As One

Spoilers for 2.5 Before the Dawn!

When all of our friends are dead and just a memory

And we’re side by side, it’s always been just you and me

For all to see

-Skulls by Bastille

“Sorry I dragged you into this, Papalymo…”

“Hah, its hardly the first time. And I’ll be damned if it will be the last.”

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Getting out alive had been a bonus. They were both prepared to do whatever it took to save the rest of their teammates, even if that meant death. It sure had looked bleak and it didn't look any better. But they had at least got out of Ul'dah.

Now they laid wet and cold in the middle of a desert. Everything ached and their armor all looked beyond repair. They had swam and ran through the sewers and then ran even more until the city of Ul'dah was just a speck of light in the distance behind them. But despite the heat during the day, the desert nights were freezing. No place for two soaking, near-dead Scions.

They didn't know if any of their friends had made it out alive and they had no idea where was safe. They didn't speak, they didn't have any words. The shock was still setting in. Papalymo gathered what few sticks and dead sagebrush he could find and started a small fire — not big enough to cause any noticeable smoke. They both huddled around it, shivering.

Yda reached over and took his hand into hers. They sat on in silence. When she shook especially hard, he would heat up the hand she held and when the sobs started to wrack her body, he pulled her close.

“Do you think we are all that's left?” she mumbled when the tears finally stopped.

“I would love to give you good news, but you know as much as me.”

“Alone for real this time.”

He let the fire die out, having no more to feed it to keep it going. They were too injured to try and find more kindling but too scared to sleep. Yda hiccuped, threatening to start crying again; Papalymo turned to her, lifting her chin up. He kissed her softly, moving his lips against hers. She threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him because he was all that was left.

She dipped down and kissed his neck ever so softly. She crawled into his lap, pushing her hands into his robes and just feeling the warmness of his skin. He shuddered, his own hands darting under her shirt to cup her breasts. She rubbed herself against him, tugging at his pants.

He chuckled, “Impatient, aren't we?”

“Everyone we know is probably dead or wants us dead, excuse me for wanting to forget that for a bit,” she whispered, her voice was lighthearted despite the harsh words.

He kissed her again, harder this time, biting her lip. She managed to pull his cock out of his pants and started to stroke it. She lifted her hips up and, without warning, lowered herself onto him. He groaned loudly and she started moving. He grabbed her hips, his head tossed back and eyes closed.

She bit his neck and he reached down between them to rub her clit. She moved faster, gasping, as he stroked her slowly.

“Yda...” he panted, lifting his hips up.

“Do...do the magic thing...” she said breathlessly.

He nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. He let an electrical shock from his fingers and, for the first time, they came together. She slumped forward after the shaking stopped and he nearly fell back. He wrapped his robes around the both of them and laid the both of them down.

“We'll find them,” she mumbled sleepily.

He nodded and, this time, he kissed her neck.