A Breath of Fresh Air (FFIX, Zidane/Garnet, R)
Title: A Breath of Fresh Air
Author/Artist: jessicamariek
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet
Rating: R
Warnings: Public sex.
Prompt: Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet: sex in public places - the threat of getting caught was half the fun
Word count: 615
Summary: Parties are fun, but exhausting.
A/N: Posting about two hours late is not a good way to start one's SK round, but try explaining that to my boss. :P Sorry for making you wait, prompter!
“Shh,” Zidane murmured, lips brushing against his wife’s collarbone, “you’re gonna get us caught.”
Up in the castle ballroom the party continued, sounds of music and laughter drifting out over the grounds. The celebration of the summer solstice was an old tradition, and the entire court was at the dance, eating and drinking and gossiping. The servants, for the most part, were doing the same things, though in different places. Alexandria Castle practically shimmered with activity…
And outside in the garden labyrinth, the queen and her consort had slipped out to catch a breath of fresh air. At least, that was their excuse.
The castle gardens were a complicated maze, all flower-scented green corridors and secluded little dead ends, with delicate-looking marble benches and airy trellises covered in ivy and morning glories. They may well have been designed for the purpose of these little interludes, but that didn’t mean getting caught would be any less disastrous. To have one of the nobles wandering the grounds stumble upon the sweet, innocent-seeming queen in a very compromising position with her dashing prince consort would be the talk of the court for months.
Oddly, this just made it more fun.
Garnet slid her fingers though her husband’s hair, letting her head fall back as he kissed her neck. The split in the front of her skirt meant the fabric fell easily to the side, which made it much easier for them to use this position, with her astride his legs and his hands on her hips, without several yards of fabric bunching up between them. The rich burgundy silk fell over her legs, even darker against the pure white stockings she wore. She arched against him, biting her lip as he slid one hand between their bodies and his fingers brushed against her skin.
“Good?” he whispered, his voice rough and low. A low “mmm” sound was all she trusted herself to make - she could hear the voices of a few girls who had snuck out of the dancing to have a gossip. They were only a few dozen feet away, across a hedge or two, but they could still hear her. That would be a disaster, but…the feel of his breath against her skin, of his body against her, inside her, was about to drive her mad. She barely stifled a gasp as his fingers slid down between her legs, calluses brushing gently over hyper-sensitive nerve endings. She managed to stay quiet until the girls passed on the other side of the hedge, their voices fading back towards the castle.
“So close,” she whispered, breathy and desperate, and he pressed a kiss against her shoulder before gently shifting their position until she was on her back against the marble. They’d learned that although the slow, grinding friction could bring both of them to the very edge, they needed something harder, faster, to actually finish. He kissed her hard as he thrust into her, one hand on her hips and the other behind her head. She moaned, hands fisting in his shirt as she hooked her legs around his waist. Her climax had her arching off the bench and gasping his name, and a moment later he stilled against her, tense and shaking. They lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath.
“We should go back in,” she said eventually. “They’re probably wondering where we are.”
“Give it a little longer,” he replied, smiling as he kissed her neck.
“Oh? And why would that be?”
“Because the excuse of ‘stepping out for some fresh air’ doesn’t really work,” he said with a grin, “when you come back in even more flushed than when you left.”
Author/Artist: jessicamariek
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet
Rating: R
Warnings: Public sex.
Prompt: Final Fantasy IX, Zidane/Garnet: sex in public places - the threat of getting caught was half the fun
Word count: 615
Summary: Parties are fun, but exhausting.
A/N: Posting about two hours late is not a good way to start one's SK round, but try explaining that to my boss. :P Sorry for making you wait, prompter!
“Shh,” Zidane murmured, lips brushing against his wife’s collarbone, “you’re gonna get us caught.”
Up in the castle ballroom the party continued, sounds of music and laughter drifting out over the grounds. The celebration of the summer solstice was an old tradition, and the entire court was at the dance, eating and drinking and gossiping. The servants, for the most part, were doing the same things, though in different places. Alexandria Castle practically shimmered with activity…
And outside in the garden labyrinth, the queen and her consort had slipped out to catch a breath of fresh air. At least, that was their excuse.
The castle gardens were a complicated maze, all flower-scented green corridors and secluded little dead ends, with delicate-looking marble benches and airy trellises covered in ivy and morning glories. They may well have been designed for the purpose of these little interludes, but that didn’t mean getting caught would be any less disastrous. To have one of the nobles wandering the grounds stumble upon the sweet, innocent-seeming queen in a very compromising position with her dashing prince consort would be the talk of the court for months.
Oddly, this just made it more fun.
Garnet slid her fingers though her husband’s hair, letting her head fall back as he kissed her neck. The split in the front of her skirt meant the fabric fell easily to the side, which made it much easier for them to use this position, with her astride his legs and his hands on her hips, without several yards of fabric bunching up between them. The rich burgundy silk fell over her legs, even darker against the pure white stockings she wore. She arched against him, biting her lip as he slid one hand between their bodies and his fingers brushed against her skin.
“Good?” he whispered, his voice rough and low. A low “mmm” sound was all she trusted herself to make - she could hear the voices of a few girls who had snuck out of the dancing to have a gossip. They were only a few dozen feet away, across a hedge or two, but they could still hear her. That would be a disaster, but…the feel of his breath against her skin, of his body against her, inside her, was about to drive her mad. She barely stifled a gasp as his fingers slid down between her legs, calluses brushing gently over hyper-sensitive nerve endings. She managed to stay quiet until the girls passed on the other side of the hedge, their voices fading back towards the castle.
“So close,” she whispered, breathy and desperate, and he pressed a kiss against her shoulder before gently shifting their position until she was on her back against the marble. They’d learned that although the slow, grinding friction could bring both of them to the very edge, they needed something harder, faster, to actually finish. He kissed her hard as he thrust into her, one hand on her hips and the other behind her head. She moaned, hands fisting in his shirt as she hooked her legs around his waist. Her climax had her arching off the bench and gasping his name, and a moment later he stilled against her, tense and shaking. They lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath.
“We should go back in,” she said eventually. “They’re probably wondering where we are.”
“Give it a little longer,” he replied, smiling as he kissed her neck.
“Oh? And why would that be?”
“Because the excuse of ‘stepping out for some fresh air’ doesn’t really work,” he said with a grin, “when you come back in even more flushed than when you left.”