FFXII - Balthier/Ashe
Jul. 3rd, 2007 12:13 amTitle: Proposition
Author: RegicidalDwarf
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, light bondage, unconventional use of magicks.
Word count: 630
A/N: X-posted in
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He hadn’t agreed to this. He definitely didn’t remember agreeing to this. He had been serious when he’s sought Ashe out to make a friendly proposition, and he’s been pleased when she’d actually agreed, but he’d been joking about the bondage, and he certainly hadn’t meant for it to be on him.
But Ashe had fixed him with that stare of hers, and then they were in a room upstairs while the rest of the party either drank communally in the tavern downstairs or…amused themselves elsewhere. Balthier hadn’t really thought much about the others though, not when Ashe had swiftly pinned him to the bed to kiss him thoroughly, breaking off only when the clicking clock gears of a magick began to swirl around his head, and he felt his limbs go stiff with the unpleasantly familiar effects of Stop.
She smiled as she began arranging him on the bed and went to work on his clothes. And then she was taking the belt off her skirt to tie his hands to the headboard and – yeah. He definitely hadn’t agreed to this.
Not that he could really complain, not now that she was stripping out of her clothes and drawing out a Chronos Tear to cast on him, releasing his limbs and giving him back use of his mouth.
“What’s this now love?” he asked. “I didn’t really mean it about tying one of us up, you know.” She smiled a bit, but deigned not to answer immediately, instead straddling his hips and stretching out over him, just above his rapidly hardening length.
“I would not have you in discomfort, Pirate, but when I have you arranged thus…” There was a pause, and her smile widened.
“I can afford to take my time.”
Balthier groaned. “I think my dear, given our positions, it is you who is the pirate.”
“Does that make you the princess then? Are you my helpless captive? Ought I to ravage you?” Her tongue snaked out to lick at the base of his neck, following it with a sharp bite that made Balthier arch under her, straining at his bonds and making the leather creak, mouth agape in an open mouth groan.
“Yes.”
She laughed softly.
“Very well then.” She began a torturously slow exploration of his body, biting and touching everything except the one place he desperately wanted her to, while he moaned beneath her talented hands, pulling at the restraints on his hands, wanting to return the favor.
“Please,” he begged, pride and posture gone to pieces, “please.” She stopped and sat up, fixing him with her stare again.
And then she was finally, finally, sinking down on him, and he was beyond words.
Her nails flexed on his chest as she rode him, sending heat shivers racing down his sides, pooling in his already rock hard groin. He arched into her, thrusting in time to the pace she set as she rocked on top of him relentlessly. The heat was building, was building, was building, and then her hands were raking down his chest and she was arching above him, drawn taut, and he was straining against the leather holding his hands and he was coming and he was coming and he was seeing sparks behind his eyes.
And then he was relaxing and he suddenly felt heavy and dazed, so much that he almost missed her undoing the belt. But he felt his hands slip free, and Ashe was still stretched above him, and he was grabbing her and rolling, and then their positions were switched, and he was pinning her to the bed.
He grinned. “I believe that now it’s my turn.”
She scowled, but did not protest. Balthier took that as consent.
Author: RegicidalDwarf
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, light bondage, unconventional use of magicks.
Word count: 630
A/N: X-posted in
He hadn’t agreed to this. He definitely didn’t remember agreeing to this. He had been serious when he’s sought Ashe out to make a friendly proposition, and he’s been pleased when she’d actually agreed, but he’d been joking about the bondage, and he certainly hadn’t meant for it to be on him.
But Ashe had fixed him with that stare of hers, and then they were in a room upstairs while the rest of the party either drank communally in the tavern downstairs or…amused themselves elsewhere. Balthier hadn’t really thought much about the others though, not when Ashe had swiftly pinned him to the bed to kiss him thoroughly, breaking off only when the clicking clock gears of a magick began to swirl around his head, and he felt his limbs go stiff with the unpleasantly familiar effects of Stop.
She smiled as she began arranging him on the bed and went to work on his clothes. And then she was taking the belt off her skirt to tie his hands to the headboard and – yeah. He definitely hadn’t agreed to this.
Not that he could really complain, not now that she was stripping out of her clothes and drawing out a Chronos Tear to cast on him, releasing his limbs and giving him back use of his mouth.
“What’s this now love?” he asked. “I didn’t really mean it about tying one of us up, you know.” She smiled a bit, but deigned not to answer immediately, instead straddling his hips and stretching out over him, just above his rapidly hardening length.
“I would not have you in discomfort, Pirate, but when I have you arranged thus…” There was a pause, and her smile widened.
“I can afford to take my time.”
Balthier groaned. “I think my dear, given our positions, it is you who is the pirate.”
“Does that make you the princess then? Are you my helpless captive? Ought I to ravage you?” Her tongue snaked out to lick at the base of his neck, following it with a sharp bite that made Balthier arch under her, straining at his bonds and making the leather creak, mouth agape in an open mouth groan.
“Yes.”
She laughed softly.
“Very well then.” She began a torturously slow exploration of his body, biting and touching everything except the one place he desperately wanted her to, while he moaned beneath her talented hands, pulling at the restraints on his hands, wanting to return the favor.
“Please,” he begged, pride and posture gone to pieces, “please.” She stopped and sat up, fixing him with her stare again.
And then she was finally, finally, sinking down on him, and he was beyond words.
Her nails flexed on his chest as she rode him, sending heat shivers racing down his sides, pooling in his already rock hard groin. He arched into her, thrusting in time to the pace she set as she rocked on top of him relentlessly. The heat was building, was building, was building, and then her hands were raking down his chest and she was arching above him, drawn taut, and he was straining against the leather holding his hands and he was coming and he was coming and he was seeing sparks behind his eyes.
And then he was relaxing and he suddenly felt heavy and dazed, so much that he almost missed her undoing the belt. But he felt his hands slip free, and Ashe was still stretched above him, and he was grabbing her and rolling, and then their positions were switched, and he was pinning her to the bed.
He grinned. “I believe that now it’s my turn.”
She scowled, but did not protest. Balthier took that as consent.
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Date: 2007-07-03 01:24 pm (UTC)I think you have a transcribing error toward the end -- her hands were raking down his chest and she was arching above him, drawn taut, and she was arching above him, drawn taut, -- repetition unintentional, yes?
So tasty. ^^
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Date: 2007-07-03 03:51 pm (UTC)Thank you! This was one of the first ones I actually got done, it was fun having them be in a slightly, um...unorthodox position, shall we say? =P So yeah! Thank you. ^^
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:27 am (UTC)Day-um. It was hot. Good job!
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