Final Fantasy XII (Basch/Vaan)
Not to mention that he was enjoying watching the desert children play.
Vaan and Penelo were laughing and running through the shallow water at the edge of the beach, heedless of the oppressive heat or the burn of sand beneath their feet. Penelo’s soft boots lay in a crumpled heap on the shore, not from where Vaan had abandoned his vest, boots and leg guards. His light pants were rolled up above his knees, showing off well-toned legs a shade lighter than the rest of him. And while Basch would have been extremely discomforted to be seen in such a state of undress, Vaan seemed completely unconcerned, shameless desert child to the core.
Basch shook his head wryly. It seemed that no matter how many years he lived in Dalmasca, he would never get used to their clothing. Or lack thereof.
Penelo shrieked indignantly as Vaan flung a handful of water at her, fire in her eyes as she swiped away the droplets clinging to her skin. Vaan grinned at her cheekily, then swore in sudden dread as Penelo seized him by the arm and flung him bodily into the water.
Vaan spluttered dramatically as he came up for air, white-blond hair plastered to his face and good-natured laughter in his eyes. Water sluiced over bronze skin and clean, firm young muscles as he stood, gleaming rivulets of silvery light that stood in stark contrast to his sun-dark tan. The soaked fabric of his thin desert pants clung lovingly to his thighs, leaving very little to the imagination and making Basch suddenly, uncomfortably aware of the beauty of smooth skin and toned muscles.
Standing abruptly, Basch decided that maybe he ought to join Lady Ashe and the others after all. Because the sun wasn’t the only thing he’d missed these last two years and a soaking wet, mostly naked Vaan was more than enough to test even his self-restraint.
And his clothes would take forever to dry if he spent the next half hour teaching Penelo the proper way to toss someone.
~owari
Vaan and Penelo were laughing and running through the shallow water at the edge of the beach, heedless of the oppressive heat or the burn of sand beneath their feet. Penelo’s soft boots lay in a crumpled heap on the shore, not from where Vaan had abandoned his vest, boots and leg guards. His light pants were rolled up above his knees, showing off well-toned legs a shade lighter than the rest of him. And while Basch would have been extremely discomforted to be seen in such a state of undress, Vaan seemed completely unconcerned, shameless desert child to the core.
Basch shook his head wryly. It seemed that no matter how many years he lived in Dalmasca, he would never get used to their clothing. Or lack thereof.
Penelo shrieked indignantly as Vaan flung a handful of water at her, fire in her eyes as she swiped away the droplets clinging to her skin. Vaan grinned at her cheekily, then swore in sudden dread as Penelo seized him by the arm and flung him bodily into the water.
Vaan spluttered dramatically as he came up for air, white-blond hair plastered to his face and good-natured laughter in his eyes. Water sluiced over bronze skin and clean, firm young muscles as he stood, gleaming rivulets of silvery light that stood in stark contrast to his sun-dark tan. The soaked fabric of his thin desert pants clung lovingly to his thighs, leaving very little to the imagination and making Basch suddenly, uncomfortably aware of the beauty of smooth skin and toned muscles.
Standing abruptly, Basch decided that maybe he ought to join Lady Ashe and the others after all. Because the sun wasn’t the only thing he’d missed these last two years and a soaking wet, mostly naked Vaan was more than enough to test even his self-restraint.
And his clothes would take forever to dry if he spent the next half hour teaching Penelo the proper way to toss someone.
~owari