X-posted Drabble Prompt: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance - Rtiz/Shara "Acceptance"
Title: Acceptance
Author: wolfie
Prompt: Challenge 102: Greed for ff_yuri_drabble.
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance.
Pairing: Rtiz/Shara.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 125. [per OpenOffice]
Notes: JFC, this one would just not be tamed into 100 words. Here I go writing smoldering bunny-women again. I wonder if they're actually all subs, just to fuck with my fantasies mind...
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It's intimidating, the way she moves. How she walks. Just walking over to her.
The candles are sputtering (been lit too long), their burnt tallow scent mixing heavily with the musk of the viera accosting her.
End of the night; innkeeper's in the back. They're alone in the tavern-room.
With a table. And then a wall.
Ritz is glad, because she's dizzy and got her hands full, and it would be awkward to explain.
The nip at her neck is enough to remind her she'll never get enough. She holds Shara's head in place, teeth grazing her pulse point.
The words are never there when she needs them anyway. Shara always will be.
And that, Ritz tells herself, is something no one should consider greedy.
***
..........and yeah. This is apparently what I do when I should be working on an exchange fic due on the 31st and I have to pack my entire apartment by the end of next month. GO ME.
Author: wolfie
Prompt: Challenge 102: Greed for ff_yuri_drabble.
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance.
Pairing: Rtiz/Shara.
Rating: PG-13.
Word Count: 125. [per OpenOffice]
Notes: JFC, this one would just not be tamed into 100 words. Here I go writing smoldering bunny-women again. I wonder if they're actually all subs, just to fuck with my fantasies mind...
***
It's intimidating, the way she moves. How she walks. Just walking over to her.
The candles are sputtering (been lit too long), their burnt tallow scent mixing heavily with the musk of the viera accosting her.
End of the night; innkeeper's in the back. They're alone in the tavern-room.
With a table. And then a wall.
Ritz is glad, because she's dizzy and got her hands full, and it would be awkward to explain.
The nip at her neck is enough to remind her she'll never get enough. She holds Shara's head in place, teeth grazing her pulse point.
The words are never there when she needs them anyway. Shara always will be.
And that, Ritz tells herself, is something no one should consider greedy.
***
..........and yeah. This is apparently what I do when I should be working on an exchange fic due on the 31st and I have to pack my entire apartment by the end of next month. GO ME.