kinkfest | Suikoden V (Gizel/Sialeeds) (Reply)

Title: Left Wanting
Author/Artist: prpl_pen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: oblique sexual references, vague spoilers
Word count: 461
A/N: Set several years pre-game. Prompt: Gizel/Sialeeds: mutual masturbation

She hadn’t meant to touch him. Yet, when face-to-face with Gizel, Sialeeds felt the distance between the two of them closing automatically, her hand reaching to brush behind his neck as their lips met.

Their kiss lingered, deepened, and Sialeeds knew what it would lead to if they allowed themselves to follow their urges. “We can’t,” she said, pulling back, pushing him away. “I can’t get pregnant.” It was an unnecessary reminder; the agreement with her sister hung heavy over them both, even here in the privacy of Gizel‘s study, where no prying eyes could see. It was the reason she had to say goodbye.

“I know,” Gizel murmured, reaching up to lightly touch her hair, those silver curls spilling down over her shoulders like waves on the Feitas. “I know,” he repeated, dropping his eyes. His jaw set, his face slipping into the mask he wore for the sake of diplomacy.

Sialeeds grabbed his wrist, fixing a stern look on him. “Don’t.”

He looked up, quirking an eyebrow. “Don’t frown so.” Gizel’s tone was lighter now. “You’ll have wrinkles before your time.”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “You’re such a bastard.” Her fingers tightened around his captured wrist and she jerked him forward and kissed him again. Moving slowly backwards, Sialeeds trailed her other hand down his front, cupping him through his trousers. The backs of her calves met his davenport, and she less sat than threw herself down backward, releasing his wrist as she went. Already Gizel’s hands were at his trousers, unbuttoning, as he began to lower himself over her.

Again her hand was at his chest, keeping him at a slight distance. “Not that.” She exhaled, reaching up to pull down his trousers and take him in one hand, while with the other she flipped up her skirts. “This.” She stroked him firmly with her hand, at the same time subtly spreading her thighs and inclining her hips a bit.

Gizel’s eyebrow raised just slightly, and he gave one sharp nod, tugging off his white gloves, one at a time and in no particular hurry. It was one of the things Sialeeds hated about him, how her fiancé--no, ex-fiancé now--could remain so collected even under such circumstances. She shuddered slightly when she finally felt his touch between her thighs, the skin so warm and surprisingly rough, calloused with long hours of sword practice. A finger brushed her, whisper-soft, then hesitated.

“Is this really enough for you?” he said softly, his breathing already growing husky in reaction to what she was doing with her hands.

She gave a sharp laugh, devoid of any mirth. “This will never be enough.” Sialeeds sighed, tossing back her head as Gizel‘s fingers set to work. “But it’s all that we can have.”