Kingdom Hearts, Leon/Aerith "Hero"
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I wrote smex. I really couldn't help myself, really. And it's not even good smex. In fact, I actually had to get up and leave my computer about halfway through I was so embarressed, before coming back to finish it. See? This is proof I should not be writing this stuff, but I just couldn't get this to leave my brain so you could say I was forced to write, held at gunpoint really. Yes.
And of course I have to post it because I'm incapable of keeping any kind of fic to myself, good or bad. So, yeah. Here it is. Send all therapy bills to gobantaichou who long ago prodded me to keep writing Leon/Aerith. ♥
Title: Hero
Series/Pairing: Kingdom Hearts II, Leon/Aerith
Rated: NC-17. It's not too graphic but they are definitely doing things children should probably not be reading about.
Notes: Geez, I'm not sure this even makes sense. It is what it is, I guess. BLATANT SMEX, in other words, with no hope of a plot. (Aerith, please forgive me for tarnishing your purity! *SHOT*)
Sweet Alure - Balligomingo [DOWNLOAD]
Hero
"Easy," he says, as she pushes him back against the covers, one delicate hand pressed lightly against the bandages around his chest. His voice is smooth, though, and with a hint of amusement so she doesn't stop but leans over, stealing a kiss. Her hair falls like a autumn curtain around them and he brushes a hand up through it to her face, calloused palm cupping her cheek as she smiles. She presses another kiss into his fingers and then moves his hand to the strap of her dress and pushes it down. He gets the hint.
It's dark in his room and their movements on the bed are soft and slow, catching the moonlight every now and then as clouds pass outside. Only an hour ago they had been sitting in the kitchen, Aerith wrapping Leon's nightly wounds while the kettle whistled on the stove. The security system had broken down in Radiant Garden and the Heartless were back, swarming in the shadows until Leon had told them all not to leave the house unless he was with them. Or Sora.
But Sora had not come to Radiant Garden in weeks, and Leon could not be everywhere. He tried though, oh how he tried, and paid for it with his own flesh and bone.
Letting her fingers drift down his abdomen, Aerith tries to reassure herself. There are deep claw marks down his right arm, from shoulder to elbow, but the bandages there are tight and the wound very clean. The gash in his stomach is not serious but it bleeds more than it should. A trifle, she tells herself, she'll just make more bandages. There's something like a stab wound in his left thigh and it's this one that worries her, so deep into the muscle there despite the thin entrance wound. After this she'll make him stay up while she cleans it again, just in case.
After this.
She doesn't know why, but tonight is different. She's seen him come home bleeding before and it has never affected her as it does now. Her heart is tight in her chest and she can't breathe properly. Every time she looks at him there's a burning in the back of her eyes, like tears that won't come though she blinks anyway. She hopes Leon doesn't notice it. He would only reassure her and then do the same thing tomorrow, and tonight... Tonight she can't bear that.
All her kisses are gentle and, straddling his hips, she makes sure not to lean anywhere it might cause him pain. Surprisingly, he lets her lead, watching with dark eyes as she unzips his pants and pushes them down until he can kick them off. She doesn't bother with her dress. On this night, she doesn't want to leave him for even a second. She has to be able to feel his body beneath her, his hands on her, or she thinks she might scream and cry both at once. And she can't, not that, not when he needs her so badly to be strong for him.
So she merely lifts herself over him, pulls her underwear to the side, and slides him in.
They both groan, and the throaty sound of Leon's voice is beautiful. Does he know how beautiful he is? Even with all the scars and temper and the moods, does he know that he is a hero? Aerith doesn't think he does. He has never thought much of himself because he never thinks of himself at all. Aerith does, however, maybe enough for both of them.
They move quietly at first, Aerith breathless, Leon's hands at her waist. Then she leans down to kiss him, a deep kiss that sends her head whirling, and suddenly the tempo changes. Leon's arms lock around her neck, bandages and all, and he turns them over so Aerith is on her back, long hair pooling against his pillow. She lifts a hand to his face and whimpers a little as he takes control, his lips dropping to the curve of her neck.
It's over quickly and Aerith is not disappointed. She's impressed he lasted as long as he did, as the tea she had given him earlier had more than just cinnamon in it. Collapsed on top of her, he is a warm, heavy weight she would gladly bear the rest of her life if he would only stay safe. Stay safe and whole and hers, in their tiny world of stone streets and ruined castles.
Her arms tighten around his shoulders and she takes a deep, shuddering breath near his ear, trying to hold all the pieces of herself together. It's not fair. It's not fair that Leon should have to give so much of himself for them. She fears the day she waits in the kitchen for him and he does not come, claimed by the black alleys, the perilously high bailey. She fears it because she knows she would go on without him, heartless herself.
"Aerith?"
The question comes softly, with a small rise on the end in concern. Leon pulls away a little, balancing himself on his good arm as he looks down at her, searching her face. Her eyebrows pull together.
"What?"
"You're crying." It's said as a statement of fact, but his face is confused and uncertain. His fingers smear the tears she didn't know where there from her cheek. "Are you...What's wrong?"
She can see what he's thinking, that he has somehow made a mistake, that he's hurt her. In the next moment he will pull away completely, shutting himself off, expression unreadable.
Aerith doesn't let him.
Winding her arms up around his neck, she pulls him close until there is not a breath of air between their bodies and their heartbeats are aligned. Her lips move against his jaw.
"I'm sorry," she says, and hurries on before he can misinterpret. "I just... I just think you're beautiful." She actually feels him color at her words, and she has to turn her face into his neck to keep from smiling.
There are a lot of things Aerith fears in that world, and a lot of things she loves. Somehow, Leon has become a part of all of those, until no matter where she turns, there he is.
And though she knows that makes it harder, she can't imagine it any other way
"Aerith?" His voice is muffled by her hair.
"Mmm?"
There's a pause and Leon shifts slightly in her embrace, languid and sleepy.
"What did you put in that tea?"
This time Aerith does smile and smooth a hand through his hair.
"It wasn't sugar," she answers.
End.
Excuse me while I go do 100 laps around the apartment building in penance.
I wrote smex. I really couldn't help myself, really. And it's not even good smex. In fact, I actually had to get up and leave my computer about halfway through I was so embarressed, before coming back to finish it. See? This is proof I should not be writing this stuff, but I just couldn't get this to leave my brain so you could say I was forced to write, held at gunpoint really. Yes.
And of course I have to post it because I'm incapable of keeping any kind of fic to myself, good or bad. So, yeah. Here it is. Send all therapy bills to gobantaichou who long ago prodded me to keep writing Leon/Aerith. ♥
Title: Hero
Series/Pairing: Kingdom Hearts II, Leon/Aerith
Rated: NC-17. It's not too graphic but they are definitely doing things children should probably not be reading about.
Notes: Geez, I'm not sure this even makes sense. It is what it is, I guess. BLATANT SMEX, in other words, with no hope of a plot. (Aerith, please forgive me for tarnishing your purity! *SHOT*)
Sweet Alure - Balligomingo [DOWNLOAD]
Hero
"Easy," he says, as she pushes him back against the covers, one delicate hand pressed lightly against the bandages around his chest. His voice is smooth, though, and with a hint of amusement so she doesn't stop but leans over, stealing a kiss. Her hair falls like a autumn curtain around them and he brushes a hand up through it to her face, calloused palm cupping her cheek as she smiles. She presses another kiss into his fingers and then moves his hand to the strap of her dress and pushes it down. He gets the hint.
It's dark in his room and their movements on the bed are soft and slow, catching the moonlight every now and then as clouds pass outside. Only an hour ago they had been sitting in the kitchen, Aerith wrapping Leon's nightly wounds while the kettle whistled on the stove. The security system had broken down in Radiant Garden and the Heartless were back, swarming in the shadows until Leon had told them all not to leave the house unless he was with them. Or Sora.
But Sora had not come to Radiant Garden in weeks, and Leon could not be everywhere. He tried though, oh how he tried, and paid for it with his own flesh and bone.
Letting her fingers drift down his abdomen, Aerith tries to reassure herself. There are deep claw marks down his right arm, from shoulder to elbow, but the bandages there are tight and the wound very clean. The gash in his stomach is not serious but it bleeds more than it should. A trifle, she tells herself, she'll just make more bandages. There's something like a stab wound in his left thigh and it's this one that worries her, so deep into the muscle there despite the thin entrance wound. After this she'll make him stay up while she cleans it again, just in case.
After this.
She doesn't know why, but tonight is different. She's seen him come home bleeding before and it has never affected her as it does now. Her heart is tight in her chest and she can't breathe properly. Every time she looks at him there's a burning in the back of her eyes, like tears that won't come though she blinks anyway. She hopes Leon doesn't notice it. He would only reassure her and then do the same thing tomorrow, and tonight... Tonight she can't bear that.
All her kisses are gentle and, straddling his hips, she makes sure not to lean anywhere it might cause him pain. Surprisingly, he lets her lead, watching with dark eyes as she unzips his pants and pushes them down until he can kick them off. She doesn't bother with her dress. On this night, she doesn't want to leave him for even a second. She has to be able to feel his body beneath her, his hands on her, or she thinks she might scream and cry both at once. And she can't, not that, not when he needs her so badly to be strong for him.
So she merely lifts herself over him, pulls her underwear to the side, and slides him in.
They both groan, and the throaty sound of Leon's voice is beautiful. Does he know how beautiful he is? Even with all the scars and temper and the moods, does he know that he is a hero? Aerith doesn't think he does. He has never thought much of himself because he never thinks of himself at all. Aerith does, however, maybe enough for both of them.
They move quietly at first, Aerith breathless, Leon's hands at her waist. Then she leans down to kiss him, a deep kiss that sends her head whirling, and suddenly the tempo changes. Leon's arms lock around her neck, bandages and all, and he turns them over so Aerith is on her back, long hair pooling against his pillow. She lifts a hand to his face and whimpers a little as he takes control, his lips dropping to the curve of her neck.
It's over quickly and Aerith is not disappointed. She's impressed he lasted as long as he did, as the tea she had given him earlier had more than just cinnamon in it. Collapsed on top of her, he is a warm, heavy weight she would gladly bear the rest of her life if he would only stay safe. Stay safe and whole and hers, in their tiny world of stone streets and ruined castles.
Her arms tighten around his shoulders and she takes a deep, shuddering breath near his ear, trying to hold all the pieces of herself together. It's not fair. It's not fair that Leon should have to give so much of himself for them. She fears the day she waits in the kitchen for him and he does not come, claimed by the black alleys, the perilously high bailey. She fears it because she knows she would go on without him, heartless herself.
"Aerith?"
The question comes softly, with a small rise on the end in concern. Leon pulls away a little, balancing himself on his good arm as he looks down at her, searching her face. Her eyebrows pull together.
"What?"
"You're crying." It's said as a statement of fact, but his face is confused and uncertain. His fingers smear the tears she didn't know where there from her cheek. "Are you...What's wrong?"
She can see what he's thinking, that he has somehow made a mistake, that he's hurt her. In the next moment he will pull away completely, shutting himself off, expression unreadable.
Aerith doesn't let him.
Winding her arms up around his neck, she pulls him close until there is not a breath of air between their bodies and their heartbeats are aligned. Her lips move against his jaw.
"I'm sorry," she says, and hurries on before he can misinterpret. "I just... I just think you're beautiful." She actually feels him color at her words, and she has to turn her face into his neck to keep from smiling.
There are a lot of things Aerith fears in that world, and a lot of things she loves. Somehow, Leon has become a part of all of those, until no matter where she turns, there he is.
And though she knows that makes it harder, she can't imagine it any other way
"Aerith?" His voice is muffled by her hair.
"Mmm?"
There's a pause and Leon shifts slightly in her embrace, languid and sleepy.
"What did you put in that tea?"
This time Aerith does smile and smooth a hand through his hair.
"It wasn't sugar," she answers.
End.
Excuse me while I go do 100 laps around the apartment building in penance.