Heather's Battle Plan [Fire Emblem, Heather/Micaiah, R]
Title: Heather's Battle Plan
Author: burningmayo
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Molestation, Heather. Oh dear lord, Heather.
Word Count: 1,066
Prompt: Fire Emblem 10, Heather/Micaiah: badtouch~ - Sothe was probably going to try and kill her, and Pelleas looked like he was going to faint, but copping a feel was still totally worth the trouble.
A/N: Heather. Really, what else can I say?
Sothe stood at the command tent’s entrance, arms crossed. “Wait, you’re here too?”
Heather shrugged. “What can I say? They asked for me by name.”
“After what happened last night?” Sothe glared. “I don’t understand why they even keep you on board.”
“Oh, dear. If you’re referring to the incident with Lethe and that bottle of catnip in the Pegasus stables, I can assure you that I wasn’t involved.” A sense of giddiness warmed Heather as she pictured the stern feline laguz drunk and ready for the taking. “But I’m really sorry I missed out.”
“Really?” Sothe looked unconvinced. “And what sort of alibi do you have?”
“I was having a threesome with Nephy and Titania at the time.”
Sothe gaped. “T-Titania? You’re bluffing.”
“I mean, it did take a little bit of convincing, and I’d be lying if I said that alcohol wasn’t involved, but by the goddess, it was glorious. Red and green hair everywhere. It was like the winter festival came early.”
“Oh, just-” Sothe threw open the cloth flap at the tent’s entrance. Groaned through bared teeth. “Come on.”
Heather checked her chin for drool and followed the grumpy rogue inside. A large table sat in the middle of the room with a parchment spread out on it. Pelleas, the king of Daein, stood to one side with a quill in his hand. But it was the figure at the other end, with her small, slender body and long silver hair that caught Heather’s eye. By the goddess, it’s her. She bit her lip to suppress a grin that threatened to become manic.
Pelleas set his quill down. “Oh, good. You’re both here.”
“Is it just us, Micaiah?” Sothe asked.
The silver-haired girl nodded. “Pelleas and I had an infiltration mission in mind. You and Heather should be the only ones needed.”
“Really, now?” Heather strolled to the table and looked down at the parchment; it was the floor plan of a manor house. “Ooh, fancy.” Her eyes wandered across the table and took in Micaiah’s slender, delicate hands clad in soft, fingerless gloves. It was all she could do to resist the urge to reach out and hold one of them then and there. She cleared her throat. “So, what do you need us to do?”
Pelleas pointed at a room on the map. “This manor belongs to a Begnion nobleman. We understand that he keeps important intelligence on the region stored somewhere in this room here.”
Sothe leaned over the table. Heather noticed he no longer paid any attention to her, possibly by choice. “But why do you need two people for the job?”
“Well…”
Heather pretended to hear Pelleas yammer about his reasons and moved around the table so that she stood closer to Micaiah. She peered over the girl’s shoulder and noticed a floral scent in her hair. Mmm. So nice. So cute. A little touching couldn’t hurt. She reached out over Micaiah’s shoulder and pointed at a spot on the map. “Hey what’s this?”
“That?” Micaiah leaned over the table. “Heather, that’s just the lavator-”
Heather pressed her body against Micaiah’s back. Groped at her chest and felt her breasts through the soft fabric of her tunic. The silver-haired girl squeaked out an adorable “Eep!”
“Micaiah?” Pelleas looked up and. The color drained from his face. “M-my word.”
Heather brushed her cheek against Micaiah’s soft hair. The smaller girl struggled to free herself. “Ooh, you’re a fragile little thing, aren’t you?” She continued to massage a breast with one hand while the other moved to explore regions below.
Sothe stared at Heather with murder in his eyes, yet was transfixed with horror. “Heather. Unhand her. Now.”
“Oh, not yet.” Heather giggled as she felt up Micaiah’s slender thigh, careful not to ruin the girl’s tights. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part.”
“G-good part?” Micaiah gasped and moaned at Heather’s touch.
Heather’s body grew hot with arousal. She rubbed herself against Micaiah’s backside. “You know what might be fun? We could go find Lethe and see if she’s ready for another round of catnip. She’d probably be a great fuck-”
Pelleas, seeing and hearing just about all he could take, fainted dead away. Sothe moved to catch him. Heather’s grin widened as she gave Micaiah’s breast a good squeeze. Now’s my chance. Her lower hand roved up Micaiah’s thigh and across her hip.
“Wait, Heather.” Micaiah squirmed. “What are you-ah!” Heather’s finger rubbed against the girl’s crotch. Pressed into her tights and felt them become wet.
“Ooh, getting excited?” Heather leaned in and kissed the base of Micaiah’s neck. “You ever feel like this with Sothe around? Hmm?”
Micaiah blushed. Heather’s breath quickened at the warm glow of her face. “That’s-that’s none of your concern and-ah!”
Heather pressed her fingers in deeper. She felt up Micaiah as much as she could, wishing that she wasn’t blocked by tights or panties. That Sothe would take just a little more time setting Pelleas in a chair. “Come on, Micaiah. You’re making me hot and I could just pounce you like a big, bad wolf laguz-”
“Ahem.”
Heather looked up. Sothe stood mere inches from her, daggers drawn. “Hi, there.”
Sothe pointed toward the exit. “Get. Out.”
“Okay. No need to be rash.” Heather straightened up. “But you know, she has a hot little body, and who wouldn’t-”
“Out.” Sothe raised a dagger to Heather’s face.
“Right then.” Heather grinned. “I’ll be on my way. Micaiah?” She gave the silver-haired girl’s butt a firm, quick squeeze.
Sothe roared with fury. Heather knew it was really time to split, and ran around the table to the exit. She stopped and glanced at the still red-faced Micaiah. “You know, if you need to work off all this excitement and Sothe won’t put out for you, you’ll find me in my tent. And maybe if I’m lucky, some other girls will be there when you stop by.” She turned to leave, and then stopped again. “Oh, and I’m guessing you won’t want me for the assignment now. May I suggest Volke? Expensive as hell, but he’s a quality worker, even if he is a harder ass than your boyfriend there.”
Heather ducked out of the tent just in time to avoid both a dagger and a burst of Light magic aimed at her face.