queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-31 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: queenoftheskies, f: final fantasy iv, march 22, p: cecil/kain/rosa |
"Days of Wine and Roses", Final Fantasy IV (Cecil/Kain/Rosa)
Title: Days of Wine and Roses
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: m/m/f sex
Word count: 1,373
Prompt: Final Fantasy IV, Cecil/Kain/Rosa: threesome/pampering - each of them is spoiled in their turn
A/N: This prompt is for March 22. Sorry it's late.
When the others are busy, they sneak off alone.
Cecil pretends to be scouting. Rosa announces she's off to gather healing herbs. Kain needs no reason; he simply vanishes. Nobody asks questions. If they suspect, they don't let on. If they don't, they're none the wiser.
They meet at a predestined place. It's not necessarily one of their own choosing, but a place that chooses them, one filled with peace and tranquility, one that leeches away the cares of their quest, one that fills them with hope for what lies ahead.
Rosa arrives first, surprised that she does actually find the herbs she needs to replenish their stock growing wild beside a natural hot spring. She fills her pouch and then sets it aside, removes her outer robes and lies down on the plush grass beside the spring to dip her fingers in the warm water.
Kain arrives next and Rosa thinks it's funny that he stops at the edge of the clearing to watch her, unaware that she already knows he's there. He peels out of his armor, leaves it neatly stacked in the care of an ancient tree. When he comes to her, it's in tunic and pants as soft and silky as the blond hair that falls free around his face.
He frees her from her clothing; she frees him from his. They kiss and lick and caress until they're hot and bothered.
Cecil joins them then. Together, they free him from his armor, from his clothing. Together, they draw him to his knees. Rosa captures his mouth with hers. Kain captures his cock. They press him back against the grass and wild flowers, tease him, love him until the stress of command drains from his body and he comes with a tremor, filling Kain's mouth. For a moment, they pause, trapped in the realization that they need to get back to the others.
They turn on Kain. Cecil parts his lips with his tongue. They tangle, hot and wet, while Rosa draws back the dragoon's hair, kisses her way down his back, captures his balls from behind. Cecil's hand drops between his legs, fingers tease his length until he's hard. When he quivers, it's time and Cecil offers himself for Kain's pleasure. The dragoon slicks the paladin's tight opening, plunges inside him while Rosa squeezes him from behind. The first time is always too fast and he comes with a roar of pleasure, spilling inside his best friend and lover before collapsing, spent, across his back.
Rosa's body tingles in anticipation. She knows it's her time, but almost selfishly, she wants to draw it out, wants to remain with her lovers longer. The time they spend together, the three of them, is so limited, so sacred that she wants it to never end.
She slips into the water. She's wanted it since she first found the clearing. Her body aches, not only with longing, but with the fatigue of battle, the after affects of too much magic used. The water soothes her, eases her weariness and pain.
The men join her. Cecil slides in and swims to her. Kain strides around the rocks surrounding the pool, slips into the water behind her. She's caught between them. Her stomach stirs in anticipation.
Don't let it end. Please... She's not sure whether the spirits that watch over them hear her plea, but she closes her eyes and sinks into the water as their arms wrap around her, cocoon her, sustain her.
She lies back against Kain, who is already hard again. His hands find her breasts, knead and pinch until the knotted feeling between her legs becomes intense. She squirms against him, pressed her bottom against him, invites him inside. But, he waits; she's not ready. And Cecil drops beneath the water, disappears from sight.
He parts her legs gently, finds her most delicate parts with his mouth. She presses up against him, desperate with need. His tongue explores inside her. He knows where to touch, knows all her secrets by now. Driven by the need to surface, he kisses and nips and strokes quickly with his tongue.
Rosa comes with a thrash of water, splashing them all as she shudders in release. Orgasm possesses her, warms her, relieves her of the pain and heartache they fight every day they move forward on their quest. She grows limp, resists the urge to sob. They know her well, though, and cradle her gently until the tears come to cleanse her soul.
They relax on the warm rocks in the sun until it drops behind the trees and sunset tints the sky with pinks and purples. In the distance, the dragons sing. Rosa loves this time of day, loves this part of the time she spends alone with Cecil and Kain the most.
With a sigh, she rises, and they follow.
She settles into the softest patch of grass she can find, pulls the prettiest flowers and trims them with the knife she carries in her pouch. She sets them aside and withdraws the herbs and tinctures sweet of scent.
Handing the bore bristle brush to Kain, she settles in front of Cecil while he settles behind to brush the tangles from the paladin's now clean hair. How different they all look, how much better she feels, when the dust and dirt and aches of the road have been washed away. He has bruises a plenty. She applies herbs to those she can, magic to those that need more.
Cecil shudders with a ghost of pleasure and she smiles, wishing they had time for more. She anoints him with tinctures, crushes herbs and rubs them against his chest. His smile mirrors hers as the warmth and the fragrance seep into his skin.
Kain's fingers are too large and not dexterous enough to manage the braiding, but when he has finished brushing Cecil's white locks, Rosa trades places and braids leather strips and fresh flowers into her white knight's hair. He tolerates the flowers; she assures him they're medicinal and protective. She'd never do the same with Kain. He has an image to uphold, after all.
Cecil takes up the brush when she has finished and Kain takes his place between then. His eyelids droop almost closed, his head tilts back while Cecil drags the brush through his hair. They've known each other forever, enjoyed hunting and fighting together since childhood. It's difficult to imagine it has taken throwing her into the mix for them to realize just how much they love one another and that they'd almost lost each other because of her.
She crushes different herbs for Kain. The injuries he's sustained are different from Cecil's. She's even noticed poorly healed claw marks and attacks them with magic powerful enough to assure him she's seen them. She'll not chastise him now, not ruin their time together.
She braids him, much as she had Cecil, though she replaces the flowers with herbs she's blessed for both swiftness and protection spells. He sits back with a grin, tests the tightness of the braids and nods.
Settling between them, she drops her hands into her lap. She's taught them both the simpler aspects of crushing and combining herbs, of which ones are safe for the skin and which are not. It's Cecil's turn to anoint her and Kain's turn to brush.
She relaxes in their capable hands, relaxes as the brush slides through her hair, slips into euphoria at the scent of tincture, and the feel of Cecil's hands at her throat, her neck, between her breasts. She resists the urge to lean into his touch, allows him to administer to her the way he's been taught. The fragrances she's mixed circle around her, cling to her, cling to the men, draw her away from the present and into the future, when there will be all the time in the world for them, when they will spend their days in wine and roses.
"I love you," Cecil whispers. He leans forward to kiss her, past her to kiss Kain.
He doesn't say it, but they all know. Their time together is over.
And not for the first time, Rosa cries.