curvy shapes. Curves and...nay. Nay. She didn't have curves. Well. He laughed to himself, despite his head-aching. She had curves above the waist. Ah yes. And her behind wasn't too bad either.
Gabranth!
The voice was right next to his ear.
Mmmmmmhhh?
Gabranth!
There was that irritating voice. It sounded so much sweeter last night. Under the dark sky. Under the influence. It was what it was. He had to drink himself to a terrible stupor to finally escape the inevitable.
I heard you the first time.
He thought that he was still dreaming but she pinched him.
PINCHED HIM!
And if he wasn't so disgusted with himself this morning, he would have taken the bait. Felt her hips, her thighs straddling him.
Uhhhhh
And I thought you magisters were supposed to be above all this.
He can feel her slender fingers tracing his jaw, where there was about a day's growth there. He wagered that he could lift her slender hips up and set her away from him.
Clink. Clang
Where? Who?
Leave me be, hume woman!
Not until I get paid!
He opened his eyes, slowly. He could see her now, the blurriness starting to clear. Long silver hair haloing her breasts, the long slenderness of her torso emphasising the shapely hips. She had the longest set of ears. He was horrified. He never thought he'd actually mate with anything other than hume variety. He just wasn't exposed to such in the academy nor in his youth. Was he extremely under the influence to actually...?
But her body felt so good.
How much?
She sent him a delicious smile, baring white sharp teeth. Dimples.
For you? She raised her slender finger, tapping the long nail against her dark skin.
If you do something for me, it'll be payment enough. She must have noticed the perplexed look on his face for she immediately countered: Nay, nothing too much. I only ask that you accompany me to the woods, my home. The viera village.
It must have been a grand lay.
He didn't mean to sound too sarcastic, because her expression looked instantly hurt. Pained.
Then you will not?
Fine.
He nodded. With an added slap on her behind. Now get thee off, so that I may get back to work. Let me know when this will occur.
She giggled. Oh Gabranth. Beautiful, noble Magister. She reached out as she lifted her body off him. Her hand softly grazing down his naked arm. Today.
He grunted. But his eyes searched for his uniform.
Where?
The viera flipped her long silver mane. My sister is wearing it right outside.
The gods are toying with me, Gabranth thought with displayed irritability.
I take it that is where the noise comes from?
She nodded. Brushed her hair with with long nails. She was naked from the torso up, nipples dark pink and the blush seemed to ripen the rest of her skin to a dark rosy hue. He had to keep himself in check. Even if his groin wanted to repeat the performance. Control, Gabranth. Control.
May I have my uniform back?
She smiled wide. Of course.
He listened as she called her sister. He sat back down, noticed that he was naked and did not want the sister to see him this way. Quickly, taking a sheet, it was immediately placed over his loins. Sighing, he felt at least the head-aching part was disappearing slowly.
A viera and a magister. Unheard of.
Fuck. Gabranth. Chaos is really not your cup of tea. What next? Flying through the air with pirates? Or bedding princesses from Rozarria? Uhhhh. That would not do.
Not at all.