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The Cure for What Ails You (Dragon Quest VIII, Jessica/Angelo, R)
Title: The Cure for What Ails You
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queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: nudity, suggestive
Word count: 1,155
Prompt: - DragonQuest VIII, Jessica/Angelo: shocking him out of post-Neos depression - "I don't want your pity." "I know, I thought you wanted my pussy."
A/N: This prompt was for June 11. Sorry I'm late. I started a new job and got behind.
It started out as an innocent flirt. He'd taken Neos hard, much harder than the rest of us, seeing as how his brother was involved and all. I--we--thought he'd snap out of it, but all Angelo seemed to do was to sink deeper into depression. What began as wanting to be alone quickly deteriorated into locking himself in his room of the first Inn we found, and refusing to talk to us or to even come out for food.
By the time he was well into the third day of his self-imposed exile, Eight and Yangus had already begun talking about leaving him, maybe coming back for him later. The world needed saving. The curse on Trodain and its royal family wasn't going to lift itself. I tried to reason with them, to reassure them that all Angelo needed was time: another day, maybe two at the most, and he'd be back to his self-assured, smart-mouthed self.
Or so I thought.
By the end of the third day, they'd begun packing the wagon with plans of pulling out before the first blush of dawn the next morning. I saw no other alternative, myself, and agreed to tell Angelo of our plans to leave, and accompany them. There was no way I wouldn't finish this quest.
It wasn't easy trying to think of the words to tell Angelo we were abandoning him. Maybe I agreed because I was the only woman in a party of men who possessed the sensitivity of...well, Eight was sensitive, I suppose. I guess, in the end, I took it upon myself to tell Angelo because, well, because I'd realized that there was more to him than good looks and charm...charm that I seemed to have fallen prey to at some leg of our journey.
I didn't want to see him stay behind any more than I wanted him to continue to wallow in his depression, so I set out to reason with him. And, if he wouldn't listen, assure him that I'd be back for him, just as soon as I could.
The moment dinner was set out in the great room, I pilfered a tray, loaded it with a chunk of lamb, a loaf of crusty bread, a mixture of local vegetables, and the most mouth-watering slab of cake <>I>I'd ever seen. If he could resist that, plus the bottle of ale I lifted from the bar, then he had more self-control than I'd ever seen.
His door wasn't locked. That surprised me. But, when he refused to open it, I nudged it open with one hip and slipped inside.
"Angelo?" It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the pre-dusk darkness that blanketed the room, but I made him out on the far side, hunched at the hearth, bathed in the soft light of the dying fire.
For a moment, he said nothing, but at the tap of my feet on the hardwood floor, he turned with expectation in his weary eyes. "I wondered if you'd come."
"I...I'm sorry." Why had we left him alone? Why hadn't we come before? "I thought...I never..."
He nodded toward the window. "I saw Yangus loading the wagon and wondered which of you would come." A half-hearted smile did nothing to brighten his expression. "I hoped, dear Jessica, that it would be you."
"I brought you food," I offered, slipping closer.
He rose to take the tray from my hands. "I hope you'll join me," he said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. "There's no way I can eat all this food alone."
It was part of my plan and he'd succumbed. Eating with him gave me the chance to convince him that there was more to life than being betrayed by a brother who was less than a slime. So I slipped to the floor beside him, tucking my feet beneath me as he set the tray at the edge of the hearth.
He was silent while he sliced the meat and hacked the bread into slices.
I struggled with the words that tumbled through my mind. What did I say to him? How did I reach him? How did I convince him... "I wish you'd go with us."
He didn't say anything, but he tensed and I knew immediately that I'd said the wrong thing. I didn't know what to say, how to reach him after I'd spent so much of our journey deflecting his attempts to flirt.
That's what decided me, that's when I knew there was only one way to get his attention. "Seems like it would be...lonely...here, alone in this Inn, while we're out cavorting about the world in search of..."
"Please. Spare me. I don't want your pity. Nor do I need it."
"I know." I sat there a moment longer, one hand on my hip. "I thought you wanted my pussy."
I threw myself at him, wrapped my arms around his neck. The knife and fork clattered from his hands at the impact and when I kissed him, he fell back with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Jessica!" There was no denying the surprise--no, sheer shock--in his voice.
It was then that I realized I'd wanted it, all this time, wanted it as much as he did. I slipped free of my blouse, watched his mouth drop open as my breasts bounced free. I'd never shared them with another, though I'd seen many a man glance at them appreciatively as they peeked out above my clothes. If that's what it took to keep from losing him, I was his, and I quickly shed the rest of my clothes.
I'm not sure how long he simply looked at me, his eyes scanning from the top of my head down to my toes. He did more than look, though, if the bulge in his pants was any indication of what his body had in mind.
At last, he broke the silence. "You're every bit as ravishing as I thought you'd be. I just...I'd never realized until I faced my brother again how...how unworthy I am of you."
"What?" It wasn't what I'd expected, not in a million years.
"You've hidden here in this room, avoided us, avoided me because you felt yourself unworthy?" Strange how I'd thought him a cad, and perhaps even considered him unworthy, myself. Guilt-ridden, I gathered up my clothes, clutched them to my chest. "I've wronged you, Angelo, over and over." My voice cracked. "I'm so sorry. I never meant..."
His eyes lit with the humor I was accustomed to, his mouth curled into a smile. "Does that mean your offer of pussy is rescinded?" His fingers slid to the buttons on his shirt, opened them all the way down to the top of his trousers. "Because I was thinking...that might be the one thing that could...make me feel worthy again."
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: R
Warnings: nudity, suggestive
Word count: 1,155
Prompt: - DragonQuest VIII, Jessica/Angelo: shocking him out of post-Neos depression - "I don't want your pity." "I know, I thought you wanted my pussy."
A/N: This prompt was for June 11. Sorry I'm late. I started a new job and got behind.
It started out as an innocent flirt. He'd taken Neos hard, much harder than the rest of us, seeing as how his brother was involved and all. I--we--thought he'd snap out of it, but all Angelo seemed to do was to sink deeper into depression. What began as wanting to be alone quickly deteriorated into locking himself in his room of the first Inn we found, and refusing to talk to us or to even come out for food.
By the time he was well into the third day of his self-imposed exile, Eight and Yangus had already begun talking about leaving him, maybe coming back for him later. The world needed saving. The curse on Trodain and its royal family wasn't going to lift itself. I tried to reason with them, to reassure them that all Angelo needed was time: another day, maybe two at the most, and he'd be back to his self-assured, smart-mouthed self.
Or so I thought.
By the end of the third day, they'd begun packing the wagon with plans of pulling out before the first blush of dawn the next morning. I saw no other alternative, myself, and agreed to tell Angelo of our plans to leave, and accompany them. There was no way I wouldn't finish this quest.
It wasn't easy trying to think of the words to tell Angelo we were abandoning him. Maybe I agreed because I was the only woman in a party of men who possessed the sensitivity of...well, Eight was sensitive, I suppose. I guess, in the end, I took it upon myself to tell Angelo because, well, because I'd realized that there was more to him than good looks and charm...charm that I seemed to have fallen prey to at some leg of our journey.
I didn't want to see him stay behind any more than I wanted him to continue to wallow in his depression, so I set out to reason with him. And, if he wouldn't listen, assure him that I'd be back for him, just as soon as I could.
The moment dinner was set out in the great room, I pilfered a tray, loaded it with a chunk of lamb, a loaf of crusty bread, a mixture of local vegetables, and the most mouth-watering slab of cake <>I>I'd ever seen. If he could resist that, plus the bottle of ale I lifted from the bar, then he had more self-control than I'd ever seen.
His door wasn't locked. That surprised me. But, when he refused to open it, I nudged it open with one hip and slipped inside.
"Angelo?" It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the pre-dusk darkness that blanketed the room, but I made him out on the far side, hunched at the hearth, bathed in the soft light of the dying fire.
For a moment, he said nothing, but at the tap of my feet on the hardwood floor, he turned with expectation in his weary eyes. "I wondered if you'd come."
"I...I'm sorry." Why had we left him alone? Why hadn't we come before? "I thought...I never..."
He nodded toward the window. "I saw Yangus loading the wagon and wondered which of you would come." A half-hearted smile did nothing to brighten his expression. "I hoped, dear Jessica, that it would be you."
"I brought you food," I offered, slipping closer.
He rose to take the tray from my hands. "I hope you'll join me," he said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. "There's no way I can eat all this food alone."
It was part of my plan and he'd succumbed. Eating with him gave me the chance to convince him that there was more to life than being betrayed by a brother who was less than a slime. So I slipped to the floor beside him, tucking my feet beneath me as he set the tray at the edge of the hearth.
He was silent while he sliced the meat and hacked the bread into slices.
I struggled with the words that tumbled through my mind. What did I say to him? How did I reach him? How did I convince him... "I wish you'd go with us."
He didn't say anything, but he tensed and I knew immediately that I'd said the wrong thing. I didn't know what to say, how to reach him after I'd spent so much of our journey deflecting his attempts to flirt.
That's what decided me, that's when I knew there was only one way to get his attention. "Seems like it would be...lonely...here, alone in this Inn, while we're out cavorting about the world in search of..."
"Please. Spare me. I don't want your pity. Nor do I need it."
"I know." I sat there a moment longer, one hand on my hip. "I thought you wanted my pussy."
I threw myself at him, wrapped my arms around his neck. The knife and fork clattered from his hands at the impact and when I kissed him, he fell back with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Jessica!" There was no denying the surprise--no, sheer shock--in his voice.
It was then that I realized I'd wanted it, all this time, wanted it as much as he did. I slipped free of my blouse, watched his mouth drop open as my breasts bounced free. I'd never shared them with another, though I'd seen many a man glance at them appreciatively as they peeked out above my clothes. If that's what it took to keep from losing him, I was his, and I quickly shed the rest of my clothes.
I'm not sure how long he simply looked at me, his eyes scanning from the top of my head down to my toes. He did more than look, though, if the bulge in his pants was any indication of what his body had in mind.
At last, he broke the silence. "You're every bit as ravishing as I thought you'd be. I just...I'd never realized until I faced my brother again how...how unworthy I am of you."
"What?" It wasn't what I'd expected, not in a million years.
"You've hidden here in this room, avoided us, avoided me because you felt yourself unworthy?" Strange how I'd thought him a cad, and perhaps even considered him unworthy, myself. Guilt-ridden, I gathered up my clothes, clutched them to my chest. "I've wronged you, Angelo, over and over." My voice cracked. "I'm so sorry. I never meant..."
His eyes lit with the humor I was accustomed to, his mouth curled into a smile. "Does that mean your offer of pussy is rescinded?" His fingers slid to the buttons on his shirt, opened them all the way down to the top of his trousers. "Because I was thinking...that might be the one thing that could...make me feel worthy again."
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