queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-05 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: queenoftheskies, f: final fantasy vi, march 05, p: celes/leo |
Stolen Moments, Final Fantasy VI (Leo/Celes)
Title: Stolen Moments
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: sex
Word count: 1,439
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI, Leo/Celes: giving in to temptation - "Savor (or mourn) this later"
It hurt. In fact, it hurt like hell.
Celes breathed in slowly, focusing on each step, trying to ignore the burning pain in her abdomen. She stumbled, caught herself, then stumbled again, dropping to one knee. At this rate, she'd never make it back before the troops moved in. But, maybe that's what she deserved for dropping her guard.
Falling onto her bottom, she ventured her first glance at the wound, lower left quadrant, almost on her side. Magic burn. And, pretty bad. Only one person who could have hit her from behind their lines and with magic, too. Kefka, why? Though she had a pretty good idea as to why.
They'd argued extensively over the past week because of her decision not to kill civilians and burn their town. They'd done nothing to warrant death or even severe punishment. They hadn't even been harboring rebels that she could see and she wasn't about to start torturing or killing people just to flush out the infidels.
For some reason, he'd branded her a traitor, though she was starting to wonder if what he and the Empire were up to was really everything she'd been told. They might have been able to infuse her with magic, but so far, they hadn't resorted to brainwashing her, like they had the magic user they'd found only a couple of weeks before. They'd said she was a rebel and that they intended to use her against her own kind.
Celes had agreed at first, but now...she couldn't see using a slave crown on anyone. Honor was honor, after all. And a government--or soldiers--without honor was worth very little in her mind. With a hint of sadness, she realized it was a dying value, a value she'd learned at the hands of her mentor and general of the Empire's combined troops.
Leo. She hoped Kefka didn't turn on him as well. He'd been far more vocal in his views of their methods and tactics than she had.
In fact, she hadn't completely realized her views until she'd had to make the decision not to act like the Empire had wanted her to. It would have been so easy to cast that fire spell, but the fear in the eyes of the townspeople, the soft sobbing of mothers holding babies in their arms, had stopped her. Those people had as much right to life as any citizens of the Empire, maybe more.
Easing off the packed dirt road and into the moss-lined forest, she collapsed with a weary sigh. If she could stop the bleeding, she might have a chance, but she was so tired she lacked the strength for anything other than closing her eyes.
#
She woke with a start. A strange tingling filled her body, which was oddly devoid of pain. It was a moment before her mind cleared and she realized...she wasn't alone. Before she could stagger to her feet, strong hands restrained her; fingers wrapped around her wrists, captured her hands.
"Easy, there." He held her hands a moment longer than necessary and then released them with a smile.
"Leo." It was more of a gasp than an observation. "I...how did you...why did you..."
"When they returned without you and Kefka was so certain of your death, I put two and two together and figured I'd better come looking, after dark when I was off duty and no one would suspect."
An empty vial lay on the ground between them, a healing potion unless she missed her guess.
"Thank you." Without thinking, Celes captured one of the hands that had just released hers. "Now that he's branded me a traitor, you're risking your life just being here with me."
A smile lit his weather-worn face. "Quite honestly, Celes, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be."
Under his intense gaze, she flushed. It made her uncomfortable; she couldn't really remember ever having been embarrassed before. But, there was something about the way he looked at her, something that made her stomach flutter and her heart beat just a little faster.
She didn't protest when he unbuckled the straps of the sword harness that crossed over her chest between her breasts, didn't resist when the magic weapon hit the ground behind her with a thunk. Captivated by his eyes, she met him when he leaned forward to press his lips to hers.
His lips were warm when he kissed her, his touch feather light as he unfastened her armor. He smelled of leather and spices and the hint of sweat. His body, hard against hers, yielded when she leaned against him and, together, they tumbled to the ground.
With the fumbling of fingers and rending of fabric, his fingers found their way inside the leather tunic she wore beneath her discarded armor. Trembling, she freed him from his pants, wondering if he'd wanted her as long as she'd wanted him.
He stiffened in her hands when she stroked him, moaned against her skin as his mouth found her breast. With a soft sigh, she relaxed as he rolled her, straddled her, and cradled her while he suckled desperately. Muscles in her stomach tightened each time he drew her futher into his mouth. Teeth scraped nipple; lips trailed to the hollow between her breasts.
She lost track of time, lost in the moment that was them, in the warmth and passion that possessed them and drove them. He filled her and stroked her, pumped back and forth, his movements urgent, intense. With each stroke, he teased her, inflamed her, drove her closer to the rapture that threatened to consume her.
She came with a silent exhale and a thrill of release that drove deep shudders through her body. Desperately, she clung to him and he to her. He collapsed atop her with an oomph and she felt him tremble inside her, fill her with wet warmth.
Tears in her eyes, she sought his lips, kissed them eagerly, hungrily, driving her tongue into his mouth, needful to know him--every inch of him--before fate drove them apart. He parted from her gently, sliding up her and off her, until he lay in the grass beside her. Warm fingers dried her tears, stroked her to passion and release again.
Until the moon rose high in the heavens and they both gave in to sleep.
#
The first blush of dawn smudged the dark blue sky when they woke, still wrapped in one another's arms.
Leo stroked back her hair, kissed her forehead, and then breathed against her skin, "I only pray we don't mourn this time spent together later."
"I could never mourn any time spent with you," she whispered, brushing his cheek with her fingertips.
"You know this is something not meant to be."
"I..." The words hung in her throat. She wanted to protest, so believe that the war would be over and they could be together one day. But, the note of truth in his assertion stung enough that she fell silent, fighting the melancholy that threatened to overcome her.
"For now," he said, his breath warm against her temple, "let us savor this time we have together. Let us relish it and remember it long after it's past."
"I will always remember you, Leo. No matter what happens between us, what happens..." She pulled away and turned to look at her sword, still within arm's reach.
"Celes?"
"I can't go back. We both know that. If I do..."
"Run. Go as far away as you can. Hide from this vicious war until..."
"I'm not a coward."
He gathered her up in his arms again, his arms strong, his body hot. "Not a coward, but a powerful woman and a brilliant commander. When your body doesn't turn up, they'll hunt for you and, unlike Kefka, they'll want you alive."
"They'll do to me what they've done to her...turn me into an unthinking, unfeeling weapon...won't they?"
He wouldn't meet her eyes, but he nodded. "I know of a place...a place you can hide. I'll come when I can and we can...some day, we'll be together. I promise."
"Can you stay?" Already, she felt the ache of separation, the despair of loneliness. "Just until it's light?" It wouldn't be long; too soon, he'd be gone.
"Yes." He kissed her again and gentle hands traced her curves. "But just until full light and then I must go."
"I'll wait for you," she whispered breathlessly, leaning into his caresses. "I'll watch for you."
But, until the war was over, she knew all they'd have to share were stolen moments.