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Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Word count: 1,512
Prompt: - Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes: first time - "I have no regrets about this."
A/N: None
The pain grew with every step she took. She'd tried to ignore it, struggled to channel the healing energy she commanded through her body, but all she'd succeeded in doing was exhausting herself until each step stumbled a little more than the one before it.
"We should rest."
Celes raised her eyes to meet his and was surprised to see them filled with concern. He'd introduced himself as Locke, said he was a treasure hunter. She suspected he was a Returner as well.
"If we stop, they'll find us." And they would. "Once they discover me missing, they're not going to give up until they see me dead."
"I have friends," he ventured. "They'll..." He shrugged. "You don't need protecting." Studying her a moment, he shrugged. "What do you need?"
"I..." She hadn't expected that question, hadn't really thought ahead to anything other than protesting the evil Kefka was planning in the Empire's name. "If I can get back to Vector, if I can convince them..."
"Looked like they were trying to convince you back there."
"Not everyone is like them," she protested. "There are others who are good, others who..."
"Go around taking over cities and killing innocent..."
"That's Kefka's doing," she protested with enough vehemence to draw pain from her left side. "Not everyone agrees with him."
Locke pinned her with an angry look. "Are there enough of you to stop him? Are there enough of you as powerful and crazy as he is?"
He caught her when she pitched forward, unable to remain upright any longer. She was surprised at his strength, at his gentleness, at his concern when he lowered her to the ground and fussed to make her comfortable.
"He is crazy," she said at last, "but he wasn't always so."
The treasure hunter said nothing, but set about building a fire. Afternoon had settled into dusk by the time he'd pitched a tent and tossed food onto the sheltered flame. The recessed stone pit--pretty old from the looks of it--was just deep enough to keep the light to a minimum and the flames were low enough that she doubted any smoke would clear the tops of the ancient trees that towered overhead.
"You don't like me." Celes wasn't sure why she said it. She was an Imperial General--former Imperial General, she reminded herself--and he was a rebel. What was there to like?
"I could have left you back there," was all he replied.
"I know." Shifting until she could unbuckle her sword harness, she flinched at the burst of pain low in her gut and high on her side. "I'm still trying to figure out why you didn't." The harness fell free with a clatter of metal against stone.
His gaze grew direct again and he joined her, dropping into a squat beside the fire. "You shouldn't be moving around so much. That guard did a pretty good job of wailing on you." His direct gaze faltered, dropped to the ground between them. "I'd have tried to stop them if there hadn't been too many of them and only one of me. As it was, I had to bide my time, wait until..."
"Maybe I deserved it." There was no denying the guilt she felt at betraying...not the Empire so much as the good people who trusted her. "Maybe..."
"Nobody deserves what they did to you."
His hands darted out so fast to capture hers that she didn't resist when he wrapped his fingers around hers. When their eyes met, she was surprised to find the need, the want she felt mirrored in his. She hadn't been with a man in many months, hadn't found one worthy of her since her former lover had taken command of the Imperial Armies.
Licking his lips, Locke said in a quiet voice, "We should get those wounds tended. I know this place...this magic spring...but it's too far to reach tonight and..."
"I think he broke all the ribs along my left side, but I'm not spitting up blood, so I'm fairly sure I'm free of internal bleeding."
Deft fingers unfastened the buckles holding her armor, leaving Celes fairly certain her savior was much more than a mere treasure hunter. While she had no doubt he'd found more than his share of priceless relics, she also harbored no doubts that he'd stolen his share of non-priceless items and picked his way into places she didn't want to know about.
When the last piece of armor lay in a pile beside her, he sat back on his heels and dug in the leather bag he'd flung to the ground when they'd stopped. It was no surprise when he pulled out a roll of bandages, some balm, and a couple of tonics. He'd already fed her several tonics to keep her going when they'd fallen into monster battle just outside South Figaro.
He shoved the tonics her direction, waited for her to drink before he unrolled the bandages and took the top off the balm. Even then, he made no move toward her, but waited until she stripped out of her tunic and lay back against the trunk of a tree, clad only in her breeches and a tight undershirt that bound her breasts.
A gentleman, she thought. A gentleman thief. How rare.
She didn't miss the way his eyes devoured her without ravaging her, didn't miss the bulge of an erection that had risen in his pants. He was handsome in a roguish kind of way, dirty blond hair bound back with a bandana, bright blue eyes filled with honesty and curiosity.
She peeled away her undershirt without so much as a second thought, caught up in his eyes as he moved closer, watching his fingers as they spread balm over the bruises that covered her ribcage and descended across her flat stomach and beneath the waistband of her silky pants.
His hand followed slowly, while his eyes watched her face for reaction. "I'm sorry if it...hurts."
"I could almost...forget," she returned, her own voice not much more than a ghost of it's former self. Sliding lower along the smooth trunk, she closed her eyes, longing for more, even as the pain flamed along her side.
His fingers drew a gasp from her as they searched along broken bones, eased them back into place. Pushing herself up on one elbow, she reached for his shoulder with her other hand, supporting herself while he wrapped the bandages round and round beneath her breasts, until they were almost too tight for her to breathe.
"That should hold them," he announced, though he made no move to break her grasp, "until we get to the spring tomorrow."
"I would know more about you," she said, "that you would help someone you considered evil, that you would risk your life for someone you don't even know."
"I heard what you said." His face dropped closer to hers, his arms wrapped around her, supported her. "I know that your heart is as pure as it is fierce, that General Celes is not a monster, but is a redeemer sent to preserve our world instead of destroy it."
Their lips met experimentally. His mouth opened in invitation, her tongue slid inside. Desperation replaced curiosity, his hands warm as they squeezed her breasts. She tore at his pants, managed to fumble them open when his mouth dropped to suckle and she lost purchase and she grasped at him, her fingers digging into his arms.
He surprised her with gentleness as he undressed her, careful of her wounds. When she would have pleasured him, he forced her back with a touch so light, she lay back as he wished and watched as he slid down her body and dropped between her legs.
Hot and wet, his tongue found places no other lover had ever touched. When she would have squirmed, he held her still, his hands on her hips while he explored her and consumed her and drove her to pleasures she'd never experienced before. When she tensed, he plunged into her, hard and demanding, probing deep.
She came first, the release of orgasm washing over her in a deep, internal pleasure that left her body trembling and weak. Her spasms drove him over the edge and he bucked, spilling hot inside her.
He held her until they were both still, but she resisted the desire to relax, to trust him completely. He seemed to understand and smiled at her while he dressed her in her tunic, helped her into the tent, and covered her with blankets for the night.
He sat watch over her until the moon spilled light from the sky and then crawled into the tent beside her and lay down. "I've been thinking," he whispered as if he feared she might be asleep. "In the morning, you might feel different about..."
Celes reached for his hand, clasped it in hers and assured him, "I have no regrets about this." She was silent for a moment before asking, "Do you?"
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Word count: 1,512
Prompt: - Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes: first time - "I have no regrets about this."
A/N: None
The pain grew with every step she took. She'd tried to ignore it, struggled to channel the healing energy she commanded through her body, but all she'd succeeded in doing was exhausting herself until each step stumbled a little more than the one before it.
"We should rest."
Celes raised her eyes to meet his and was surprised to see them filled with concern. He'd introduced himself as Locke, said he was a treasure hunter. She suspected he was a Returner as well.
"If we stop, they'll find us." And they would. "Once they discover me missing, they're not going to give up until they see me dead."
"I have friends," he ventured. "They'll..." He shrugged. "You don't need protecting." Studying her a moment, he shrugged. "What do you need?"
"I..." She hadn't expected that question, hadn't really thought ahead to anything other than protesting the evil Kefka was planning in the Empire's name. "If I can get back to Vector, if I can convince them..."
"Looked like they were trying to convince you back there."
"Not everyone is like them," she protested. "There are others who are good, others who..."
"Go around taking over cities and killing innocent..."
"That's Kefka's doing," she protested with enough vehemence to draw pain from her left side. "Not everyone agrees with him."
Locke pinned her with an angry look. "Are there enough of you to stop him? Are there enough of you as powerful and crazy as he is?"
He caught her when she pitched forward, unable to remain upright any longer. She was surprised at his strength, at his gentleness, at his concern when he lowered her to the ground and fussed to make her comfortable.
"He is crazy," she said at last, "but he wasn't always so."
The treasure hunter said nothing, but set about building a fire. Afternoon had settled into dusk by the time he'd pitched a tent and tossed food onto the sheltered flame. The recessed stone pit--pretty old from the looks of it--was just deep enough to keep the light to a minimum and the flames were low enough that she doubted any smoke would clear the tops of the ancient trees that towered overhead.
"You don't like me." Celes wasn't sure why she said it. She was an Imperial General--former Imperial General, she reminded herself--and he was a rebel. What was there to like?
"I could have left you back there," was all he replied.
"I know." Shifting until she could unbuckle her sword harness, she flinched at the burst of pain low in her gut and high on her side. "I'm still trying to figure out why you didn't." The harness fell free with a clatter of metal against stone.
His gaze grew direct again and he joined her, dropping into a squat beside the fire. "You shouldn't be moving around so much. That guard did a pretty good job of wailing on you." His direct gaze faltered, dropped to the ground between them. "I'd have tried to stop them if there hadn't been too many of them and only one of me. As it was, I had to bide my time, wait until..."
"Maybe I deserved it." There was no denying the guilt she felt at betraying...not the Empire so much as the good people who trusted her. "Maybe..."
"Nobody deserves what they did to you."
His hands darted out so fast to capture hers that she didn't resist when he wrapped his fingers around hers. When their eyes met, she was surprised to find the need, the want she felt mirrored in his. She hadn't been with a man in many months, hadn't found one worthy of her since her former lover had taken command of the Imperial Armies.
Licking his lips, Locke said in a quiet voice, "We should get those wounds tended. I know this place...this magic spring...but it's too far to reach tonight and..."
"I think he broke all the ribs along my left side, but I'm not spitting up blood, so I'm fairly sure I'm free of internal bleeding."
Deft fingers unfastened the buckles holding her armor, leaving Celes fairly certain her savior was much more than a mere treasure hunter. While she had no doubt he'd found more than his share of priceless relics, she also harbored no doubts that he'd stolen his share of non-priceless items and picked his way into places she didn't want to know about.
When the last piece of armor lay in a pile beside her, he sat back on his heels and dug in the leather bag he'd flung to the ground when they'd stopped. It was no surprise when he pulled out a roll of bandages, some balm, and a couple of tonics. He'd already fed her several tonics to keep her going when they'd fallen into monster battle just outside South Figaro.
He shoved the tonics her direction, waited for her to drink before he unrolled the bandages and took the top off the balm. Even then, he made no move toward her, but waited until she stripped out of her tunic and lay back against the trunk of a tree, clad only in her breeches and a tight undershirt that bound her breasts.
A gentleman, she thought. A gentleman thief. How rare.
She didn't miss the way his eyes devoured her without ravaging her, didn't miss the bulge of an erection that had risen in his pants. He was handsome in a roguish kind of way, dirty blond hair bound back with a bandana, bright blue eyes filled with honesty and curiosity.
She peeled away her undershirt without so much as a second thought, caught up in his eyes as he moved closer, watching his fingers as they spread balm over the bruises that covered her ribcage and descended across her flat stomach and beneath the waistband of her silky pants.
His hand followed slowly, while his eyes watched her face for reaction. "I'm sorry if it...hurts."
"I could almost...forget," she returned, her own voice not much more than a ghost of it's former self. Sliding lower along the smooth trunk, she closed her eyes, longing for more, even as the pain flamed along her side.
His fingers drew a gasp from her as they searched along broken bones, eased them back into place. Pushing herself up on one elbow, she reached for his shoulder with her other hand, supporting herself while he wrapped the bandages round and round beneath her breasts, until they were almost too tight for her to breathe.
"That should hold them," he announced, though he made no move to break her grasp, "until we get to the spring tomorrow."
"I would know more about you," she said, "that you would help someone you considered evil, that you would risk your life for someone you don't even know."
"I heard what you said." His face dropped closer to hers, his arms wrapped around her, supported her. "I know that your heart is as pure as it is fierce, that General Celes is not a monster, but is a redeemer sent to preserve our world instead of destroy it."
Their lips met experimentally. His mouth opened in invitation, her tongue slid inside. Desperation replaced curiosity, his hands warm as they squeezed her breasts. She tore at his pants, managed to fumble them open when his mouth dropped to suckle and she lost purchase and she grasped at him, her fingers digging into his arms.
He surprised her with gentleness as he undressed her, careful of her wounds. When she would have pleasured him, he forced her back with a touch so light, she lay back as he wished and watched as he slid down her body and dropped between her legs.
Hot and wet, his tongue found places no other lover had ever touched. When she would have squirmed, he held her still, his hands on her hips while he explored her and consumed her and drove her to pleasures she'd never experienced before. When she tensed, he plunged into her, hard and demanding, probing deep.
She came first, the release of orgasm washing over her in a deep, internal pleasure that left her body trembling and weak. Her spasms drove him over the edge and he bucked, spilling hot inside her.
He held her until they were both still, but she resisted the desire to relax, to trust him completely. He seemed to understand and smiled at her while he dressed her in her tunic, helped her into the tent, and covered her with blankets for the night.
He sat watch over her until the moon spilled light from the sky and then crawled into the tent beside her and lay down. "I've been thinking," he whispered as if he feared she might be asleep. "In the morning, you might feel different about..."
Celes reached for his hand, clasped it in hers and assured him, "I have no regrets about this." She was silent for a moment before asking, "Do you?"
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Date: 2008-06-29 07:50 am (UTC)