queenoftheskies (queenoftheskies) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-18 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: queenoftheskies, f: final fantasy vi, march 10, p: celes/locke |
"Ice and Fire", Final Fantasy VI (Locke/Celes)
Title: Ice and Fire
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: m/f sex
Word count: 1,087
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI, Locke/Celes - magickink - ice and fire
A/N: This post is for March 10. I apologize for its tardiness.
He still didn't trust me, so I kept my hands in plain view as we hiked up the trail toward the others. My fingers itched to wrap around the runic sword sheathed on my back, but if we ran into monsters--or stray troops--I was just as quick with magic as I was my sword.
The silence made me long to scream, to break the quiet solitude of the woods. But, I held my tongue. It wouldn't do to be calling attention to ourselves, not with just two of us, all alone.
I had a lot of time to think, about the Empire, about my sins. I wondered if I'd actually been evil. The rebels certainly seemed to think so, but everything I'd done, I'd done with the best intentions of our world in my heart.
His eyes bore into my back. I wondered what he, Locke, the man who had rescued me, thought, what his gut told him about me. He didn't trust me on the outside, but what did his instincts tell him? Why was he willing to be alone with me if he distrusted me so much?
Branches cracked in the thick of the forest to our right. My hand reached for my sword instinctively and as I whirled, I saw that the thief had already reacted the same as I. We were not so different as we dropped into our respective fighting stances, our eyes trained on the spot from which the sound had originated.
When the abomination of a monster crashed into view, we sprang into action, each attacking from a different side. Weapons had no apparent effect on it. No sooner had we opened wounds than the skin bound together and healed on its own. With a hiss of anger, I sheathed my sword and switched to spell cast instead. Somehow it didn't surprise me that Locke did the same. What surprised me was the choice of spells he used against the beast.
While I cast fire--the hottest I could manage--the thief cast ice...not as powerful as I could have cast, but at a respectable level nonetheless. To our surprise, the creature responded to both, though the fire robbed him of the ability to use his right side. He tilted and fell, crashing to the ground with enough force to make the ground tremble beneath our feet. In the throes of death, it shuddered, dying with a pathetic moan and a final hiss of breath.
My heart was pounding at the close of battle; the air burned in my lungs as I panted for relief. It was no surprise to find Locke in the same condition. There was nothing like a good battle to get the blood going and, judging from the bulge in Locke's pants, it did other things for him as well. Not that I could deny the excitement of having him near any longer when he threw his arms around me with a victory cry.
Our lips met as if we two shared the same mind, open, demanding, tongues questing. It wasn't until his hands slid up to cradle my face that I realized he was extremely cold. Having grown accustomed to the after effects of magic, I'd never given them much thought. There was something pleasant about his touch, about the shiver it drove through my skin, the way my body cooled beneath my armor, the way my breasts tightened and my nipples hardened to nubs.
I slipped my own hands beneath his shirt, felt the tingle between us as the warmth leeched into his skin. He bucked against me; his erection strained against his pants. Between us, we loosened the buckles on my armor, the buttons on his shirt, the zipper on his pants. Anxious. Desperate to couple before the remainder of our magic slipped away.
Locke kicked our clothes into the underbrush. Should soldiers or travelers happen that way, our clothing would be a dead giveaway. We side-stepped through the saplings around behind the beast until he pressed my back against the grassy knoll and thrust into me, the chill of his hands fastened onto my breasts.
I closed around him, pulled him deeper inside. My fingers dug into his buttocks. My hands spread warmth into his behind. It wasn't that he needed any encouragement to plunge deeper, but he did. My legs wrapped around him, locked us together. My hands searched between us until I found his balls.
With a choking moan of pleasure, he lurched. His cock twitched inside me, went rigid, then spilled hot warmth that filled me as surely as his magic had. The vibrations of his body against mine had left me super sensitive to touch and when his mouth claimed my breast, then trailed down past my stomach and between my legs, I almost came before his lips had the chance to fasten around my clit, before the cold of his hands seeped into my thighs.
He drew my legs over his shoulders, buried his face in the curls between my legs. His breath warmed me, stirred my desire into a frenzy only he could relieve. Slowly, his tongue slid inside me, explored me, tasted me until I thrust up to meet him, welcoming him, encouraging him to more.
The moment the tip of his tongue hit my clit, I spasmed, bursts of orgasm setting my body afire. More magic than the power I'd called upon earlier, hotter, more primal than the survival instincts that had driven us to battle, this pleasure lighting my body relieved me of thought and filled me with passion.
I tasted myself on him when he kissed me. My hands sought his cock when he leaned over me. He pressed into my grip until the flaccid flesh grew solid again.
Did he trust me, I wondered, as I rolled him? The heat in his body, the desire in his eyes spoke only of his want for me. I hesitated, alarmed that it mattered to me what he thought, how he felt, whether or not he cared for me the way I was beginning to care for him.
The desire faded into question. His open mouth closed into a tentative smile. "Are you all right?"
The first time we'd spoken since leaving town.
I smiled back as I straddled him. "It's nothing." I closed my eyes and eased onto him, closed around him as the world faded to only the two of us, need gathered, and we became one.