kinkfest | Driving Out The Funk [Final Fantasy VI; Locke/Celes; G]

Title: Driving Out The Funk
Author: kristinmachina
Rating: G
Warnings: None, completely work-safe
Word count: 334
Summary: From Celes' POV: Celes is in a bad mood. Locke tries to cheer her up.
A/N: Sorry for the lateness, and lack of porn. For the following prompt:
Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes: gentleness - "I need not to need, or else a love with intuition, someone who reaches out to my weakness and won't let go"

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I never have to ask Locke for anything. He always seems to know when I need him, even when I say I want to be left alone.

When I would feel like curling up into a ball and sulking on the couch, he would squeeze in behind me. He doesn’t ask me questions, doesn’t try to talk me out of my pissy mood with cheerful words or cliched inspirational phrases. He would just rest his head on my shoulder, like a puppy looking for a bone. The look he gives me–sometimes it’s annoying, but more often it’s adorable. I still wait for the day when he licks my nose. Locke is no puppy, however–he is quite the skilled warrior and cunning hunter, more wolf than house-pet.

He kisses my cheek, pressing his lips there for a while, as I feel the tip of his nose against my cheekbone. My funk, however, is far too stubborn to be removed by a kiss. I refuse to smile, instead I stare at the wall, arms crossed as if in a straight-jacket, too wrapped up in myself to give in.

Luckily for me, Locke is persistent. His hands--those tricky, sticky fingers–inch along the length of my arms, walking across my skin like a hiker negotiating a treacherous mountain pass. Even over my clothes, it tickles. I try not to laugh. I refuse to give in, but his fingertips find that spot at the base of my throat, and a laugh escapes my lips.

He continues his assault on my dark mood, driving out my blues with my laughter. His light-as-feathers touch tickle my skin, and I’m utterly helpless. I’m laughing so hard, my stomach aches. I could defend myself against any attack, but against Locke’s fingers, my defenses are completely broken.

The demons exorcized, I breathe deeply as my laughter dies down. I’m grinning ear to ear, and Locke kisses me. I kiss him back. I’m grateful for him, for he knows when not to back down.