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Final Fantasy XII (Ashe/Vossler)
Title: Familiar
Author: Laylah
Rating: PG?
Word count: 257
Summary: She moves against him like she's dancing.
The first time he was this close to Her Highness the princess, she was fourteen. He was thirty-two. He had known her since she was far younger. It was her idea, and he remembers the basics if not the specifics of the argument she used. She wasn't comfortable moving in long skirts, she told him, breathless, blushing. She needed to practice before the midsummer ball. She wouldn't want to embarrass herself, when she was due to meet her fiance.
Vossler remembers how delicate Ashe felt in his arms then: the way she trembled, the way she stumbled against him, the way she clung to his shoulders. He thought at the time that it was simple nervousness, but now --
"My lady," Vossler says stiffly, unable to hide his surprise. His hands settle at Ashe's waist despite his best intentions. Her arms are draped around his shoulders; she sways against him. "This is -- too familiar, too --"
"Vossler," she says. She is still slender, but no longer delicate, and she does not tremble as she meets his eyes. "If I cannot be familiar with you, who else is left to me?" Her fingers twine in the hairs at the nape of his neck and tug gently.
He should stop her, should step back, should refuse this for both of their sakes, but she moves against him like she's dancing, slow and rhythmic, and her eyes are so hopeful. "If you're certain," he says.
She doesn't say a word, but the press of her mouth to his is answer enough.
Author: Laylah
Rating: PG?
Word count: 257
Summary: She moves against him like she's dancing.
The first time he was this close to Her Highness the princess, she was fourteen. He was thirty-two. He had known her since she was far younger. It was her idea, and he remembers the basics if not the specifics of the argument she used. She wasn't comfortable moving in long skirts, she told him, breathless, blushing. She needed to practice before the midsummer ball. She wouldn't want to embarrass herself, when she was due to meet her fiance.
Vossler remembers how delicate Ashe felt in his arms then: the way she trembled, the way she stumbled against him, the way she clung to his shoulders. He thought at the time that it was simple nervousness, but now --
"My lady," Vossler says stiffly, unable to hide his surprise. His hands settle at Ashe's waist despite his best intentions. Her arms are draped around his shoulders; she sways against him. "This is -- too familiar, too --"
"Vossler," she says. She is still slender, but no longer delicate, and she does not tremble as she meets his eyes. "If I cannot be familiar with you, who else is left to me?" Her fingers twine in the hairs at the nape of his neck and tug gently.
He should stop her, should step back, should refuse this for both of their sakes, but she moves against him like she's dancing, slow and rhythmic, and her eyes are so hopeful. "If you're certain," he says.
She doesn't say a word, but the press of her mouth to his is answer enough.
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...And I can't wait to get done with all my challenge stories, so I can really sit down with some Ashe/Basch or Ashe/Vossler and indulge in it. mmmm. ^^
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...Fandom needs to chip in and buy you a PS2. ^_~
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I really must pry the game out of the boyfriend's paws and start playing it.
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Thank you!
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(and the hair at the nape of his neck of gods)
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And that gesture is definitely a facet of Ashe, the use of her body and the bodies of others with such violence and abandon and guh. She is all about the tugging and the abrasion and it's latent and hot.
Which reminds me--I finished the thing that I said I would credit you and
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Rock. Yeah, FFEX is going to be fun--I signed on to do a beta's gift as well and it's giving me trouble, but I've been done with the firsts for a while. I really commend the people running that challenge.
And so you need not hunt for the A/b:
The long one (5600 words): Mordhau. (http://community.livejournal.com/ffxii_fic/69461.html) Tourney swords and a private training hall. Best out of seven.
The short one (430 words): Restraint. (http://mithrigil.livejournal.com/259775.html#cutid1) In which our heroine opens with the phrase, "Hold my hands behind my back."
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...Mostly because it makes him even more with the OH GOD I'M GOING TO HELL. :D
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as badly as I do" ^^no subject
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I love the contrast here between small nervous Ashe and grown confident Ashe and oh, Ashe/Vossler is hot like burning. ♥ ♥ Especially this:
If I cannot be familiar with you, who else is left to me?" Her fingers twine in the hairs at the nape of his neck and tug gently.
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And hair-pulling. It goes so well with her. mmmmmm.
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I figure that's them pretty much.
Ashe says *tug tug*
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Thank you, FFXII, for canon!age diference to play with. And thank you, Laylah, for this glimpse!
Ashe: *begins casting DOOM*
Vossler: *takes hit of DOOM. Won't recover.*
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...who cannot resist his princess. mmmm.
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(I'll also chime in on the hair because alsdkfmna.)
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But seriously. Sign me up for that Dalmascan army.Are you talking about Advantage?
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Hells yes, me too. I'd take her orders any day.yesssss. I am hoping there will be more to follow. unf unf.
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Also, check yr email -- we have questions for you about Fanime & payment.
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