Dragon Quest VIII ( Angelo/Jessica)
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kinkfestTitle: Second Thoughts
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: nudity
Word count: 1,742
Summary: Angelo worries about Jessica after she goes under cover in a bunny suit.
Prompt: #9. Dragon Quest VIII, Angelo/Jessica: Bunnygirl!Jessica - "Not. One. Word."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Second Thoughts
“Not. One. Word.”
Jessica had turned from the mirror where she’d glowered at her reflection to glare at him, anger in her eyes. He’d leered at her. It had been hard not to the way the bunny suit had hugged her ample curves and clung to her large breasts and tight backside. Oh, she’d been a sight to see, all right.
It hadn’t dawned on him at the time that they were actually sending her into danger. No, he’d been too busy thinking with something other than his brain, wishing he could peel the bunny suit off of her and do something other than look at her. She’d been delicious, that’s what she’d been.
But, now she was gone. Lost. And it was all their fault.
All my fault. He could have protested when she volunteered to infiltrate the seedy club, could have suggested that they crash in and take what they wanted instead of allowing her to endanger herself that way.
But, he’d been more concerned with looking than acting and now he was left worrying about her, wondering if they’d be able to find her and what condition she’d be in if they did.
“Don’t worry.” Eight’s hand fell on his shoulder. “We’ll find her.”
Angelo tightened his grip on the coil of whip they’d found earlier in the day, lying at the entrance to the cave. “We shouldn’t have allowed her to...”
“Somebody had to go in,” Yangus croaked from behind them, “and you’d have looked awful funny wearing that bunny suit.”
Angelo turned, fist raised, but Eight stepped between them, pushing him back. “Fighting amongst ourselves isn’t going to bring her back. We’ve got to keep our heads.”
Angelo turned away; Eight’s voice faded as he stomped on ahead. He hung the whip at his belt, wishing he’d left the others in town and come looking for Jessica alone. They hadn’t been any help up to this point, though he knew he’d be happy to have them if he ran into a fight.
Silence overtook him as long strides left them behind. He fell into troubled thoughts, imagined all the horrible things the thugs could be doing to Jessica. If she’s still alive.
Nightmarish images haunted him all the way to a turn in the cavern hall. By that time, the realization that he’d denied his feelings for her too long had joined them and he vowed that if he found her safe, he’d voice them. If not, he’d make those who had harmed her pay.
He didn’t see the first toxic corpse until it had its teeth buried in the sleeve of his jacket. By that time a small army of the undead had sprung up from the packed dirt around him. They lumbered forward while he struggled to free himself from the grasp of the first and he managed to count at least eight of the vile creatures.
Goddess. Drawing his holy silver rapier, he ran the corpse through, unsurprised when it staggered back, but didn’t fall. The undead were difficult to kill and he cursed the fact that he had no spells at his disposal with which to destroy them. Whirling, he side-stepped its next attack, slicing the monster in half before he dropped back a step and pivoted to face the oncoming horde.
He’d disemboweled the lead creature--slowing it down, but not stopping it--before a high-pitched whir and a blaze of heat made him drop to a crouch, just in time to avoid a swirl of fire as it whizzed past. The flametang boomerang took out the front four corpses, leaving only a pile of cinders where they’d once stood. The back five--Angelo had underestimated their numbers-- staggered, then stopped as flames spread across their bodies, but stumbled forward again once the fire died.
“Go!” Yangus pushed them both forward, toward a narrow side tunnel Angelo hadn’t noticed before. I’ll take care of these ‘ere buggers.”
No sooner had they entered the low-ceilinged passageway than the Templar caught a blur of movement from the corner of his eye. Without speaking, he nudged Eight, then dropped into a casting stance and hit the quick moving shadow with kafuddle.
It was human, a burly man with thinning hair and worn clothes. Angelo jerked his right arm from the ground and peeled back his sleeve to reveal a blood red tattoo on the underside of his forearm.
Eight made a low, angry sound deep in his throat.
Angelo peered up at him. “Looks like we’re on the right track.”
#
They didn’t wait for their captive to return to his senses, but plodded forward, the unlucky man thrown over Yangus’ shoulder like a sack of old potatoes. They went in silent. Angelo and Eight kept their weapons ready, but it wasn’t long before the cave widened, the ceiling grew higher, and daylight trickled into the tunnel.
The second their prisoner stirred, Yangus threw him to the ground with a snort of disgust. “You’d better start talking, eh, or we won’t find no use to keep you alive.”
“Where is she?” Angelo hauled the man to his feet with a fistful of the thug’s dirty shirt. Before the man could respond, the Templar thrust the point of his rapier into the soft spot of the ruffian’s throat, just beneath his chin. “I hope, for your sake, that you don’t suffer from memory lapses. It would be a shame to dirty my blade on the likes of you.”
#
It had taken more than words to convince the scoundrel to come clean, but in the end, he’d led them to the secret passage, leaving only a minor trail of blood behind. They’d bound him and gagged him, leaving him where none of his comrades would free him or kill him from spite, promising to return for him once they’d found Jessica.
Angelo wasn’t so inclined to follow through on a promise to such a piece of scum, but Eight, he knew, would return for the man as soon as they’d completed their quest. That eased his guilt as he reminded himself perhaps he was not as charitable as a Templar should be.
Only five big men guarded the entrance. Eight took them out with a power throw, just enough damage to put them out of the way, but not enough to kill them. If Jessica hadn’t managed to extract the information they needed, it was possible they might need the men alive.
There was no sign of her and for a moment, Angelo’s heart fell. He searched the hideout, overturning crates and barrels, moving canvas covered boxes until he discovered a hidden door, almost impossible to detect along a crudely built wall.
He pounded shoulder first into the stout door with enough force to send him staggering back a step, holding his shoulder.
“Let me see,” Eight offered, laying one glowing hand on the injury in spite of Angelo’s protests.
“I’ll take care of that door,” Yangus offered, shifting his axe back and forth between his broad hands.
Angelo watched anxiously as Yangus split the door with one mighty blow, then pulled free from Eight in spite of the guard’s continued attempts to heal him. There was no time for healing, no time to pat Yangus on the back, though he nodded his thanks to the big man as he shoved his way past him and into the room beyond.
Though sparse on furnishings, it was strangely homey with a table and chairs, a respectable sized ice chest, and a small bed nestled up against one stone wall. Jessica stood in the center of the room, her bunny suit awry and stained with dirt.
Angelo could only imagine what she’d done to the three thugs spread out unconscious on the floor around her, but he guessed she’d sizzled them from the looks of the singed hair and the faint smell of smoke that permeated the room.
“What took you so long?” She glared at him, hands on hips, just like she had before she’d left.
When relief robbed him of his voice, Angelo offered her the whip from his belt. “We—I—found this.” Before he could stop them, the words tumbled from his lips. “I was so worried about you. I thought…I thought…”
“Worried?” The annoyance settled into a frown, but the anger in her eyes faded to question. “About me?”
“Yes, about you.” His cheeks flushed with warmth. “Who else would I worry about?”
“He was even wishing he’d been the one to put on the bunny suit himself,” Yangus guffawed from the doorway. “Wouldn’t that have been cute?” He turned to Eight. “Can’t you just see him all pretty with his hair up in pigtails like…”
Angelo kicked the door shut, the heat in his cheeks growing.
“You were really worried about me?” Jessica tossed her whip onto the bed before crossing the distance that separated them.
Angelo dropped his eyes. “I came after you, didn’t I?”
“And you’re sure it wasn’t just guilt?”
When he raised his eyes, she was close, too close for his comfort. His eyes settled onto her cleavage. He couldn’t help it. He strained at his pants.
He raised his eyes quickly, but knew she’d caught him looking. “I felt bad about making you go,” he admitted, “but I was really worried that something had happened. I was afraid…” He stopped. He had been afraid, deathly afraid. “I was afraid I’d never see you again.”
She considered a moment, the frown turning into a smile. “You know, that’s quite possibly the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“I’m sure I’ve said other things that were nice,” he protested, unwilling to believe he was always a cad.
“No.” She shook her head, tossing her pigtails. “That has to be the nicest.” She glanced toward the door. “How long do you think looking for the map will keep them busy?”
Angelo’s breath quickened. “How long do you want it to keep them busy?”
Jessica brushed up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I guess that depends on you.”
Before he could answer, before he could even speculate as to what she had in mind, she’d pulled away, but not far. Just far enough that she could unfasten the bunny suit and step out of it, leaving him to ponder how much magic it would take to keep their comrades busy the rest of the afternoon.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: nudity
Word count: 1,742
Summary: Angelo worries about Jessica after she goes under cover in a bunny suit.
Prompt: #9. Dragon Quest VIII, Angelo/Jessica: Bunnygirl!Jessica - "Not. One. Word."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Second Thoughts
“Not. One. Word.”
Jessica had turned from the mirror where she’d glowered at her reflection to glare at him, anger in her eyes. He’d leered at her. It had been hard not to the way the bunny suit had hugged her ample curves and clung to her large breasts and tight backside. Oh, she’d been a sight to see, all right.
It hadn’t dawned on him at the time that they were actually sending her into danger. No, he’d been too busy thinking with something other than his brain, wishing he could peel the bunny suit off of her and do something other than look at her. She’d been delicious, that’s what she’d been.
But, now she was gone. Lost. And it was all their fault.
All my fault. He could have protested when she volunteered to infiltrate the seedy club, could have suggested that they crash in and take what they wanted instead of allowing her to endanger herself that way.
But, he’d been more concerned with looking than acting and now he was left worrying about her, wondering if they’d be able to find her and what condition she’d be in if they did.
“Don’t worry.” Eight’s hand fell on his shoulder. “We’ll find her.”
Angelo tightened his grip on the coil of whip they’d found earlier in the day, lying at the entrance to the cave. “We shouldn’t have allowed her to...”
“Somebody had to go in,” Yangus croaked from behind them, “and you’d have looked awful funny wearing that bunny suit.”
Angelo turned, fist raised, but Eight stepped between them, pushing him back. “Fighting amongst ourselves isn’t going to bring her back. We’ve got to keep our heads.”
Angelo turned away; Eight’s voice faded as he stomped on ahead. He hung the whip at his belt, wishing he’d left the others in town and come looking for Jessica alone. They hadn’t been any help up to this point, though he knew he’d be happy to have them if he ran into a fight.
Silence overtook him as long strides left them behind. He fell into troubled thoughts, imagined all the horrible things the thugs could be doing to Jessica. If she’s still alive.
Nightmarish images haunted him all the way to a turn in the cavern hall. By that time, the realization that he’d denied his feelings for her too long had joined them and he vowed that if he found her safe, he’d voice them. If not, he’d make those who had harmed her pay.
He didn’t see the first toxic corpse until it had its teeth buried in the sleeve of his jacket. By that time a small army of the undead had sprung up from the packed dirt around him. They lumbered forward while he struggled to free himself from the grasp of the first and he managed to count at least eight of the vile creatures.
Goddess. Drawing his holy silver rapier, he ran the corpse through, unsurprised when it staggered back, but didn’t fall. The undead were difficult to kill and he cursed the fact that he had no spells at his disposal with which to destroy them. Whirling, he side-stepped its next attack, slicing the monster in half before he dropped back a step and pivoted to face the oncoming horde.
He’d disemboweled the lead creature--slowing it down, but not stopping it--before a high-pitched whir and a blaze of heat made him drop to a crouch, just in time to avoid a swirl of fire as it whizzed past. The flametang boomerang took out the front four corpses, leaving only a pile of cinders where they’d once stood. The back five--Angelo had underestimated their numbers-- staggered, then stopped as flames spread across their bodies, but stumbled forward again once the fire died.
“Go!” Yangus pushed them both forward, toward a narrow side tunnel Angelo hadn’t noticed before. I’ll take care of these ‘ere buggers.”
No sooner had they entered the low-ceilinged passageway than the Templar caught a blur of movement from the corner of his eye. Without speaking, he nudged Eight, then dropped into a casting stance and hit the quick moving shadow with kafuddle.
It was human, a burly man with thinning hair and worn clothes. Angelo jerked his right arm from the ground and peeled back his sleeve to reveal a blood red tattoo on the underside of his forearm.
Eight made a low, angry sound deep in his throat.
Angelo peered up at him. “Looks like we’re on the right track.”
#
They didn’t wait for their captive to return to his senses, but plodded forward, the unlucky man thrown over Yangus’ shoulder like a sack of old potatoes. They went in silent. Angelo and Eight kept their weapons ready, but it wasn’t long before the cave widened, the ceiling grew higher, and daylight trickled into the tunnel.
The second their prisoner stirred, Yangus threw him to the ground with a snort of disgust. “You’d better start talking, eh, or we won’t find no use to keep you alive.”
“Where is she?” Angelo hauled the man to his feet with a fistful of the thug’s dirty shirt. Before the man could respond, the Templar thrust the point of his rapier into the soft spot of the ruffian’s throat, just beneath his chin. “I hope, for your sake, that you don’t suffer from memory lapses. It would be a shame to dirty my blade on the likes of you.”
#
It had taken more than words to convince the scoundrel to come clean, but in the end, he’d led them to the secret passage, leaving only a minor trail of blood behind. They’d bound him and gagged him, leaving him where none of his comrades would free him or kill him from spite, promising to return for him once they’d found Jessica.
Angelo wasn’t so inclined to follow through on a promise to such a piece of scum, but Eight, he knew, would return for the man as soon as they’d completed their quest. That eased his guilt as he reminded himself perhaps he was not as charitable as a Templar should be.
Only five big men guarded the entrance. Eight took them out with a power throw, just enough damage to put them out of the way, but not enough to kill them. If Jessica hadn’t managed to extract the information they needed, it was possible they might need the men alive.
There was no sign of her and for a moment, Angelo’s heart fell. He searched the hideout, overturning crates and barrels, moving canvas covered boxes until he discovered a hidden door, almost impossible to detect along a crudely built wall.
He pounded shoulder first into the stout door with enough force to send him staggering back a step, holding his shoulder.
“Let me see,” Eight offered, laying one glowing hand on the injury in spite of Angelo’s protests.
“I’ll take care of that door,” Yangus offered, shifting his axe back and forth between his broad hands.
Angelo watched anxiously as Yangus split the door with one mighty blow, then pulled free from Eight in spite of the guard’s continued attempts to heal him. There was no time for healing, no time to pat Yangus on the back, though he nodded his thanks to the big man as he shoved his way past him and into the room beyond.
Though sparse on furnishings, it was strangely homey with a table and chairs, a respectable sized ice chest, and a small bed nestled up against one stone wall. Jessica stood in the center of the room, her bunny suit awry and stained with dirt.
Angelo could only imagine what she’d done to the three thugs spread out unconscious on the floor around her, but he guessed she’d sizzled them from the looks of the singed hair and the faint smell of smoke that permeated the room.
“What took you so long?” She glared at him, hands on hips, just like she had before she’d left.
When relief robbed him of his voice, Angelo offered her the whip from his belt. “We—I—found this.” Before he could stop them, the words tumbled from his lips. “I was so worried about you. I thought…I thought…”
“Worried?” The annoyance settled into a frown, but the anger in her eyes faded to question. “About me?”
“Yes, about you.” His cheeks flushed with warmth. “Who else would I worry about?”
“He was even wishing he’d been the one to put on the bunny suit himself,” Yangus guffawed from the doorway. “Wouldn’t that have been cute?” He turned to Eight. “Can’t you just see him all pretty with his hair up in pigtails like…”
Angelo kicked the door shut, the heat in his cheeks growing.
“You were really worried about me?” Jessica tossed her whip onto the bed before crossing the distance that separated them.
Angelo dropped his eyes. “I came after you, didn’t I?”
“And you’re sure it wasn’t just guilt?”
When he raised his eyes, she was close, too close for his comfort. His eyes settled onto her cleavage. He couldn’t help it. He strained at his pants.
He raised his eyes quickly, but knew she’d caught him looking. “I felt bad about making you go,” he admitted, “but I was really worried that something had happened. I was afraid…” He stopped. He had been afraid, deathly afraid. “I was afraid I’d never see you again.”
She considered a moment, the frown turning into a smile. “You know, that’s quite possibly the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“I’m sure I’ve said other things that were nice,” he protested, unwilling to believe he was always a cad.
“No.” She shook her head, tossing her pigtails. “That has to be the nicest.” She glanced toward the door. “How long do you think looking for the map will keep them busy?”
Angelo’s breath quickened. “How long do you want it to keep them busy?”
Jessica brushed up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I guess that depends on you.”
Before he could answer, before he could even speculate as to what she had in mind, she’d pulled away, but not far. Just far enough that she could unfasten the bunny suit and step out of it, leaving him to ponder how much magic it would take to keep their comrades busy the rest of the afternoon.
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