"Own Power," Final Fantasy XII (Drace/Gabranth)
Title: Own Power Author: Sister Coyote Rating: Not worksafe/adult Word Count: 350 Summary: One must own power fully to be able to give it up. Warnings: BDSM themes. Prompt: Final Fantasy XII, Gabranth/Drace: power exchange - "not what you expected?"
It was very nearly shocking, though Gabranth thought he could not be shocked by anything anymore -- to do such things to her, to see her standing proud and lovely with her hands bound in leather behind her back. Drace meets his gaze, even and steady. "You told me you wished to see what I liked," she said.
He laughed, the rush of air out of him: "I did not -- "
"Did not expect this?" She flexed her hands, or at least he assumed she did by the way the muscles bunched and relaxed in her arms. Her breasts moved in a way that was subtle but unspeakably beautiful.
"No," he said. "No."
"One must own power fully," she said, "to be able to give it up. And I do, and shall."
"Shall?"
"Not yet." And though she was naked, with her hands bound, still he could tell that she had not submitted yet. "Come here," she said, and he came; she raised her mouth to his, and he kissed her full and gentle, and then, when she scraped her lip with his, harder.
"Now," she said, "there is a suede crop on the bed..." and he found it, and took it in hand, and watched, watched as the tension went out of her, as she sank to her knees, face relaxed, arms relaxed, and said, "...and I consent to this."
He felt as though the strength had gone from her into him: not stolen, not lost, but held in trust. It filled him like wine in the glass, light and golden. "Bend forward," he said, the command in his voice easy and yet strange. She did, baring the strong lines of her thighs, and though he had never done this in pleasure still he knew how to wield the crop, how to make it fall hard enough but not too hard, until she was crying out, arching for more.
He stopped and put the whip aside. She shivered and then tensed her muscles to draw herself back into a kneeling position, her eyes warm, wicked, and he was aware of the degree to which he was clothed, and opened his trousers. She smiled.