Partners Too Long

By: greenmage128

folder Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII

Rating: Adult +

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Category: Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII

Rating: Adult +

Chapters: 1

Views: 1,400

Reviews: 1

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 0

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Partners Too Long

Title: Partners Too Long

Fandom: Final Fantasy XII

Rating: NC-17...ish

Summary: Sometimes the quiet viera isn't so...quiet.

Warnings: Surprise pairing! First M/F bit done in ages! And...possible OOC on Fran's part. Though she does have a quirky sense of humor, if you ask me. Oh, and bold use of italics! ...Get it?

Author's Note: Once again, one of the first stories I've actually finished involves a viera and/or humor. Jeez, am I going for a record or what?

Fran gasped as his tongue found that place between her legs. Her back arched, and reflexively her hips bucked forward but were hindered by two strong hands keeping her in place. She placed a hand in his hair, gripping tighter than intended, as another wave of pleasure coursed through her. She wanted to moan, to scream his name to the gods, but she was mindful of her other party members in the adjacent rooms.

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, and her hips bucked again. One of his hands loosed from her side, sliding down her rump and thigh. The viera whimpered, knowing exactly where she wanted that hand. And he knew it too. He gave her buttock a squeeze before sliding one finger inside her warmth. Quickly it changed to two, and merely that was enough to drive Fran wild, especially in combination with the techniques his tongue was still employing.

He added a third finger, hissing as he realized just how tight she was. Fran growled, an almost feral sound, and closed her eyes. She let go of the control that normally defined her, surrendered her composure (what little of it was left), and let him take her to that height that she now so desperately needed.

In the afterglow, he lay above her with a gentle, if somewhat nervous, smile. Fran returned the gesture and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him, though it was fairly chaste. Both were too tired for anything more, having spent all day following Vaan around the Estersand (and their only reward was a key into Barheim, of all places). He pulled out of the embrace, only to curl up at her side, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiled and snuggled into his arms and rested her head against his shoulder. Slowly she drifted off into the land of dreams.

The next morning, she awoke later than usual and to an empty bed. After washing, dressing, and checking her equipment, she headed down into the tavern of the Sandsea. She found Balthier sitting a table, poring over a map.

"And how does this morning find you?" Fran said with an almost cheery tone.

Balthier looked up, an eyebrow raised. "Tired. Rabanastre's coffee is sorely lacking."

"What? No princess to keep you warm?" the viera laughed.

The pirate glared. "The damned Dalmascan heat prevents such things." He sighed and shook his head, taking a sip from his cup. "I believe we've been partners for too long."

Fran looked curious. "Oh?"

Balthier nodded. "It seems I've inherited some of the viera's keen hearing. Even though you were attempting to be quiet, as discretion is part of your nature, I could still hear you."

Fran's eyes widened. Her face grew hot, and she found that she could not look square at Balthier. "I...apologize."

It was then Basch arrived at their table with the younger three not far behind him. He noticed Fran gazing absently at the table, head hung low, and instantly his expression became concerned.

"Indeed. I did not know the Captain was so...zealous in his bedside manner." Balthier chuckled. "Though it is more bedroom manner, I suppose."

Basch turned a deep shade of red and prayed to the gods that Ashe was out of earshot.

Balthier laughed quietly before departing the table to join Vaan, Penelo, and the princess. Fran and Basch sat in an uncomfortable silence until the ex-captain gathered enough courage to speak.

"Should we be quieter or, perhaps, stop?"

Fran looked up and considered him. She stood up, moving in close to him. "Just the opposite. We should give him something to honestly complain about." A grin flashed across her face for a brief moment, and she joined the rest of the party.

Basch watched her walk. Annoy Balthier? Normally, it wasn't something he'd consider, but given the method...he couldn't say he really cared about Balthier's feelings on the subject.

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