FFXII Fic: Sexual Politics Part 1/3, (Larsa/Penelo)
For the latest birthday girl on LJ, kilraaj! Because obviously, nothing could serve a fandom birthday better than putting a character you enjoy through some really humiliating circumstances. ;) And though this particular part isn't for our fic-exchange, you can see that part hopefully soon. In any case, I do hope you enjoy!
Also, I have to shunt over some bla-- er, credit to the always influential mithrigil. After all, she was the first to agree with my crazed ideas on how the encounter detailed here would likely go... ::whistles::
And comments, corrections and criticism are, as always, completely welcome and loved! After all, a little encouragement never fails to add a bit of inspiration...
Title: Sexual Politics, Part 1 of 3 [ Part 2, Part 3]
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Series: The Uses of Enchantment
Characters/Pairings: Larsa/Penelo
Rating: R, Non-Explicit Sex
Summary: Or why it's best to be prepared beforehand. The inevitable 'first time' fic for Larsa and Penelo.
Note: Takes place about six years post-game. Please note that all participants are over the age of consent.
Even when it felt like all the world was falling to pieces around her, there were a few things that Penelo always counted on to occur.
Ever since she’d been a little girl, she had known that she'd always have her best friend Vaan standing at her back, ready to help her tackle the world whenever she needed it. Ever since her parents and brother had died due to plague and war, she had always known that at least she had proved strong enough to survive and had to continue on to prove that their lives had mattered after all. Ever since she had decided to become a sky pirate (which was, after all, less a profession than a particularly hazardous lifestyle choice), she had known that she was giving up her chance to be a normal woman or mother or bride for a while, forsaking all the normal choices offered to those of her lot for the freedom of the fierce skies.
But even more than all of those experiences, she had always known that when she first fell in love with the man of her dreams, their first time together weaving their flesh into one would be perfect. They wouldn't have to worry about mundane things like putting on birth control (thank god for herbal remedies) or meddlesome in-laws (because she was an orphan and it figured that he’d be as well) or premature ejaculation (because their love would just be that strong.) Theirs would be a love that would surely stand strong in front of whatever obstacles would come across them, no matter how vast or terrible!
That the perfect man of her dreams that she was now planning to weave her flesh into one with turned out to be someone who she had known before he had even had a full load of hormones was a bit of a deviation to her plan, true. And the fact that he was the emperor of a vast nation while she was… something less than that was also a formidable obstacle on their path to a happy ending. But still. Their love was pure! Vast! Epic! Powerful! The sort of thing that could overcome all possible barriers and blockades and flaws!
And so she did not worry much when, after almost two years of the closest thing to a courtship she had ever experienced, she and Larsa finally managed to make it to a bed. They had made it and he, with his constant, clever mind and cunning stratagems, had made sure that the first half of their evening together been fantastic and romantic and everything she had ever dreamed of as a child watching the princess of her kingdom marry a prince in order to unite the hopes of two nations. There had been dozens of scattered rose petals to lead their way to his private chambers in his near deserted family manse. There had been sweet little candles surrounding the bed he had led her to, soft, bright lights that had highlighted his tall, lean frame quite beautifully as he had finally shed his clothes for her view. And finally, there had been loose silk sheets to cradle their twined bodies together once they fell upon that very same bed, their forms melding into a unity of heart and soul as was always meant to be.
In short, there had been the promise of endless perfection in his arms... which had shattered quite neatly once they actually gotten active in bed.
Because instead of the smooth, tender kisses she had expected, Penelo mostly found awkward lunges that shot for her lips and ended up embedded in her nostrils. Instead of sweet nothings whispered in her ear, Larsa had spent most of his time apologizing profusely, going glassy-eyed at her when she took off another article of clothing and swearing under his breath when she poked him off of another tender part of her body. Instead of seductive clinches, she found fumbled caresses that ended up pulling her hair, embraces that sent stray (and very sharp, damn it) elbows crashing into her ribs, and flailing hugs that hit her so hard she knew she’d have an interesting pattern of bruises to explain away to Vaan the day after.
And instead of hours of cataclysmic copulation, Larsa had just turned bright red about three minutes after actual penetration (once they managed to even achieve that and he finally stopped stabbing into her blindly), mumbled an apology into her neck and collapsed on top of her with a groan of completion that left Penelo sticky and unsatisfied and nearly catatonic in the aftermath, trying to figure out just why something that had seemed so right turned out to be so… god-awfully wrong.
After all, their first time together had pretty much revived every last bit of hopeless teenage sex that she had already gone through before and never particularly wanted to revisit again and it just... it simply failed to make any sense at all in the mostly silent and, needless to say, extremely awkward aftermath.
Because Larsa was the goddamned emperor of Archadia and he wasn't-- he couldn't possibly have been-- she didn't expect that he'd never even--
Weren't nobles supposed to live in a constant swirl of debauchery anyway?! Didn’t emperors in particular have their choice of bed-mates from the sirens that flocked towards their courts? Shouldn't he have already swam through a goddamn sea of willing women before he finally end up in the friendly waters of Lake Lady Sky Pirate?
Was she seriously going to have to show yet another man what to do in bed until he was competent at what he was already meant to be good for?!
And then Larsa sighed, turned over and pressed something against Penelo's smooth white thigh. That something felt hot and velvety and almost painfully erect and when her previously blank-with-horror eyes flickered to him, she caught the shy, yet somehow still sly, smile lingering on his face.
"I do realize," he said, a pretty flush painting his cheeks in a way that would have sent any number of ought-to-have-been-ravished-already ladies swooning, "that I perhaps lack some-- necessary experience in this arena. I have already noted that you, er-- you don't exactly seem all that pleased with the distinct brevity of our experience. Possibly I should even have attempted to garner some aptitude at the-- art of amatory exploration before actually attempting what we just... did here. But, Penelo, trust me, I can make this up to you."
Larsa's dark lashes lowered against his cheeks and his breath gusted out in warm currents against her chin and his hands were already dipping into the valley of her back, tracing deliberate whorls against the goose-pimpled skin there. "I've always been quite a fast study at whatever it is that I needed to learn. And I know this may be asking the impossible, but if you would just give me another chance, I might prove worthy of your favors still..."
Unaccountably, Penelo found herself blushing right back, despite their apparently vast gulf of experience. And then she found herself calculating the odds of salvaging the night, shrugging at the numbers and climbing aboard her imperial bed warmer once more. It had only been about five minutes since their last bout and though his stamina definitely needed work, Larsa's reaction time would have put many another hume male to shame.
At least, she thought, already lowering herself to meet him half-way there, there were some guaranteed compensations for bedding a younger man.
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Author's Notes: And before you even ask-- yes, these two crazy kids eventually do cobble together a decent sex life. Poor Penelo had to go through a great deal before they go there, however. ;) And since I'd rather not leave these two on such a humiliating note, Larsa will most definitely be striking back in the next part of this, which will be posted sometime later this week.
Also, I have to shunt over some bla-- er, credit to the always influential mithrigil. After all, she was the first to agree with my crazed ideas on how the encounter detailed here would likely go... ::whistles::
And comments, corrections and criticism are, as always, completely welcome and loved! After all, a little encouragement never fails to add a bit of inspiration...
Title: Sexual Politics, Part 1 of 3 [ Part 2, Part 3]
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Series: The Uses of Enchantment
Characters/Pairings: Larsa/Penelo
Rating: R, Non-Explicit Sex
Summary: Or why it's best to be prepared beforehand. The inevitable 'first time' fic for Larsa and Penelo.
Note: Takes place about six years post-game. Please note that all participants are over the age of consent.
Even when it felt like all the world was falling to pieces around her, there were a few things that Penelo always counted on to occur.
Ever since she’d been a little girl, she had known that she'd always have her best friend Vaan standing at her back, ready to help her tackle the world whenever she needed it. Ever since her parents and brother had died due to plague and war, she had always known that at least she had proved strong enough to survive and had to continue on to prove that their lives had mattered after all. Ever since she had decided to become a sky pirate (which was, after all, less a profession than a particularly hazardous lifestyle choice), she had known that she was giving up her chance to be a normal woman or mother or bride for a while, forsaking all the normal choices offered to those of her lot for the freedom of the fierce skies.
But even more than all of those experiences, she had always known that when she first fell in love with the man of her dreams, their first time together weaving their flesh into one would be perfect. They wouldn't have to worry about mundane things like putting on birth control (thank god for herbal remedies) or meddlesome in-laws (because she was an orphan and it figured that he’d be as well) or premature ejaculation (because their love would just be that strong.) Theirs would be a love that would surely stand strong in front of whatever obstacles would come across them, no matter how vast or terrible!
That the perfect man of her dreams that she was now planning to weave her flesh into one with turned out to be someone who she had known before he had even had a full load of hormones was a bit of a deviation to her plan, true. And the fact that he was the emperor of a vast nation while she was… something less than that was also a formidable obstacle on their path to a happy ending. But still. Their love was pure! Vast! Epic! Powerful! The sort of thing that could overcome all possible barriers and blockades and flaws!
And so she did not worry much when, after almost two years of the closest thing to a courtship she had ever experienced, she and Larsa finally managed to make it to a bed. They had made it and he, with his constant, clever mind and cunning stratagems, had made sure that the first half of their evening together been fantastic and romantic and everything she had ever dreamed of as a child watching the princess of her kingdom marry a prince in order to unite the hopes of two nations. There had been dozens of scattered rose petals to lead their way to his private chambers in his near deserted family manse. There had been sweet little candles surrounding the bed he had led her to, soft, bright lights that had highlighted his tall, lean frame quite beautifully as he had finally shed his clothes for her view. And finally, there had been loose silk sheets to cradle their twined bodies together once they fell upon that very same bed, their forms melding into a unity of heart and soul as was always meant to be.
In short, there had been the promise of endless perfection in his arms... which had shattered quite neatly once they actually gotten active in bed.
Because instead of the smooth, tender kisses she had expected, Penelo mostly found awkward lunges that shot for her lips and ended up embedded in her nostrils. Instead of sweet nothings whispered in her ear, Larsa had spent most of his time apologizing profusely, going glassy-eyed at her when she took off another article of clothing and swearing under his breath when she poked him off of another tender part of her body. Instead of seductive clinches, she found fumbled caresses that ended up pulling her hair, embraces that sent stray (and very sharp, damn it) elbows crashing into her ribs, and flailing hugs that hit her so hard she knew she’d have an interesting pattern of bruises to explain away to Vaan the day after.
And instead of hours of cataclysmic copulation, Larsa had just turned bright red about three minutes after actual penetration (once they managed to even achieve that and he finally stopped stabbing into her blindly), mumbled an apology into her neck and collapsed on top of her with a groan of completion that left Penelo sticky and unsatisfied and nearly catatonic in the aftermath, trying to figure out just why something that had seemed so right turned out to be so… god-awfully wrong.
After all, their first time together had pretty much revived every last bit of hopeless teenage sex that she had already gone through before and never particularly wanted to revisit again and it just... it simply failed to make any sense at all in the mostly silent and, needless to say, extremely awkward aftermath.
Because Larsa was the goddamned emperor of Archadia and he wasn't-- he couldn't possibly have been-- she didn't expect that he'd never even--
Weren't nobles supposed to live in a constant swirl of debauchery anyway?! Didn’t emperors in particular have their choice of bed-mates from the sirens that flocked towards their courts? Shouldn't he have already swam through a goddamn sea of willing women before he finally end up in the friendly waters of Lake Lady Sky Pirate?
Was she seriously going to have to show yet another man what to do in bed until he was competent at what he was already meant to be good for?!
And then Larsa sighed, turned over and pressed something against Penelo's smooth white thigh. That something felt hot and velvety and almost painfully erect and when her previously blank-with-horror eyes flickered to him, she caught the shy, yet somehow still sly, smile lingering on his face.
"I do realize," he said, a pretty flush painting his cheeks in a way that would have sent any number of ought-to-have-been-ravished-already ladies swooning, "that I perhaps lack some-- necessary experience in this arena. I have already noted that you, er-- you don't exactly seem all that pleased with the distinct brevity of our experience. Possibly I should even have attempted to garner some aptitude at the-- art of amatory exploration before actually attempting what we just... did here. But, Penelo, trust me, I can make this up to you."
Larsa's dark lashes lowered against his cheeks and his breath gusted out in warm currents against her chin and his hands were already dipping into the valley of her back, tracing deliberate whorls against the goose-pimpled skin there. "I've always been quite a fast study at whatever it is that I needed to learn. And I know this may be asking the impossible, but if you would just give me another chance, I might prove worthy of your favors still..."
Unaccountably, Penelo found herself blushing right back, despite their apparently vast gulf of experience. And then she found herself calculating the odds of salvaging the night, shrugging at the numbers and climbing aboard her imperial bed warmer once more. It had only been about five minutes since their last bout and though his stamina definitely needed work, Larsa's reaction time would have put many another hume male to shame.
At least, she thought, already lowering herself to meet him half-way there, there were some guaranteed compensations for bedding a younger man.
---
Author's Notes: And before you even ask-- yes, these two crazy kids eventually do cobble together a decent sex life. Poor Penelo had to go through a great deal before they go there, however. ;) And since I'd rather not leave these two on such a humiliating note, Larsa will most definitely be striking back in the next part of this, which will be posted sometime later this week.