kinkfest | Final Fantasy VI (Locke/Celes) (Reply)

Title: Sight
Author/Artist: dragovianknight
Rating: R
Warnings: a little roughness
Word count: 360 words
Prompt: July 1, #14. Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes: Angry/vengeful sex - "You're still seeing her"

Celes rolled them over so that she was straddling him, her face flushed with anger, now, instead of passion. "You're still seeing her," she spat. She was gripping his arms hard enough to leave bruises, hard enough that he knew better than to try and struggle - Locke had always suspected she might be stronger than he, hell of a way to confirm it, though - but that was less retaliation than he had any right to expect for calling her by Rachel's name.

"I'm sorry," he said, and any other woman would have slapped him, called him a liar, and walked out.

But Celes was Celes, and never had conceded defeat easily.

Before Locke realized what she was doing, her lips were on his in something too fierce to be called a kiss, her hips were moving against him, and she was sliding hot and wet across his flesh, reminding him just what they'd been doing when he'd opened his big mouth.

"Look at me," she said when she broke the kiss; obediently, he opened his eyes.

It would have been impossible not to look at her, with her skin flushed and the room's dim light catching the faint silver webwork of scars from battles too numerous to name, her hair clinging to the fine sheen of sweat that covered her.

Her eyes locked with his, and she sat up. "See me," she commanded. "See me."

She released his arms, finally, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache that he forgot as soon as her hands slid across his belly, fingers teasing alive a different throb, a different ache. She rose up and guided him into her, body clenching almost too tight around him, and the look she gave him was pure challenge.

He wanted to touch her, hold her, hasten the frustratingly slow pace she set as she rode him. Instead, he met that challenge, swept his gaze across her body, watched the play of her muscles and sway of her breasts. Then back up to her eyes, dark and hungry and no longer angry.

And as she finally drew their bodies to an agonizingly delayed release, he saw.