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kinkfestTitle: Good-bye
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Rating: R
Warnings: sexual content
Word count: 962
Prompt: DragonQuest VIII, Angelo/Jessica: Leaving together, or leaving alone? - "I don't know where you're going / And I don't know why / But listen to your heart / Before you tell him good-bye"
Eight stepped into her way, blocking the bedroom door. "Jessica..."
"It's long past time for me to leave," she returned in a quiet voice. She didn't dare speak louder. If she did, he might realize how difficult this was for her, and she didn't want to give him an opening to exploit her feelings.
"Just think about it," he begged, his eyes searching her face. With his bandana abandoned, he looked so much younger, dark hair framing his face. "Please?"
She pulled her cloak more tightly around her, more to shield herself from emotion than actual cold. A fire still burned in the corner fireplace, making the room cozy and inviting. It was going to take more than a little control to force herself out into the chill of night, but that was when the coach was leaving, and she intended to be on board.
"There's nothing to think about." She shrugged. "I think it's all been said."
"He didn't mean..."
"Don't make excuses for him." The words came out sharper than she'd intended, but the sentiment behind them was sincere.
"I don't know where you're going," he said in a voice filled with sadness. "And I don't know why. But listen to your heart." He slipped from the room and into the hall, glancing back over his shoulder. "Before you tell him good-bye."
He hadn't even come to see her off; not that she was surprised. Eight had to have told him she was leaving, but when she'd stood on the deserted street between Eight and Yangus, Angelo was nowhere to be found. So she'd hugged the two men, kissed Eight on the cheek, and boarded the coach without so much as a look back at the Inn.
She was alone in the coach, so she tucked her feet up and spread out on the plush seat, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before reaching Alexandria. She hadn't contacted her mother, hadn't sent even a note since they'd left. She couldn't help but wonder the kind of homecoming that awaited her. Still, it was better than waiting for someone, something that wasn't going to happen.
But even in sleep, she couldn't escape him. Every dream, every thought centered around him, every emotion consumed by him.
"Sh-h-h." Soft lips brushed her cheek. "We'll be there soon."
Jessica squirmed against the upholstery, pressed herself against the back of the seat. A cold blast of air stirred her hair and she moaned, pushing against the presence in her mind.
With a shudder, she rolled into the warmth that invaded her dream, a presence in the coach that washed away her anger and her loneliness and stirred a longing deep inside. Darkness washed over her, drawing her cloak aside.
She mashed herself against it and it was strangely solid, shaping itself to her, writhing in rhythm to her own movements.
Lips--perhaps the same that had touched her cheek--nibbled hers. Slender fingers worked their way inside her blouse, worked it off her shoulders, palmed her breasts, wrapped around their fullness.
With a moan, she pushed against the phantom hands. With unspoken words, she begged for more. Nipples rubbed against calloused skin, rose to meet it, exploded with pleasure.
Teeth bit down on her bottom lip, drew blood, elicited a thrill of pain.
"Ouch!" Torn from her sleep, Jessica bolted up into the chill that raised goosebumps on the naked skin of her breasts.
The darkness retreated to the far side of the coach while she drew her cloak tightly around herself.
"Who are you?" She couldn't keep the tremor from her voice.
"You never even said good-bye."
Before she could speak, he dropped to the floor beside her cushioned bed, took her in his arms. Lips pressed against hers. The hands that held her, released her to the seat, slid beneath the cloak to claim her breasts again.
"Angelo," she whispered against his lips. "I thought. You never..."
Her hands dropped to his belt, to his pants. His left hand slid down her leg, shoved her skirt up past her knee, slipped beneath it to savor her warmth.
"I was a coward." His mouth dropped to her throat, to her collarbone. "I was afraid." He lipped his way down to her breast, across it, circled the nipple with wet warmth before sucking it inside his mouth.
She clutched desperately at his arms. "I was afraid, too," she whispered.
"When I saw you go..." He pulled the hem of her blouse free of her skirt, worked his tongue down to her belly. "I realized I could let you go alone." He dipped into the depression while she squirmed beneath his mouth. "Or I could follow."
"But, you said you'd never..."
"I was wrong." He straddled her, throwing her skirt up as he freed himself.
The coach slowed, bounced, and she found herself filled with him, wrapped around him, consumed with him. They melted together, tangled in each other, until the first pink of dawn smudged the sky.
A rooster crowed, then another, too many to be a random farmhouse. Her eyes filled with tears. Alexandria had come too soon. She had only time enough to catch a glimpse before the coach lurched and the sound of hoof beats clattered against native stone.
"I wanted you to be sure," he whispered against her chest. "I wanted you to see home and me and be able to decide..." A smile crooked his lips. "So I paid the driver...well"
"I want you." Her fingernails raked over his buttocks and he hardened inside her. She tightened around him. "Forever."
"And I'm ready, to stay with you now," he vowed, nestling into her and against her. "I promise you, Jessica, there will be no more good-byes."
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queenoftheskies Rating: R
Warnings: sexual content
Word count: 962
Prompt: DragonQuest VIII, Angelo/Jessica: Leaving together, or leaving alone? - "I don't know where you're going / And I don't know why / But listen to your heart / Before you tell him good-bye"
Eight stepped into her way, blocking the bedroom door. "Jessica..."
"It's long past time for me to leave," she returned in a quiet voice. She didn't dare speak louder. If she did, he might realize how difficult this was for her, and she didn't want to give him an opening to exploit her feelings.
"Just think about it," he begged, his eyes searching her face. With his bandana abandoned, he looked so much younger, dark hair framing his face. "Please?"
She pulled her cloak more tightly around her, more to shield herself from emotion than actual cold. A fire still burned in the corner fireplace, making the room cozy and inviting. It was going to take more than a little control to force herself out into the chill of night, but that was when the coach was leaving, and she intended to be on board.
"There's nothing to think about." She shrugged. "I think it's all been said."
"He didn't mean..."
"Don't make excuses for him." The words came out sharper than she'd intended, but the sentiment behind them was sincere.
"I don't know where you're going," he said in a voice filled with sadness. "And I don't know why. But listen to your heart." He slipped from the room and into the hall, glancing back over his shoulder. "Before you tell him good-bye."
He hadn't even come to see her off; not that she was surprised. Eight had to have told him she was leaving, but when she'd stood on the deserted street between Eight and Yangus, Angelo was nowhere to be found. So she'd hugged the two men, kissed Eight on the cheek, and boarded the coach without so much as a look back at the Inn.
She was alone in the coach, so she tucked her feet up and spread out on the plush seat, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before reaching Alexandria. She hadn't contacted her mother, hadn't sent even a note since they'd left. She couldn't help but wonder the kind of homecoming that awaited her. Still, it was better than waiting for someone, something that wasn't going to happen.
But even in sleep, she couldn't escape him. Every dream, every thought centered around him, every emotion consumed by him.
"Sh-h-h." Soft lips brushed her cheek. "We'll be there soon."
Jessica squirmed against the upholstery, pressed herself against the back of the seat. A cold blast of air stirred her hair and she moaned, pushing against the presence in her mind.
With a shudder, she rolled into the warmth that invaded her dream, a presence in the coach that washed away her anger and her loneliness and stirred a longing deep inside. Darkness washed over her, drawing her cloak aside.
She mashed herself against it and it was strangely solid, shaping itself to her, writhing in rhythm to her own movements.
Lips--perhaps the same that had touched her cheek--nibbled hers. Slender fingers worked their way inside her blouse, worked it off her shoulders, palmed her breasts, wrapped around their fullness.
With a moan, she pushed against the phantom hands. With unspoken words, she begged for more. Nipples rubbed against calloused skin, rose to meet it, exploded with pleasure.
Teeth bit down on her bottom lip, drew blood, elicited a thrill of pain.
"Ouch!" Torn from her sleep, Jessica bolted up into the chill that raised goosebumps on the naked skin of her breasts.
The darkness retreated to the far side of the coach while she drew her cloak tightly around herself.
"Who are you?" She couldn't keep the tremor from her voice.
"You never even said good-bye."
Before she could speak, he dropped to the floor beside her cushioned bed, took her in his arms. Lips pressed against hers. The hands that held her, released her to the seat, slid beneath the cloak to claim her breasts again.
"Angelo," she whispered against his lips. "I thought. You never..."
Her hands dropped to his belt, to his pants. His left hand slid down her leg, shoved her skirt up past her knee, slipped beneath it to savor her warmth.
"I was a coward." His mouth dropped to her throat, to her collarbone. "I was afraid." He lipped his way down to her breast, across it, circled the nipple with wet warmth before sucking it inside his mouth.
She clutched desperately at his arms. "I was afraid, too," she whispered.
"When I saw you go..." He pulled the hem of her blouse free of her skirt, worked his tongue down to her belly. "I realized I could let you go alone." He dipped into the depression while she squirmed beneath his mouth. "Or I could follow."
"But, you said you'd never..."
"I was wrong." He straddled her, throwing her skirt up as he freed himself.
The coach slowed, bounced, and she found herself filled with him, wrapped around him, consumed with him. They melted together, tangled in each other, until the first pink of dawn smudged the sky.
A rooster crowed, then another, too many to be a random farmhouse. Her eyes filled with tears. Alexandria had come too soon. She had only time enough to catch a glimpse before the coach lurched and the sound of hoof beats clattered against native stone.
"I wanted you to be sure," he whispered against her chest. "I wanted you to see home and me and be able to decide..." A smile crooked his lips. "So I paid the driver...well"
"I want you." Her fingernails raked over his buttocks and he hardened inside her. She tightened around him. "Forever."
"And I'm ready, to stay with you now," he vowed, nestling into her and against her. "I promise you, Jessica, there will be no more good-byes."
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