kinkfest | Dragon Quest VIII (Eight/Angelo/Jessica) (Reply)

Title: Winter Games
Author/Artist: dragovianknight
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word count: 638 words
Prompt: Dragon Quest VIII, Eight/Angelo/Jessica: Outdoors/Sexplay in the snow - "Snowball fight!"

It was like everything else involving the three of them: unplanned, possibly a bad idea, and entirely Angelo's fault.

The darkodile had taken them unawares, striking while the grey sunset cast grey shadows across the grey landscape. Eight and Angelo had both fallen under its first attack, and fear - for them, rather than Yangus and herself - had lent power to Jessica's magic, so that a mountain of ice enveloped the monster when she cast kacrackle. The spell held only a moment before the darkodile burst free in a blast of cold wind and tiny chips of ice, but by then Yangus was in position, axe raised to strike the death blow.

She was at Angelo's side almost before the thing had fallen. He stirred at her touch; relief washed through her, and she helped him sit up while Yangus cast a heal spell on Eight.

Angelo leaned against her shoulder for a moment, then he looked around with a puzzled expression that turned to a smile as he asked, "A bit of overkill, Jess?"

"What?" She frowned at him, then saw what had caught his attention. The area around them was covered with ice, from chunks the size of her fist to sparkling stretches powdered so fine they resembled snow, enough so that even the oppressive air of the Godbird's Island was cooled. She laughed, giddy with relief, and reached over to scoop some of the ice onto her fingertips and flick it at him. "I had to do something, what with you and Eight being worthless."

"Worthless, are we?" Angelo asked, and before she guessed what he was up to he'd snagged a handful of fine-shattered ice and shoved it down her blouse.

Jessica shrieked like a child and scrambled backwards, packing a handful the fine powder into a snowball without giving her retaliation any thought. Angelo ducked sideways; the snowball exploded off his shoulder and splattered against Eight. He joined the fray with enthusiasm if no skill, then Yangus was laughing at them and King Trode was hopping up and down on the seat of the wagon, demanding to know just how hard they'd all hit their fool heads.

They ignored him.

When their fingers were aching from digging in the cold, and Yangus had decided to distract Trode by setting up camp, Jessica and Eight wordlessly decided Angelo's gloves gave him far too great an advantage. Eight caught Angelo around the waist and tumbled him conveniently off the ice and into the tall grass, distracting him with a kiss while Jessica stole his gloves. And the jacket had to come off too, of course, though that was a bit more difficult to manage with nearly numb fingers and Eight's body in the way.

Luckily, Angelo's sense of fair play led him to untangle his hand from Eight's hair and unfasten his clothing himself.

Jessica immediately slid her hands between the two men, under Angelo's shirt and against the warm skin of his stomach. He gasped and jerked in reaction, and it was her turn to be pulled down and distracted. The three of them lay tangled together, declaring a truce with hands and mouths, until Eight said, "We should probably go back before Yangus comes looking for us."

"Surely Yangus has more sense than that," Jessica said.

"King Trode doesn't."

"At least, thanks to Jessica, it should be cool enough tonight that sharing blankets will be no hardship."

"Mmm." Jessica pressed a reluctant final kiss against Angelo's chest and sat up. "One of the advantages of cold weather."

Angelo squeezed one cold-hardened nipple through her damp blouse. "Along with snowball fights." He grinned, and she swatted his hand away.

"It doesn't snow around Trodain," Eight sighed.

He sounded so wistful that Jessica leaned across Angelo to kiss him, fingers carding through his hair. "It does in Alexandria."