|chibirisuchan (chibirisuchan) wrote in no_true_pair,|
@ 2008-07-06 21:33:00
|Entry tags:||! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: chibirisuchan, crossover: bleach/ff12, pairing: balthier/yoruichi|
Bleach/FF12, Balthier and Yoruichi, Don't make me come over there
Title: Basic Instinct
Fandom: FF12 and Bleach
Pairing/characters: Balthier and Yoruichi
Warnings: a bit of language
Prompt/challenge you're answering: "Balthier and Yoruichi: Don't make me come over there."
"I understand that you're both working against instincts here," he called toward the crew quarters, though he suspected Fran was the only one who could have caught his words through the cat-maiden's aggrieved yowl. "And I consider it the height of bad manners to clap a guest in irons--"
crrrreeaaaakSNAPrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrr RRRRRRRRRRR--
"Don't make me come back there," he called, eyes closed. "Bulkheads don't grow on trees."
The fundamental problem was a difficult one; the cat-maiden was more fundamentally cat than Fran was rabbit. The young woman could transform herself, completely, and considered clothing a nuisance rather than an essential -- and he would ordinarily have been quite appreciative of her cultural views on the subject. Quite appreciative.
It was just that, being so fundamentally a cat, she also enjoyed opportunities to stalk things. Particularly when the things reminded her viscerally of prey creatures.
Fran, on the other hand -- despite the ears, Fran had no 'I am a vulnerable prey species that will freeze on cue and wait passively to be pounced upon' instincts whatsoever.
From the noises the cat-maiden was making, Balthier rather suspected that Fran had gotten her in some form of limb-lock and had used one of those stilletto heels to best advantage.
...Also, from the words that made themselves clear through the noise, he wondered if he ought to revise his mental appellation of 'maiden'.
Ah hells, Balthier thought, rubbing his temples, that sounds like a coolant line. "Just so you know," he announced to the uncaring world at large, "I am rapidly reconsidering my position on the irons."
"NO FUCKING LEASHES!"
...yes, definitely not a maiden.