Father Figure (Final Fantasy VI, Leo/Celes, R)

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Title: Father Figure
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: explicit sex
Word count: 1,024
Prompt: - Final Fantasy VI, Leo/Celes: mentor - "He was old enough to be her father, but that didn't matter."
A/N: This prompt was for June 9. I apologize for my tardiness, but I started a new job and got behind.


He was old enough to be her father, but that didn't matter. Locked in Leo's arms, Celes backed him through the narrow space between tents and into the darkness beyond their camp. She'd wanted him since the battle ended, but celebrations and Kefka's watchful eye had prevented them from spending time together until now.

If anyone suspicioned they were a couple, they didn't let on. Still, they tried not to call attention to themselves. It could be a weapon for others to use against them, and she didn't trust the Empire any more, not after the evil she'd recently seen.

"Hurry," he whispered against her neck, breathless. "Someone's coming."

They never had enough time together, never enough time when there weren’t superiors or subordinates around. Celes wished that, for once, they didn’t have to sneak around, didn’t have to steal time.

Leo’s hands worked their way beneath her tunic while she unfastened his trousers. By the time they stumbled into the darkness, the camp backlit by a pale glow, he’d groped and pinched until sparks of desire burned throughout her body and she’d stroked him until he trembled, hard in her hands.

They were used to working fast. Just once, she wished they could take it slow.

“Sh-h-h.” His arms closed around her. “This war can’t last forever.”

She nodded against him. She couldn’t pretend. She didn’t believe it any more than he did. Every day, the Returners grew stronger. Every day Kefka grew more insane. If one didn’t kill them, the other would. It was her greatest fear…that she would lose him, that there was nothing she could do to save him when his time came.

Hiding her sorrow, she slid down him, dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth. He exhaled with a gasp, tangled his fingers in her hair while she worked her way down him, drew more of his length into her mouth. She wasn’t sure what she felt for him was love, but it was devotion and a concern that ran deeper than anything she’d ever felt for another human being.

Am I human? The thought had troubled her more frequently than she cared to admit. Only when she was with Leo could she forget the doubts that tormented her, the concerns that distracted her. Only with Leo was she at peace.

“Celes.” His voice was soft, his touch gentle as he captured her and pulled her to her feet. “Tell me.” He stroked her cheek with one palm. “What’s wrong?”

Refusing to meet his eyes, she swallowed her grief. “Just once. Leo, is it too much to ask…”

He captured her chin, tilted her head until he could look into her eyes. “At least we have this time together, however short it may be. Let’s not waste it on sorrow or desperation. Let’s make this time all that it can be.”

With hands as gentle as his voice, he stripped her of her tunic, ran calloused hands across her breasts and down her tight stomach to her leather pants. He knew his way well and within seconds, her trousers pooled at her feet and the night chill made the tiny hairs on her skin stand on end.

Their lips met in a leisurely kiss, and Leo explored her body as if they had all night. Celes struggled to resist her desperation, forced herself to follow his lead. Her fingers traced patterns across his scarred chest and down across his abdomen, around and down his back until she could hold his backside cradled in her hands. She pulled and he pressed against her, his erection hard against her stomach, damp against her skin.

His fingers tangled in the curls between her legs. Their tongues curled together; their kiss deepened. Celes moaned in desire, pushed against his fingers. More. More. She needed more.

“Patience,” he said, sucking on her bottom lip.

Warm lips, hot tongue caressed one nipple before latching onto the next, sucking gently, sucking hard: so hard it drove pang after pang of need, of desire, deep into her groin. Releasing his ass, she clutched at his arms, thrust against him until he gave in.

His fingers traced patterns on the insides of her thighs before plunging inside her, twisting and turning, forcing themselves deeper. With a groan, she pushed harder against him, driving his fingers so deep she felt a twinge of pain. Tightening around him, she writhed until he thrust in and out in rhythm with her movements.

At the height of her frenzy, he withdrew, his fingers wet with her, hot against her clit. She almost screamed when he touched her, when his teeth closed around her breast. She came fast and hard with shudders that robbed her of her strength. His fingers continued to worked circles against her tender skin until she bit down on his shoulder and collapsed against him.

His laugh was fond, the warmth tickled against her breast.

With a grin, she tackled him, threw him back against the downy forest moss. Then she took him in hand and worked him until he trembled in her touch. It would be so easy to finish him off with her hands or her mouth, but she’d longed all day, all week, for the feel of him inside her.

She remembered his admonition, though, remembered this could be their only time together for weeks. So, instead, she threw one leg across him, straddled him. Impaling herself on his erection, she rode him until he screamed. Pressing one hand over his lips, she laughed, though she paused long enough to make sure they’d not been overheard.

She finished him off in record time, collapsed beside him as she threw her arms around him and pulled him close.

“Again?” she gasped against his neck.

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I’m might be getting too old for this.”

“You’re only as old as you feel,” she taunted, stroking down his stomach again. He responded again, faster than she’d expected and just before she wrapped her lips around him, she whispered against the soft, quivering skin, “I get to go first this time.”