undine (ex_undine294) wrote in areyougame, @ 2009-02-11 01:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy xii, author: undine |
The Upside (Vaan/Penelo)
Title: The Upside
Author/Artist: undine
Rating: NC17
Warnings: anal, awkward, badsex, goodsex, odd moments mushiness
Word count: 1735
Prompt: Final Fantasy XII, Vaan/Penelo: anal sex - not so tricky after all
Summary: Penelo and Vaan spend some time together. PWP, mostly.
A/N: I don't really know what to say. I enjoyed writing this prompt quite a lot; it went in all sorts of directions I didn't expect.
Everyone else is at the tavern, so it's just Vaan and Penelo, kinda like old times, hunting the wolves that stalk the trading post in the Estersand.
Vaan circles the last wolf of the pack, close enough to keep its attention but not so close that he forces it to pounce or run. Penelo stays back behind him. She exhales, a tiny signal, but they've had time to get good at this, and it's enough. He lunges to the right, drawing the wolf's attention, and she darts around him to the left. Her dagger cuts across its hind legs. It howls, leap becoming a stumble. He forgoes finesse in favor of power, bringing his sword down hard.
They stand over the kill, panting. "That it?" he asks.
"Yep. The outpost is safe for another few days." They're close enough to just drag the entire carcass to the outpost, leaving it with a man who gives them a few gil for the meat and the pelt.
They stroll back towards the city, pace winding down slower and slower until they've stopped moving at all. He looks around, and looks at her. Her hair shines gold in the late afternoon sun. He means to say something, but the sky is so endlessly blue and the desert is empty, and it doesn't really seem that important. He ends up just kind of watching her.
"Vaan," she says. She reaches out a hand and he takes it, twining their fingers together. In spite of everything, he has this ridiculous feeling that the world couldn't be more perfect.
When he kisses her it's soft and slow. There's sand in his boots, one of his knees is skinned, and sun is hot enough that the breeze isn't even taking the edge off, but all of that kind of feels good, in a way.
Penelo pulls out of the kiss, burying her head in his neck. "Let's go back to the city." Before he can protest she adds, "I know a place." Her voice is full of promise.
*****
Ever since the war, the houses that aren't in Lowtown have been getting so expensive that no one can afford them. It's just one more of the strange ways the city got off balance and never quite recovered. It's easy to sneak up the back stairs in an alley, just out of sight of the bazaar's bustle, and push a heavy curtain aside to crawl in through a window. It's not a big room, but it's tall, and empty save for a rug.
Penelo gestures at him to sit down. He fumbles with his boots as his eyes adjust to the dimness. The world outside looks blindingly white when the breeze lifts the curtain from the window.
"Yech," he says, rubbing the sand off his bare feet, carefully away from the rug. Penelo snorts, doing the same. When he leans towards her, she meets him halfway. He's not sure if he's allowed to pull the ties out of her hair. He ends up petting the back of her head, which maybe is a little weird, but she doesn't say anything.
Her hands go down the bare skin of his back and she runs one fingernail up his spine, grinning when it makes him shiver.
He helps her pull her off her dress, and she helps with his pants. She's beautiful, bare skin, pale under her clothes, and the way she's smiling. She looks almost wicked, and he tells her so. "Like when you and that girl from Bhujerba used to pull the really terrible pranks."
"Mischevious," she says primly.
"Nah. Evil."
She stretches across the rug, sighing contentedly when he tentatively cups a breast in his hand. Her nipple puckers and hardens against his palm. He runs a finger over it lightly.
"Mmm," Penelo says. She looks him over, gaze settling on his erection. He stays still, kneeling beside her, as she wraps her fingers around it.
"Yeah," he says shakily in answer to her questioning look. She moves her hand a little. It's too gentle and too slow, but he hears himself groan.
"Let's..." she says, leaning back. Her ankle hooks around his waist.
There, between her open legs, beneath the patch of soft blond. He probes gently with his fingers, spreading her open as she arches. "Nnnn, yes!" she says. She's wet inside. He slides a finger in and he can feel her clench around his fingers. "Vaan," she moans.
She wraps her legs around his waist as he leans over her, drawing him down. She shudders and gasps underneath him. "Stop," she says. It takes him a moment to process. "Vaan, stop. It hurts."
The edge in her voice stops him cold. He hurt her.
"Oh fuck. I'm sorry," he says, which sounds so pathetic he almost wishes he hadn't said anything at all.
Her hands are tight on his arms, which keeps him from drawing away to see if she's okay, or scrambling off the rug to be absolutely sure he's not close enough to make it worse, or escaping out the window with the sudden, wild shame burning through him.
"Penelo?" he tries.
"I'm okay. Sorry," she says.
He realizes that he's still holding her knee and he wonders whether he should let go. "Penelo, I'm sorry," he says again, uselessly, then wonders if he should say something different so they don't keep repeating themselves, but why on earth is she apologizing?
He disentagles himself from her awkwardly.
"Vaan, wait," she says, reaching for him. "It's okay." There's a long silence. She looks away.
Right when he's about to make another grab for his pants, just so he doesn't have to live through this moment naked, she bites her lip and gives him a sidelong look. "Um, we don't have to, but do you want to try something different?"
"Like... what do you mean?" He wonders if it's okay to be so close to her while he's still kind of hard.
"We could." She blushes. It's strange to see that when she's naked because the redness spreads down her whole body. "Have sex. You know." she mumbles. "Anally? We don't have to."
Vaan tries to consider the options, but there's absolutely nothing left in his mind. He kind of wants to laugh. Instead he asks, "Do you want to?"
"Yeah. If you do."
"Uh. Will it hurt you?"
Her smile is a little nervous, but she looks sincere. "Not if we do it right. It shouldn't." He kind of wants to ask her if she's done it before, but he can't really say it, because this is a second chance to get this right, make things go the way they should have, and he's afraid to question it.
He still pauses, but she looks hopeful, and her face is still red. She's beautiful.
"Okay. But you have to tell me if it does hurt." When she nods, "What do I do?"
"We have to... we can't just." She stops, and when she starts again she's a little less flustered. A little of the wicked gleam back in her eyes. "We need to get it wet. I could?" She licks her lips and gestures, and, wow, if he'd had any doubts about this, he loses track of them immediately.
Except. "Wait," he says. "Can I? Uh, turn over." Because he can't ask her to do that right now, no matter how bad he wants it.
She looks confused but she turns, watching him over her shoulder. Before he loses his nerve he leans in and licks her. Part of him, the part he really wishes would shut up, is a little horrified at the idea. But her skin is warm and salty, and the noise she makes...
"Oh," she says. Her eyes are huge.
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah. Do it again?"
He works his tongue into her. She reaches back between her own legs and he stops for a minute to watch her finger slip into the folds of her labia, coming out wet. From this close the scent is almost overwhelming. He closes his eyes and nuzzles against her back. One of her braids has come undone. Her hair, tangled in his fingers, is as soft as he'd imagined.
"Keep going. You don't have to... That feels amazing, but you can use your fingers if you want," she says. He licks her a few more times for good measure.
His fingers make her squirm and moan. "More," she pants. "You have to. So it's not too tight."
"This is kinda complicated."
She kicks at him lazily. "I have faith in your abilities."
"It's hard to think around you. Wait, forget I just said that."
Her body shakes as she laughs. "I'll take it as a compliment. One more thing. Hold still." She twists. Her entire hand is wet and she grabs his cock, rubbing it all over him. "Okay," she says when he doesn't move. "Before it dries."
"Hold on. I need a second or I'm gonna-"
"Should I give you some horrifying mental images? Because Fran tells some really interesting stories when she's tipsy..."
"No. Thank you," he says. "Uh. Are you ready?"
When she nods he pushes into her, very slowly. When she clenches around him he jerks forward and then freezes. "Okay?"
"'s good."
After that he can't stop himself from moving. He loses control but it's okay because Penelo is pushing back against him. She's screaming but she's saying yes and he's shouting, too. He wraps his arms around her, burying his head in her her hair. Maybe the wind blows the curtain aside then, because everything is so bright just for a moment, and he comes.
Afterwards they lie side by side. Vaan pats blindly at the rug until he finds Penelo's arm, nudging gently. She grabs his hand.
"I think we ruined the rug," he says.
"It's fine. I paid for it."
"What?"
"This place has been vacant for more than a year. I used to come here to read, so I bought a rug."
"Oh." He can't think of anything more complicated to say. He's utterly relaxed.
Penelo, on the other hand, seems energized. "That wasn't so challenging, was it?"
"Uh?"
"The sex, Vaan."
He opens his eyes. "Oh. No, I think I got it." She rolls closer and even though it's hot it's nice like this, bare skin pressed together, holding her.