Final Fantasy VI (Locke/Celes/Setzer)
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kinkfestTitle: Foreplay
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: m/f/m graphic sex
Word count: 2,628
Summary: Setzer makes a sex-filled bet with Locke and Celes.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes/Setzer: Bondage/Opulent setting - Velvet couch, satin pillows, silk scarves and leather gloves
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Foreplay
Locke had never seen anything like it. The house was a thief’s dream, furnished in antiques, the walls hung with expensive art and tapestries that must have cost thousands of gil. Even the knick knacks and the odds and ends that made the opulent setting complete cost more money than he’d seen in his entire lifetime.
How Setzer had gotten his hands on such a place--if it was really his, which Locke was beginning to doubt--was beyond him. While the gambler seemed competent enough at his profession, while he never seemed to be hurting for money, he’d never, in his wildest dreams, expected their comrade to come home to this.
Celes seemed almost as dumbstruck as he was, though he couldn’t help but notice that she was hiding her feelings much better than he was hiding his surprise. She seemed almost suspicious of Setzer’s motives in bringing them here and her instincts were usually right on the money.
“What do you think of this place?” he asked in a whisper, moving over to stand beside her.
“Explains a lot,” she muttered under her breath, “maybe even why he takes the things he wants, but can’t have.”
“Maria.”
The general nodded.
Locke wasn’t sure he liked the implications. “What do you think he wants with us?”
“Certainly not to impress us.” Her shoulders rose and fell. “He’s had plenty of time for that already.”
Locke grinned, wondering if they’d be spending the night or heading back out immediately to catch up with the others. “I’d sure like to get a look at the bedrooms.”
“I’m sure you would.”
The smile that flickered at the corners of Celes’ mouth only increased Locke’s desire for her. “Not alone, of course.”
This time, she looked at him, desire haunting the depths of her eyes. “Wouldn’t be any fun that way.” The smile became a grin as she captured his hand, turned it over, examined the fingers. “Unless you’ve been working on developing some strength in those hands.”
“Bitch.” He laughed, dragging his hand free of her grip. But, just barely. She was stronger than she looked and he often wondered whether it was natural training, or the dose of magicite the Empire had filled her with when she was younger.
Still, the strength only made her more desirable. As if she didn’t have enough working for her already. Though the blond hair pulled back from her face was stained with battlefield dirt and grime, it did nothing to detract from her overall beauty. The armor she wore did little to hide her voluptuous curves. He’d always wondered why the Empire had felt the need to use her as a weapon of war instead of just planting her in the middle of the battlefield, naked, as a distraction to all the male soldiers, and watching the chaos that ensued.
She, of course, would murder him if he ever voiced such thoughts, so he kept them to himself, knowing that she could outfight him, outcast him, out-love him any day of the week. He just wondered, when their quest was over and the battle won or lost, whether there were any real feelings between them, or only those that arose of the need from being thrown together during war.
A small frown marred her forehead, drew her brows down toward her nose. “I know that expression, Locke. What’s wrong now?”
He shook it off, the concerns, the question. “Nothing.” Setzer’s arrival at the far end of the room broke off any chance Celes had to question him further. “Maybe we’ll get some answers now.”
“How do you like my place?” he asked with a broad sweep of his arms. There was something distant in his manner, something out-of-touch with the world the house depicted.
“Won it in a poker game?” Celes asked, breaking from Locke’s side.
That won a smile that quirked the corners of Setzer’s mouth before settling across his face. “There’s so much more to me than you could ever possibly know.”
She walked right up to him, looked him in the eye before turning on her heel to strut back across the spacious parlor. “I know you’re pretty good with those cards.” She stopped to look over her shoulder with a wry grin. “At least in battle.”
“I’m good in other ways, too.” Setzer followed her as she set back out across the room.
Locke wasn’t sure he liked the way the gambler looked at the general, the tone of the conversation, the light of lust in his eye.
“I’m sure you are.”
Celes’ smile was a little too inviting for Locke’s comfort, but he wasn’t sure how to interfere without engaging in full-fledged war with Setzer. None of them needed to end up dead or wounded, though he was sure Celes would have more than a little to say about them dick-sizing in ways that could hurt them all.
“What about a little wager?” Setzer’s smile became almost predatory. With a look over his shoulder, he included Locke in his little bet.
“What did you have in mind?” Locke asked, thankful for the opportunity to enter the conversation without looking obvious. He strolled across the room, planting himself beside Celes without, he hoped, looking confrontational.
“A little fun.” Setzer smiled a wicked smile. “And games.”
Celes crossed her arms. “The stakes?”
“A night of pleasure.”
One eyebrow rose as she appraised him. “The prize?”
“Your freedom.”
#
Locke wasn’t quite clear on who had disrobed who, but once the various pieces of clothing and armor had hit the floor, they’d had much more important issues on their minds. Celes was the obvious focus of attention, her quiet ease with nudity, her luscious breasts, tight abs, the swell of her hips, drew them both to her as if she was a magnet.
Setzer had nothing to be ashamed of either, but it wasn’t so much his physique that made Locke uneasy as it was the items he held in his hands. The jewel-studded straps--inlaid with gold buckles--reflected the candle light that flooded their little corner of the opulent room. There was something about them that troubled Celes; he could see that from the dark look in her eyes. And, yet, she’d wagered and he knew, like he knew the sun would fail to rise if they didn’t catch Kefka, that she’d never go back on a bet.
“These aren’t for you,” Setzer assured her, throwing them over his arm as he toyed with the brightly colored silk scarves and pulled on the supple leather gloves. “These are for Locke...” His eyes sought Locke’s. “If you think you’re up to it, old boy?”
Locke bristled, but didn’t take the bait.
“Maybe...” His gaze drifted back to Celes. “You’ll change your mind after you see how much fun it really is.”
She snorted, a very un-feminine sound, but made no protest, when Setzer held out the bonds to her. Her eyes darted to Locke’s, watching him, waiting, he guessed, for some response.
He nodded. He trusted her, even if he wasn’t completely sure he trusted Setzer. While the gambler had proven himself a powerful ally in battle, he had more secrets than the Empire had soldiers, and he didn’t like discovering them in ways like this.
He couldn’t complain about the accommodations, though, and he had wanted a chance to try out the bedrooms. The thought of Celes’ hands on him brought him to life as he joined her beside the plush, velvet couch. It was upholstered in rich burgundy, the color so deep it reminded him of spilt blood. Their lips met over the pile of satin pillows scattered at one end and then she bound him, wrists and ankles, with the leather straps, so tight there was no chance of escape.
“Your turn, love.” Setzer held up the colored silks for Celes’ approval.
Cheek pressed against a velvet pillow, Locke wrenched his body around the best he could until he could see them in his peripheral vision. Celes stood toe-to-toe with the gambler, eyeing the scarves with disdain.
“When this is over,” she promised in a quiet voice, “I’m going to kick your ass, Setzer.”
“By all means.” He turned to offer her his backside. “You can start now if...”
“Get on with it,” she snapped. “I want to rejoin the others by nightfall.”
The gambler looked strangely ill-at-ease. Locke couldn’t help but wondering if Celes’ confidence troubled him. He felt a burst of reassurance as the former general offered Setzer her wrists, her smile smug.
Instead of tying her, Setzer captured her, pressed his body against hers. He seized her lips, crushed them with his until she gasped for breath. Without waiting for invitation, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. His hands slid around her; his arms cradled her.
Jealousy stabbed at Locke’s heart, but it was nothing like the pain that centered in his groin. Watching Setzer’s chest smashed against Celes’ breasts, his cock pinned against her stomach, made Lock hard. He squirmed against the bonds that held him. While they were padded and caused him no pain, they’d been fastened so securely he could barely move.
In one swift movement, Setzer pinned Celes’ arms behind her back and looped a silk scarf of deepest purple around her wrists. She struggled and cursed, even questioned his lineage, but he’d tied her hands off before she could break free.
He stepped back to admire her. Locke couldn’t help but notice the faint flush that crept over her skin as her anger deepened.
“You look so much like her.” The gambler’s leather-clad hands roamed over her breasts, up to her shoulders, up to cup her face.
Maria. Was it still about Maria after all this time?
“I’m not Maria.” Celes turned her head when he sought to kiss her.
“No.” He sighed the word, his voice sad. “But...”
Suddenly, it all made sense. “This is her place,” Locke said, floundering against the cushions until he maneuvered onto one side so he could face them.
Setzer never looked at him. His eyes remained riveted on Celes, devouring every supple curve, every nuance of her body. “I’d thought...perhaps if she’d lived through...” His voice died.
And Locke couldn’t help but offer, “I’m sorry,” even though he was pissed as hell at the other man.
Celes’ head snapped back around to face Setzer, her eyes hard. “This won’t bring her back.”
For a moment, he looked lost. “I didn’t mean...” He swallowed hard. “I came hoping to find her and once we were here...” His shoulders rose and fell. “I thought we might make this little side trip more interesting.”
“Interesting.” Celes’ voice was flat.
“You resemble her, but...you’re much more magnificent than she ever was. She hadn’t your spirit or the fire that smolders in your eyes. And, her body...” His eyes closed, his hands dropped back to explore Celes’ breasts, to caress the curve of her hips. “Was never as finely muscled and perfect as yours.”
“You may be a genius,” she whispered, a hint of sympathy in her eyes, “but some part of you--some small part, Setzer--may be mad.”
His eyes opened so fast she gasped. One hand grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. “Mad?” When he stopped, he swung her around. “Perhaps after Daryll died, but now...” His voice grew bitter. “Just...alone.” He straightened. “You didn’t have to accept the wager, but...” He shrugged again. “I’ll understand if you lack the courage to follow through.”
She bristled at that, as Locke was sure Setzer had known she’d do. “Bastard.” The word wasn’t much more than a whisper and carried with it more challenge than anger.
Desire stirred in the pit of Locke’s stomach, forcing pain into his cock. It stiffened until it throbbed. He didn’t miss the look Celes’ shot him, nor the desire that burned in her eyes for him.
Setzer took her in his arms, kissed her lips, her chin, licked his way down her throat until his lips lingered in the hollow between her breasts. Her back arched. Head thrown back, she pressed her body to his. Locke didn’t miss the way the gambler responded, the way his cock rubbed against her.
Still intertwined in each other’s arms, they stumbled toward the sofa, toward Locke. To his surprise, Setzer pulled free of her long enough to regard him with interest.
“Ready, are we?” He knelt beside the sofa to take Locke’s cock in his long fingers. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes, no ignoring the depth of his breaths, the trembling of his fingers as they ran along Locke’s length.
Pushing the gambler aside, Celes nudged Locke with one knee, rolling him onto his back. Once she’d straddled him, she leaned forward to kiss him while Setzer climbed onto the sofa behind her.
“Be ready?” she whispered against Locke’s ear. Her tongue stroked along the outer curve before plunging inside.
The thief shuddered. He wanted to ask what she had planned, but Setzer was there behind her, leaning against her back. Large hands with graceful fingers reached around her, cupped her breasts; soft leather brushed her skin. Locke’s breath caught in his throat as Setzer’s fingers closed around Celes, as he thumbed the nipples and Celes’ legs tightened around him.
She nibbled her way down Locke’s throat and up to his lips while she moved back, brushing his penis lightly as she raised her hips. Setzer’s hands dropped from her breasts, moved down between them, grasping Locke, guiding him until she could lower herself onto him and tighten around him. She hesitated, then lurched forward and Locke knew Setzer had taken her from behind.
She rode Locke until he panted, his body trembling for release. With a grunt, he came inside her, only faintly aware that Setzer had moaned behind her. Caught in the throes of orgasm, he shuddered while Celes threw herself backward, knocking Setzer off the sofa where she fell atop him. With a jerk, she freed her arms while she rolled the gambler onto his stomach. Before he could rise, she’d restrained him with his own silk scarves, and then stood, pressing down on his back with one foot.
He struggled to turn his face, but with it pressed into the carpet, he could only mutter unintelligibly.
Celes pushed once more for good measure and then turned to free Locke. “Let’s get out of here.”
Setzer flopped himself onto one side to watch them. “You’re not going to leave me here like this.”
“You lost the bet,” Celes said without looking back.
Locke slipped into his clothes while Celes dressed and gathered up the pieces of her fallen armor. He was thankful he wasn’t Setzer right about now and hoped it took the gambler long enough to free himself that the warrior’s anger had faded by the time he returned to the airship.
They left him cursing as the door closed behind them and they stepped out onto the veranda overlooking a verdant valley below. For a moment, they shared the sunset.
“Come on,” she urged with a smile, tugging him toward the ladder that hung from the tethered airship. “I didn’t tie him tight; he’ll be free soon.”
Locke followed her into the airship, wondering about the rush. Once aboard, she pulled up the ladder behind them, dropped her armor, and stripped out of her clothes.
“I’m not finished yet,” she said, breathless as she pulled him down to the deck on top of her. Their lips met. She guided his hands to her breasts as she pressed against him. “And if you play your cards right, I might just let you tie me up and have your way with me.”
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: m/f/m graphic sex
Word count: 2,628
Summary: Setzer makes a sex-filled bet with Locke and Celes.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes/Setzer: Bondage/Opulent setting - Velvet couch, satin pillows, silk scarves and leather gloves
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Foreplay
Locke had never seen anything like it. The house was a thief’s dream, furnished in antiques, the walls hung with expensive art and tapestries that must have cost thousands of gil. Even the knick knacks and the odds and ends that made the opulent setting complete cost more money than he’d seen in his entire lifetime.
How Setzer had gotten his hands on such a place--if it was really his, which Locke was beginning to doubt--was beyond him. While the gambler seemed competent enough at his profession, while he never seemed to be hurting for money, he’d never, in his wildest dreams, expected their comrade to come home to this.
Celes seemed almost as dumbstruck as he was, though he couldn’t help but notice that she was hiding her feelings much better than he was hiding his surprise. She seemed almost suspicious of Setzer’s motives in bringing them here and her instincts were usually right on the money.
“What do you think of this place?” he asked in a whisper, moving over to stand beside her.
“Explains a lot,” she muttered under her breath, “maybe even why he takes the things he wants, but can’t have.”
“Maria.”
The general nodded.
Locke wasn’t sure he liked the implications. “What do you think he wants with us?”
“Certainly not to impress us.” Her shoulders rose and fell. “He’s had plenty of time for that already.”
Locke grinned, wondering if they’d be spending the night or heading back out immediately to catch up with the others. “I’d sure like to get a look at the bedrooms.”
“I’m sure you would.”
The smile that flickered at the corners of Celes’ mouth only increased Locke’s desire for her. “Not alone, of course.”
This time, she looked at him, desire haunting the depths of her eyes. “Wouldn’t be any fun that way.” The smile became a grin as she captured his hand, turned it over, examined the fingers. “Unless you’ve been working on developing some strength in those hands.”
“Bitch.” He laughed, dragging his hand free of her grip. But, just barely. She was stronger than she looked and he often wondered whether it was natural training, or the dose of magicite the Empire had filled her with when she was younger.
Still, the strength only made her more desirable. As if she didn’t have enough working for her already. Though the blond hair pulled back from her face was stained with battlefield dirt and grime, it did nothing to detract from her overall beauty. The armor she wore did little to hide her voluptuous curves. He’d always wondered why the Empire had felt the need to use her as a weapon of war instead of just planting her in the middle of the battlefield, naked, as a distraction to all the male soldiers, and watching the chaos that ensued.
She, of course, would murder him if he ever voiced such thoughts, so he kept them to himself, knowing that she could outfight him, outcast him, out-love him any day of the week. He just wondered, when their quest was over and the battle won or lost, whether there were any real feelings between them, or only those that arose of the need from being thrown together during war.
A small frown marred her forehead, drew her brows down toward her nose. “I know that expression, Locke. What’s wrong now?”
He shook it off, the concerns, the question. “Nothing.” Setzer’s arrival at the far end of the room broke off any chance Celes had to question him further. “Maybe we’ll get some answers now.”
“How do you like my place?” he asked with a broad sweep of his arms. There was something distant in his manner, something out-of-touch with the world the house depicted.
“Won it in a poker game?” Celes asked, breaking from Locke’s side.
That won a smile that quirked the corners of Setzer’s mouth before settling across his face. “There’s so much more to me than you could ever possibly know.”
She walked right up to him, looked him in the eye before turning on her heel to strut back across the spacious parlor. “I know you’re pretty good with those cards.” She stopped to look over her shoulder with a wry grin. “At least in battle.”
“I’m good in other ways, too.” Setzer followed her as she set back out across the room.
Locke wasn’t sure he liked the way the gambler looked at the general, the tone of the conversation, the light of lust in his eye.
“I’m sure you are.”
Celes’ smile was a little too inviting for Locke’s comfort, but he wasn’t sure how to interfere without engaging in full-fledged war with Setzer. None of them needed to end up dead or wounded, though he was sure Celes would have more than a little to say about them dick-sizing in ways that could hurt them all.
“What about a little wager?” Setzer’s smile became almost predatory. With a look over his shoulder, he included Locke in his little bet.
“What did you have in mind?” Locke asked, thankful for the opportunity to enter the conversation without looking obvious. He strolled across the room, planting himself beside Celes without, he hoped, looking confrontational.
“A little fun.” Setzer smiled a wicked smile. “And games.”
Celes crossed her arms. “The stakes?”
“A night of pleasure.”
One eyebrow rose as she appraised him. “The prize?”
“Your freedom.”
#
Locke wasn’t quite clear on who had disrobed who, but once the various pieces of clothing and armor had hit the floor, they’d had much more important issues on their minds. Celes was the obvious focus of attention, her quiet ease with nudity, her luscious breasts, tight abs, the swell of her hips, drew them both to her as if she was a magnet.
Setzer had nothing to be ashamed of either, but it wasn’t so much his physique that made Locke uneasy as it was the items he held in his hands. The jewel-studded straps--inlaid with gold buckles--reflected the candle light that flooded their little corner of the opulent room. There was something about them that troubled Celes; he could see that from the dark look in her eyes. And, yet, she’d wagered and he knew, like he knew the sun would fail to rise if they didn’t catch Kefka, that she’d never go back on a bet.
“These aren’t for you,” Setzer assured her, throwing them over his arm as he toyed with the brightly colored silk scarves and pulled on the supple leather gloves. “These are for Locke...” His eyes sought Locke’s. “If you think you’re up to it, old boy?”
Locke bristled, but didn’t take the bait.
“Maybe...” His gaze drifted back to Celes. “You’ll change your mind after you see how much fun it really is.”
She snorted, a very un-feminine sound, but made no protest, when Setzer held out the bonds to her. Her eyes darted to Locke’s, watching him, waiting, he guessed, for some response.
He nodded. He trusted her, even if he wasn’t completely sure he trusted Setzer. While the gambler had proven himself a powerful ally in battle, he had more secrets than the Empire had soldiers, and he didn’t like discovering them in ways like this.
He couldn’t complain about the accommodations, though, and he had wanted a chance to try out the bedrooms. The thought of Celes’ hands on him brought him to life as he joined her beside the plush, velvet couch. It was upholstered in rich burgundy, the color so deep it reminded him of spilt blood. Their lips met over the pile of satin pillows scattered at one end and then she bound him, wrists and ankles, with the leather straps, so tight there was no chance of escape.
“Your turn, love.” Setzer held up the colored silks for Celes’ approval.
Cheek pressed against a velvet pillow, Locke wrenched his body around the best he could until he could see them in his peripheral vision. Celes stood toe-to-toe with the gambler, eyeing the scarves with disdain.
“When this is over,” she promised in a quiet voice, “I’m going to kick your ass, Setzer.”
“By all means.” He turned to offer her his backside. “You can start now if...”
“Get on with it,” she snapped. “I want to rejoin the others by nightfall.”
The gambler looked strangely ill-at-ease. Locke couldn’t help but wondering if Celes’ confidence troubled him. He felt a burst of reassurance as the former general offered Setzer her wrists, her smile smug.
Instead of tying her, Setzer captured her, pressed his body against hers. He seized her lips, crushed them with his until she gasped for breath. Without waiting for invitation, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. His hands slid around her; his arms cradled her.
Jealousy stabbed at Locke’s heart, but it was nothing like the pain that centered in his groin. Watching Setzer’s chest smashed against Celes’ breasts, his cock pinned against her stomach, made Lock hard. He squirmed against the bonds that held him. While they were padded and caused him no pain, they’d been fastened so securely he could barely move.
In one swift movement, Setzer pinned Celes’ arms behind her back and looped a silk scarf of deepest purple around her wrists. She struggled and cursed, even questioned his lineage, but he’d tied her hands off before she could break free.
He stepped back to admire her. Locke couldn’t help but notice the faint flush that crept over her skin as her anger deepened.
“You look so much like her.” The gambler’s leather-clad hands roamed over her breasts, up to her shoulders, up to cup her face.
Maria. Was it still about Maria after all this time?
“I’m not Maria.” Celes turned her head when he sought to kiss her.
“No.” He sighed the word, his voice sad. “But...”
Suddenly, it all made sense. “This is her place,” Locke said, floundering against the cushions until he maneuvered onto one side so he could face them.
Setzer never looked at him. His eyes remained riveted on Celes, devouring every supple curve, every nuance of her body. “I’d thought...perhaps if she’d lived through...” His voice died.
And Locke couldn’t help but offer, “I’m sorry,” even though he was pissed as hell at the other man.
Celes’ head snapped back around to face Setzer, her eyes hard. “This won’t bring her back.”
For a moment, he looked lost. “I didn’t mean...” He swallowed hard. “I came hoping to find her and once we were here...” His shoulders rose and fell. “I thought we might make this little side trip more interesting.”
“Interesting.” Celes’ voice was flat.
“You resemble her, but...you’re much more magnificent than she ever was. She hadn’t your spirit or the fire that smolders in your eyes. And, her body...” His eyes closed, his hands dropped back to explore Celes’ breasts, to caress the curve of her hips. “Was never as finely muscled and perfect as yours.”
“You may be a genius,” she whispered, a hint of sympathy in her eyes, “but some part of you--some small part, Setzer--may be mad.”
His eyes opened so fast she gasped. One hand grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. “Mad?” When he stopped, he swung her around. “Perhaps after Daryll died, but now...” His voice grew bitter. “Just...alone.” He straightened. “You didn’t have to accept the wager, but...” He shrugged again. “I’ll understand if you lack the courage to follow through.”
She bristled at that, as Locke was sure Setzer had known she’d do. “Bastard.” The word wasn’t much more than a whisper and carried with it more challenge than anger.
Desire stirred in the pit of Locke’s stomach, forcing pain into his cock. It stiffened until it throbbed. He didn’t miss the look Celes’ shot him, nor the desire that burned in her eyes for him.
Setzer took her in his arms, kissed her lips, her chin, licked his way down her throat until his lips lingered in the hollow between her breasts. Her back arched. Head thrown back, she pressed her body to his. Locke didn’t miss the way the gambler responded, the way his cock rubbed against her.
Still intertwined in each other’s arms, they stumbled toward the sofa, toward Locke. To his surprise, Setzer pulled free of her long enough to regard him with interest.
“Ready, are we?” He knelt beside the sofa to take Locke’s cock in his long fingers. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes, no ignoring the depth of his breaths, the trembling of his fingers as they ran along Locke’s length.
Pushing the gambler aside, Celes nudged Locke with one knee, rolling him onto his back. Once she’d straddled him, she leaned forward to kiss him while Setzer climbed onto the sofa behind her.
“Be ready?” she whispered against Locke’s ear. Her tongue stroked along the outer curve before plunging inside.
The thief shuddered. He wanted to ask what she had planned, but Setzer was there behind her, leaning against her back. Large hands with graceful fingers reached around her, cupped her breasts; soft leather brushed her skin. Locke’s breath caught in his throat as Setzer’s fingers closed around Celes, as he thumbed the nipples and Celes’ legs tightened around him.
She nibbled her way down Locke’s throat and up to his lips while she moved back, brushing his penis lightly as she raised her hips. Setzer’s hands dropped from her breasts, moved down between them, grasping Locke, guiding him until she could lower herself onto him and tighten around him. She hesitated, then lurched forward and Locke knew Setzer had taken her from behind.
She rode Locke until he panted, his body trembling for release. With a grunt, he came inside her, only faintly aware that Setzer had moaned behind her. Caught in the throes of orgasm, he shuddered while Celes threw herself backward, knocking Setzer off the sofa where she fell atop him. With a jerk, she freed her arms while she rolled the gambler onto his stomach. Before he could rise, she’d restrained him with his own silk scarves, and then stood, pressing down on his back with one foot.
He struggled to turn his face, but with it pressed into the carpet, he could only mutter unintelligibly.
Celes pushed once more for good measure and then turned to free Locke. “Let’s get out of here.”
Setzer flopped himself onto one side to watch them. “You’re not going to leave me here like this.”
“You lost the bet,” Celes said without looking back.
Locke slipped into his clothes while Celes dressed and gathered up the pieces of her fallen armor. He was thankful he wasn’t Setzer right about now and hoped it took the gambler long enough to free himself that the warrior’s anger had faded by the time he returned to the airship.
They left him cursing as the door closed behind them and they stepped out onto the veranda overlooking a verdant valley below. For a moment, they shared the sunset.
“Come on,” she urged with a smile, tugging him toward the ladder that hung from the tethered airship. “I didn’t tie him tight; he’ll be free soon.”
Locke followed her into the airship, wondering about the rush. Once aboard, she pulled up the ladder behind them, dropped her armor, and stripped out of her clothes.
“I’m not finished yet,” she said, breathless as she pulled him down to the deck on top of her. Their lips met. She guided his hands to her breasts as she pressed against him. “And if you play your cards right, I might just let you tie me up and have your way with me.”
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