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

Title: Playing Games
Author/Artist: dragovianknight
Rating: soft R
Warnings: None
Word count: 451 words
Prompt: Dragon Quest VIII - Jessica/Angelo: Costumes - "All right, Angelo. Now YOU dress up for ME."

"Your ears are crooked."

Jessica shot Angelo an over-the-shoulder look that warned him not to push his luck, but reached up and straightened the bunny ears anyway. "There," she said, turning fully to face him. He was sprawled on the bed, not bothering to hide a grin that was almost a leer, and she would have protested if his open shirt hadn't invited her to come run her hands over his skin instead. With an effort, she remembered what she'd been saying, and planted her hands on her hips. "I've done it. Now I want you to dress up for me."

"And what would you like me to dress up as? A pirate, perhaps? I'm sure Eight would let me borrow Captain Crow's hat." She could almost feel his eyes running over her body, following every curve and contour the way the indecently snug fabric of the bunny suit did. "I could take you prisoner, ravish you while we're on the high seas..."

"A bit difficult to do, if you're only going to lie there," she interrupted, crossing to the bed and climbing onto it. She straddled his hips, not touching him; she could feel the heat of his body anyway, so thin was the fabric covering her. "Maybe I should be the one to dress up as the pirate. You could be my cabin boy."

His breath came faster, and he wasn't leering now. "And what use would you make of me, captain?" he asked, his voice not quite steady, impossibly blue eyes peering up through silver lashes.

Jessica leaned forward, hands braced on his shoulders. "Well, to start, I wouldn't let you wear a shirt," she said, leaning down to kiss his chest. The headband holding the bunny ears slipped, shattering the mood, and she reached up, tugging them off with a laugh. "And I'd make you wear these ridiculous things."

She expected him to protest when she slid the band onto his head, but he just asked, "What do you think?"

"I think they go with your hair," she teased. She leaned down and captured his lips; his hands slid up the backs of her thighs, and for long moments nothing existed but the heat of his mouth against hers, and the heat of his hands on her nearly-bare skin.

She was lying atop him by the time they parted; it took her a moment to manage, "And I think we've wasted more than enough time on these silly games."

"I disagree." He toyed with her bunny tail, then his hand slid back, clever fingers moving between her legs, stroking and teasing as if the thin fabric wasn't even there. "I think the games are only just beginning."