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Dear karthur, I have decided I don't like you and you suck and you smell funny and you're your own sockpuppet and you get no birthday presents from me cause you're an attention-seeking ho.
... Gotcha? ;o Enjoy the porn and Happy Birthday~! ♥
Disclaimerz!
1. lol Konami
2. I haven't written in months and it's HolyfuckwhyamIstillup AM, so I'm rusty. I'M A RUSTY SCREW OGOD :( Also. Dood. Het Secks down thar. Typos included. <3
3. ????
4. Profit.
Their first intimate encounter would always linger in her memory with a mixture of fondness and vexation. It was raining that day, she would always recall clearly, because the cold droplets of water made her shiver under her soaked clothes in sharp contrast to the warmth in her cheeks. They were arguing again. Or more accurately, she was arguing. He was flirting and standing dangerously close with that infuriating smirk that implied he knew something she did not on his face.
She'd meant to slap him. It wouldn't be the first time since they'd set out together. He knew how to get under her skin and make her blood boil, how to make the walls she'd built around herself crumble with mere words. He went where none of her knights dared to go, whispered things no Zexen man would even think of telling her. And that's why his words became weapons and he was so very dangerous and if she could just make him stop talking..
Then her lips were pressing against his, hungry and desperate. For a moment, he was genuinely surprised. She could feel it in the way his body tensed as she pressed hers against it, and in the way he hesitated. A small, almost animalistic growl escaped her lips over her small victory, and she bit at his lip as she felt him smirk against her mouth. When he met her tongue with his own and pulled her more firmly against him, she came to her senses and pushed him away with a gasp.
"Stopping already? And here I thought I'd finally seduced you!" he laughed, shaking his head.
It was good-natured and amused, but it made her face uncomfortably warm and she couldn't help feeling dirty and indignant. "It was an accident."
"Is that so? Zexens have funny ideas about what defines accidents, then." The smirk was back, and her fingers suddenly itched to brush the wet blond hair from his face. Chris ignored it and pointedly turned her back on the spy.
"We should hurry," she called over her shoulder when she had calmed herself. "It will be dark soon, and I don't care to spend a night out in this weather." With her knights, such a situation would be nothing. With Nash, the captain didn't trust herself. She trusted him much less.
"Mmm, inn beds are better for this kind of thing, I agree." Nash replied jovially, falling into step behind her. He folded his hands behind his head and hummed off-tune, and Chris wondered yet again why she had agreed to travel with the man.
"Are you incapable of being quiet for five minutes?" she asked when the noise had irritated her enough.
"I thought of serenading you, but I bet you get it all the time from the dandelions outside your window at night."
"What?" Chris' brows furrowed as she attempted to make sense of his ridiculous comment. The knight wasn't in the mood for more of his riddles. She turned to face him and realized that it was a mistake. He was suddenly so close that she could feel the heat of his body and his breath against her cheek, could smell fire, metal and rain mingled with the scent that was distinctly his, and if she just leaned in she could taste him again...
Nash's arm snaked around her waist so that she couldn't escape a second time. Though, the gesture wasn't necessary; Chris was preoccupied with running her hands through his hair, over his shoulders, down his chest. Her fingers trembled from the chill and she gasped as he slid his hands down her hips and broke off the kiss to nip at her neck. "I was serious about the bed," he murmured against her ear. "I want you, but I won't risk getting you sick for it. The village isn't far off."
"Ah- you're right." She pulled herself away with obvious reluctance, licking her lips and grimacing at the shakiness in her voice. She kept her distance as they walked in an oddly-comfortable silence, not trusting herself to get near him again. Sleeping with a Harmonian spy was not something the captain of the Zexen Knights should be doing. But Chris knew she wouldn't change her mind. She had made her bed, as it were, and there would be no doubt that she'd be lying in it. To his credit, Nash left the knight to her thoughts until they found the village's inn.
It was a small place that reminded her somewhat of Iksay. The people were friendlier than she'd expected, though that was likely her biases thinking for her. Most importantly, it was warm and clean, and the bed looked comfortable. Nash gave her a challenging smirk as he closed the door. "If you want to back out, silver maiden, now's the time."
Chris lifted her chin and gave him a cold, defiant look. "If I change my mind, you will be sure to know of it."
"Oooh, she's a feisty one," he snickered, raising his hands in mock defense. "What would the Five Mighty Babysitters of Zexen think?"
Instead of replying to the obvious bait, Chris stripped her wet clothing off and dropped it to the floor carelessly. She was a grown woman; he wouldn't get the better of her, and her anger made her bold. The knight made her way to the bed slowly, aware that he was watching her every move, and a smirk found its way to her lips; she'd won this round. "Are you going to stand there and make ridiculous jokes all night, or are you going to prove you aren't all talk and no action?"
When he found his voice, she was pleased to hear that it shook. "I could never lie to a lady; I promise you'll be very satisfied with my actions."
She snorted and rolled her eyes before glancing at him, then found herself unable to look away as he undressed. He noticed, of course, and smirked triumphantly as he took his time. He was lithe and somewhat pale for a man, and Chris was surprised by the amount of scars he bore. She shamelessly reached out to trace one across his chest, and the Harmonian shivered. Feeling bolder still, she traced the same scar with her tongue, stopping when she reached a nipple, grazing her teeth over it gently. His breath hitched and he ran a hand through her hair, sliding his other thumb down between her breasts. "By the Runes, you're beautiful."
"You already have me in your bed," she gasped out as he cupped her breast, arching her back, "more of your flattery is unnecessary."
Nash chuckled softly and trailed light kisses along her jawline. "It isn't flattery and you know it," he murmured against her lips before kissing her passionately. His hands were suddenly everywhere; caressing her breasts, stroking her hips, sliding over her stomach and thighs. Chris moaned into his mouth, running her hands over his chest, raking her nails lightly down his back, brushing her fingers over his abdomen.. She felt hot and exhilarated, and the urge to be closer to him was overwhelming. His lips left her mouth to kiss lightly downward, nipping at her collarbone, then lower, until he was teasing a nipple with his tongue.
"You take too long," the Zexen gasped out, growing irritated and impatient. Without waiting for a response, she shoved Nash backward and straddled his hips, killing off any smart-ass remarks with a smothering kiss. He groaned into her mouth and stroked her hips as she lowered herself onto him in one swift motion. It felt awkward for a moment, but not as bad as the stories she'd heard.Chris balanced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders and waited a moment to adjust, barely listening to his murmurs of encouragement. At least he wasn't teasing her.
After a moment, Nash began a slow, steady rhythm while stroking her back and kissing one of her breasts. Chris quickened the pace with a moan, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders and biting at his ear, mumbling nonsense breathlessly. He smelled like sweat and soap and his breath was hot against her skin and his hands were caressing every inch of her that he could reach and then her orgasm hit her and she cried out, clutching at the damp sheets under him. She was aware of his own climax a moment later, though her senses were foggy.
She didn't want to talk, and for once he was willing to leave it at that. So he held her and stroked her hair as she watched the rain patter against the window until she fell asleep. When morning came, she decided she didn't like to be held and that he was still infuriating. But she could handle that.
And now I go either sleep or write that Naesala/Sasa that won't leave me alone. (Why Naesala/Sasa? Why? T^T)
... Gotcha? ;o Enjoy the porn and Happy Birthday~! ♥
Disclaimerz!
1. lol Konami
2. I haven't written in months and it's HolyfuckwhyamIstillup AM, so I'm rusty. I'M A RUSTY SCREW OGOD :( Also. Dood. Het Secks down thar. Typos included. <3
3. ????
4. Profit.
Their first intimate encounter would always linger in her memory with a mixture of fondness and vexation. It was raining that day, she would always recall clearly, because the cold droplets of water made her shiver under her soaked clothes in sharp contrast to the warmth in her cheeks. They were arguing again. Or more accurately, she was arguing. He was flirting and standing dangerously close with that infuriating smirk that implied he knew something she did not on his face.
She'd meant to slap him. It wouldn't be the first time since they'd set out together. He knew how to get under her skin and make her blood boil, how to make the walls she'd built around herself crumble with mere words. He went where none of her knights dared to go, whispered things no Zexen man would even think of telling her. And that's why his words became weapons and he was so very dangerous and if she could just make him stop talking..
Then her lips were pressing against his, hungry and desperate. For a moment, he was genuinely surprised. She could feel it in the way his body tensed as she pressed hers against it, and in the way he hesitated. A small, almost animalistic growl escaped her lips over her small victory, and she bit at his lip as she felt him smirk against her mouth. When he met her tongue with his own and pulled her more firmly against him, she came to her senses and pushed him away with a gasp.
"Stopping already? And here I thought I'd finally seduced you!" he laughed, shaking his head.
It was good-natured and amused, but it made her face uncomfortably warm and she couldn't help feeling dirty and indignant. "It was an accident."
"Is that so? Zexens have funny ideas about what defines accidents, then." The smirk was back, and her fingers suddenly itched to brush the wet blond hair from his face. Chris ignored it and pointedly turned her back on the spy.
"We should hurry," she called over her shoulder when she had calmed herself. "It will be dark soon, and I don't care to spend a night out in this weather." With her knights, such a situation would be nothing. With Nash, the captain didn't trust herself. She trusted him much less.
"Mmm, inn beds are better for this kind of thing, I agree." Nash replied jovially, falling into step behind her. He folded his hands behind his head and hummed off-tune, and Chris wondered yet again why she had agreed to travel with the man.
"Are you incapable of being quiet for five minutes?" she asked when the noise had irritated her enough.
"I thought of serenading you, but I bet you get it all the time from the dandelions outside your window at night."
"What?" Chris' brows furrowed as she attempted to make sense of his ridiculous comment. The knight wasn't in the mood for more of his riddles. She turned to face him and realized that it was a mistake. He was suddenly so close that she could feel the heat of his body and his breath against her cheek, could smell fire, metal and rain mingled with the scent that was distinctly his, and if she just leaned in she could taste him again...
Nash's arm snaked around her waist so that she couldn't escape a second time. Though, the gesture wasn't necessary; Chris was preoccupied with running her hands through his hair, over his shoulders, down his chest. Her fingers trembled from the chill and she gasped as he slid his hands down her hips and broke off the kiss to nip at her neck. "I was serious about the bed," he murmured against her ear. "I want you, but I won't risk getting you sick for it. The village isn't far off."
"Ah- you're right." She pulled herself away with obvious reluctance, licking her lips and grimacing at the shakiness in her voice. She kept her distance as they walked in an oddly-comfortable silence, not trusting herself to get near him again. Sleeping with a Harmonian spy was not something the captain of the Zexen Knights should be doing. But Chris knew she wouldn't change her mind. She had made her bed, as it were, and there would be no doubt that she'd be lying in it. To his credit, Nash left the knight to her thoughts until they found the village's inn.
It was a small place that reminded her somewhat of Iksay. The people were friendlier than she'd expected, though that was likely her biases thinking for her. Most importantly, it was warm and clean, and the bed looked comfortable. Nash gave her a challenging smirk as he closed the door. "If you want to back out, silver maiden, now's the time."
Chris lifted her chin and gave him a cold, defiant look. "If I change my mind, you will be sure to know of it."
"Oooh, she's a feisty one," he snickered, raising his hands in mock defense. "What would the Five Mighty Babysitters of Zexen think?"
Instead of replying to the obvious bait, Chris stripped her wet clothing off and dropped it to the floor carelessly. She was a grown woman; he wouldn't get the better of her, and her anger made her bold. The knight made her way to the bed slowly, aware that he was watching her every move, and a smirk found its way to her lips; she'd won this round. "Are you going to stand there and make ridiculous jokes all night, or are you going to prove you aren't all talk and no action?"
When he found his voice, she was pleased to hear that it shook. "I could never lie to a lady; I promise you'll be very satisfied with my actions."
She snorted and rolled her eyes before glancing at him, then found herself unable to look away as he undressed. He noticed, of course, and smirked triumphantly as he took his time. He was lithe and somewhat pale for a man, and Chris was surprised by the amount of scars he bore. She shamelessly reached out to trace one across his chest, and the Harmonian shivered. Feeling bolder still, she traced the same scar with her tongue, stopping when she reached a nipple, grazing her teeth over it gently. His breath hitched and he ran a hand through her hair, sliding his other thumb down between her breasts. "By the Runes, you're beautiful."
"You already have me in your bed," she gasped out as he cupped her breast, arching her back, "more of your flattery is unnecessary."
Nash chuckled softly and trailed light kisses along her jawline. "It isn't flattery and you know it," he murmured against her lips before kissing her passionately. His hands were suddenly everywhere; caressing her breasts, stroking her hips, sliding over her stomach and thighs. Chris moaned into his mouth, running her hands over his chest, raking her nails lightly down his back, brushing her fingers over his abdomen.. She felt hot and exhilarated, and the urge to be closer to him was overwhelming. His lips left her mouth to kiss lightly downward, nipping at her collarbone, then lower, until he was teasing a nipple with his tongue.
"You take too long," the Zexen gasped out, growing irritated and impatient. Without waiting for a response, she shoved Nash backward and straddled his hips, killing off any smart-ass remarks with a smothering kiss. He groaned into her mouth and stroked her hips as she lowered herself onto him in one swift motion. It felt awkward for a moment, but not as bad as the stories she'd heard.Chris balanced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders and waited a moment to adjust, barely listening to his murmurs of encouragement. At least he wasn't teasing her.
After a moment, Nash began a slow, steady rhythm while stroking her back and kissing one of her breasts. Chris quickened the pace with a moan, digging her nails into the skin of his shoulders and biting at his ear, mumbling nonsense breathlessly. He smelled like sweat and soap and his breath was hot against her skin and his hands were caressing every inch of her that he could reach and then her orgasm hit her and she cried out, clutching at the damp sheets under him. She was aware of his own climax a moment later, though her senses were foggy.
She didn't want to talk, and for once he was willing to leave it at that. So he held her and stroked her hair as she watched the rain patter against the window until she fell asleep. When morning came, she decided she didn't like to be held and that he was still infuriating. But she could handle that.
And now I go either sleep or write that Naesala/Sasa that won't leave me alone. (Why Naesala/Sasa? Why? T^T)