[Late Feb. 4th] Contrast (Final Fantasy XII - Fran/Penelo)
Title: Contrast
Author/Artist: Bat (aka hamimifk
Rating: R
Prompt: Feb. 4th - Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/Fran: Exoticism - The contrast of their skin
Word Count: 981
Summary: Penelo relaxes with Fran after a long morning of battling Yarhi.
A/N: Sorry about the lateness! This is set during FFXII: Revenant Wings, but contains no spoilers for the game, only uses descriptions of Penelo's outfit and the default name of the airship you fly around on in the game. Also, the location is a beach (on the island with Cebe and Isshu on it) on the Muruc Cahuac Skysea, post-destruction of it. Oh, and there's an in-game joke in here about Penelo's cooking, which is supposedly gross but Vaan likes it. *snicker*
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Contrast
Dirty and tired from battle, Penelo flopped down on the sand; the ocean's tide washing over her bare feet, slippers forgotten at her side. The sky was an endless blue, making Penelo drunk with it's false promise of neverending peace. Closing her eyes, she could hear footsteps crunch against the sand nearby but she was too relaxed to pay them much mind. A shadow fell over her and with some effort, she forced an eye open and smiled happily.
"You will burn in the sun if you sleep here," Fran stated, eying the laid out hume with interest.
"Join me for a little while then. It's so nice here, I want to enjoy it with someone special," Penelo smiled, sitting up with some reluctance.
Fran seemed hesitant to sit and it occured to the hume that the viera was probably worried about sand in uncomfortable places. Still, Fran finally sat beside Penelo, her knees bent and tucked close to her, ankles crossed. Penelo almost envied how the pose was somehow perfect and elegant on the viera.
"I never really thought about it, but do the viera tan?" Penelo asked, suddenly curious as her eyes dragged up and down dark skin.
"We do. Some more than others, as with humes and similar races. However, for the most part, we veira prefer our natural colors and do not see feel the need to bake beneath the sun unless we are at work or training."
Nodding in understanding, Penelo gingerly took one of Fran's hands in-between her own. Examining the skin on the back of the held hand, Penelo slid her fingers over the darker skin, reveling in the exoticism of Fran's color. The viera's hands did not feel odd or unusual as one might suspect simply because Fran was of a different race. Instead, Fran's skin was soft and smooth, with only the flesh over her palms calloused from years of stringing up a bow and taking down countless targets. Penelo's fingers slid against the callousness, imagining all the untold stories she had yet to hear from the older woman; she entwined her fingers with Fran's, admiring the contrast of their skins.
"Like black and white magick, contrasting against each other but balancing out because they are two halves of a whole," Penelo mumbled dreamily.
"One would think your head in the clouds," Fran said, a small smile playing at her lips as she squeezed the younger woman's hand.
"Well..." Penelo started with a blush, embarrassed.
Untangling their fingers reluctantly, Penelo rose and went into the water as far as her knees and bent down to splash cold water onto her face and neck, cleaning away the grime of their morning battles. With what they'd been learning about the Judge of Wings thus far, it was only a matter of time before they would have to face her and every bit of practice they could get helped in leaps and bounds - not that the loot they had been making was half bad in itself. Penelo jumped when Fran came up behind her in the water and slid a hand over her bare midriff.
"Did the others go back to the ship?" Penelo asked as Fran's hand slipped down her stomach and lightly scratched at the exposed patch of skin just above her mound.
"Aye. I volunteered to come keep you company while the others rested," Fran replied calmly, stepping further out into the water with her willing captive pressed against her.
"Oh." The word fell from Penelo's lips in understanding and relief as her brain began to fog over to the feel of Fran's hand dipped beneath her pants. Penelo groaned softly as long fingers teased her slit before dipping between the hungry lips.
Glancing down, Penelo wanted to watch Fran work between her thighs but all she could see was Fran's dark arm emerged beneath the maroon of her pants. Dark skin draped across her stomach and giving color to her lighter skin. Arching against Fran, hips thrust out as masterful ministrations continued against her clit, Penelo sought out Fran's other hand. Finding the hand, Penelo brought it up to her breasts, wanting to feel more of Fran against her. Fingers pushed up armor and cloth to find stiffen nipples waiting for for Fran to tug and pinch, causing Penelo to pant as she felt her peak nearing. Throwing her head back, Penelo closed her eyes against the endless blue sky above that whispered false peace, betraying her even as it arose her hopes for just such a thing. There was only the here and now. Tomorrow was only a possibility.
When she came, Penelo melted against the viera, feeling herself become weightless as the two of them sank into the cold sea water, feeling disconnected from everything around her but Fran. Turning in Fran's arms, the hume peppered dark skin with kisses, indiscriminate of where the skin was, only languishing the taste of sweat, sea water, and the faint woody smell and taste Fran always had.
"Sadly, it appears we have company," Fran said with an almost inaudible growl.
Up the beach, Penelo could just make out Vaan's physique as he approached and quickly fixed her top beneath the water. When he drew closer, she could see him grinning sheepishly as he waved.
"Hey Penelo, we're sorta hungry. Can you come and make some of your delicious food for us?" He called.
Penelo waved back. "Sure, I'll be there in a bit."
"Strange. I've heard the others call your food by other names," Fran said seriously.
Scowling at the taller woman, Penelo grumbled. "Would you like to continue this later or not?"
"Of course."
Fran kissed the younger woman's lips, seemingly missing the hint of annoyance in Penelo's question, or wisely, ignoring it. Together they waded back to shore, Penelo holding Fran's hand as they walked back to the Galbana.
-End-
Author/Artist: Bat (aka hamimifk
Rating: R
Prompt: Feb. 4th - Final Fantasy XII, Penelo/Fran: Exoticism - The contrast of their skin
Word Count: 981
Summary: Penelo relaxes with Fran after a long morning of battling Yarhi.
A/N: Sorry about the lateness! This is set during FFXII: Revenant Wings, but contains no spoilers for the game, only uses descriptions of Penelo's outfit and the default name of the airship you fly around on in the game. Also, the location is a beach (on the island with Cebe and Isshu on it) on the Muruc Cahuac Skysea, post-destruction of it. Oh, and there's an in-game joke in here about Penelo's cooking, which is supposedly gross but Vaan likes it. *snicker*
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Contrast
Dirty and tired from battle, Penelo flopped down on the sand; the ocean's tide washing over her bare feet, slippers forgotten at her side. The sky was an endless blue, making Penelo drunk with it's false promise of neverending peace. Closing her eyes, she could hear footsteps crunch against the sand nearby but she was too relaxed to pay them much mind. A shadow fell over her and with some effort, she forced an eye open and smiled happily.
"You will burn in the sun if you sleep here," Fran stated, eying the laid out hume with interest.
"Join me for a little while then. It's so nice here, I want to enjoy it with someone special," Penelo smiled, sitting up with some reluctance.
Fran seemed hesitant to sit and it occured to the hume that the viera was probably worried about sand in uncomfortable places. Still, Fran finally sat beside Penelo, her knees bent and tucked close to her, ankles crossed. Penelo almost envied how the pose was somehow perfect and elegant on the viera.
"I never really thought about it, but do the viera tan?" Penelo asked, suddenly curious as her eyes dragged up and down dark skin.
"We do. Some more than others, as with humes and similar races. However, for the most part, we veira prefer our natural colors and do not see feel the need to bake beneath the sun unless we are at work or training."
Nodding in understanding, Penelo gingerly took one of Fran's hands in-between her own. Examining the skin on the back of the held hand, Penelo slid her fingers over the darker skin, reveling in the exoticism of Fran's color. The viera's hands did not feel odd or unusual as one might suspect simply because Fran was of a different race. Instead, Fran's skin was soft and smooth, with only the flesh over her palms calloused from years of stringing up a bow and taking down countless targets. Penelo's fingers slid against the callousness, imagining all the untold stories she had yet to hear from the older woman; she entwined her fingers with Fran's, admiring the contrast of their skins.
"Like black and white magick, contrasting against each other but balancing out because they are two halves of a whole," Penelo mumbled dreamily.
"One would think your head in the clouds," Fran said, a small smile playing at her lips as she squeezed the younger woman's hand.
"Well..." Penelo started with a blush, embarrassed.
Untangling their fingers reluctantly, Penelo rose and went into the water as far as her knees and bent down to splash cold water onto her face and neck, cleaning away the grime of their morning battles. With what they'd been learning about the Judge of Wings thus far, it was only a matter of time before they would have to face her and every bit of practice they could get helped in leaps and bounds - not that the loot they had been making was half bad in itself. Penelo jumped when Fran came up behind her in the water and slid a hand over her bare midriff.
"Did the others go back to the ship?" Penelo asked as Fran's hand slipped down her stomach and lightly scratched at the exposed patch of skin just above her mound.
"Aye. I volunteered to come keep you company while the others rested," Fran replied calmly, stepping further out into the water with her willing captive pressed against her.
"Oh." The word fell from Penelo's lips in understanding and relief as her brain began to fog over to the feel of Fran's hand dipped beneath her pants. Penelo groaned softly as long fingers teased her slit before dipping between the hungry lips.
Glancing down, Penelo wanted to watch Fran work between her thighs but all she could see was Fran's dark arm emerged beneath the maroon of her pants. Dark skin draped across her stomach and giving color to her lighter skin. Arching against Fran, hips thrust out as masterful ministrations continued against her clit, Penelo sought out Fran's other hand. Finding the hand, Penelo brought it up to her breasts, wanting to feel more of Fran against her. Fingers pushed up armor and cloth to find stiffen nipples waiting for for Fran to tug and pinch, causing Penelo to pant as she felt her peak nearing. Throwing her head back, Penelo closed her eyes against the endless blue sky above that whispered false peace, betraying her even as it arose her hopes for just such a thing. There was only the here and now. Tomorrow was only a possibility.
When she came, Penelo melted against the viera, feeling herself become weightless as the two of them sank into the cold sea water, feeling disconnected from everything around her but Fran. Turning in Fran's arms, the hume peppered dark skin with kisses, indiscriminate of where the skin was, only languishing the taste of sweat, sea water, and the faint woody smell and taste Fran always had.
"Sadly, it appears we have company," Fran said with an almost inaudible growl.
Up the beach, Penelo could just make out Vaan's physique as he approached and quickly fixed her top beneath the water. When he drew closer, she could see him grinning sheepishly as he waved.
"Hey Penelo, we're sorta hungry. Can you come and make some of your delicious food for us?" He called.
Penelo waved back. "Sure, I'll be there in a bit."
"Strange. I've heard the others call your food by other names," Fran said seriously.
Scowling at the taller woman, Penelo grumbled. "Would you like to continue this later or not?"
"Of course."
Fran kissed the younger woman's lips, seemingly missing the hint of annoyance in Penelo's question, or wisely, ignoring it. Together they waded back to shore, Penelo holding Fran's hand as they walked back to the Galbana.
-End-