Re: Forever - Final Fantasy XII, Fran/Penelo, Becoming a Woman (2/2)
This teen hume before her was extraordinary in that she had grown better over time and through experience. Never letting her eyes be hid behind lies and keeping her morals in check when the others had forgotten theirs'. Fran was entranced by this woman before her as Penelo finished her meal and smiled in gratitude of all the viera had done for her, conveyed simply with her eyes. The day went on with little talk, Penelo getting up and stretching her body to keep herself limber as Fran went about preparing for their departure in the morning. When night fell, their meals eaten, Penelo yawned but showed no signs of sleepiness. Instead, Fran was aware from the blush that had not left the young woman's cheeks in the last hour, that Penelo was contemplating something that she wasn't completely sure of. Fran thought she had inkling of what it might be, having grown accustom to humes strange behaviors, and waited patiently.
Slipping off her armor to prepare for bed, undressing before shy blue eyes with no sense of shame for the viera were proud of their bodies, Fran sensed the slightest amount of tension fill the small tent. Sitting on her bedroll, naked, she locked eyes with the young woman.
"Is there something on your mind?" she asked, her hand pressing against Penelo's forehead to make sure that anything that was to come wasn't a result of a fever. There was none.
"You've helped me so much these last few days and I wanted to do something to thank you...," Penelo nibbled on her lip as she made up her mind, "and I was hoping if you would accept a kiss?"
"I will accept any gift you seek to present me with," the viera said, wondering if the young woman would further prove the strength of her character.
Gripping the end of her blanket to cover her nudity, Penelo crawled forward and kissed the viera on the lips softly. Pulling away but remaining where she was, Penelo opened her eyes and sought acceptance in red eyes. It was enough for Fran, who wrapped her hand around the back of Penelo's neck and urged their lips together again. Gentle was the kiss as Penelo's hand released her hold of her blanket, allowing herself to be exposed to the older woman and moving closer so their bodies touched. Chills ran along both their bodies as they slowly touched and kissed. Eventually, Penelo would straddle Fran's lap, growing bold the more comfortable she became with the situation. Taking charge and proving her womanhood to the viera.
Fran slipped fingers into the younger woman, growing more aroused by the sounds of their flesh together and Penelo's gentle pants into her mouth. Finally, Penelo's mouth moved away from hers, her torso and head thrown back as she rode fingers that knew how to please as well as they knew how to kill. Forever would the scene be etched into Fran's mind as she watched pale flesh, tanned only at the face and arms, move against her. Small perky breasts bouncing in rhythm with the thrusts and movements below.
Forever etched in Fran's memory would be the young woman in her lap, her own dark fingers buried deep within the young flower, who withered and moaned, before crying out in shock as she orgasmed. Forever would she remember the taste of eager lips, appreciative of everything Fran was and had done for her. Forever would Fran remember the young woman she watched grow from a child to woman, with only the slightest help of this moment.
In the morning, they would pretend nothing had happened, but they would always remember. Forever.