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[Amnesty: Challenge 82 - Footwork] - FFXII - Basch & Penelo - Intentional
Title:Intentional
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:the_paradigm
Characters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo (Basch/Penelo if you want)
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 82: Footwork
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Age Gap
Spoilers: End-Game.
Summary: He thinks he knows what she's up to. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention and A Vertical Challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“I know what you are doing,” Basch whispered, his breath tickling the loose hair around her ear. Penelo laughed breathily, her heart skipping a beat. Did he? Her fingers spidered over the back of his neck as he turned her expertly about the ballroom.
“Oh?” she inquired, pulling back to grin up at him. He was struggling to remain relaxed, with his hand on her waist and his eyes ever watchful for threat.
“You are going to get me fired,” he murmured through a forged smile, but his eyes were mirthful as he spun her directly in front of Larsa.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:
the_paradigmCharacters/Pairing: Basch & Penelo (Basch/Penelo if you want)
Rating: G
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 82: Footwork
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Age Gap
Spoilers: End-Game.
Summary: He thinks he knows what she's up to. Companion piece to For Lack of Attention and A Vertical Challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
“I know what you are doing,” Basch whispered, his breath tickling the loose hair around her ear. Penelo laughed breathily, her heart skipping a beat. Did he? Her fingers spidered over the back of his neck as he turned her expertly about the ballroom.
“Oh?” she inquired, pulling back to grin up at him. He was struggling to remain relaxed, with his hand on her waist and his eyes ever watchful for threat.
“You are going to get me fired,” he murmured through a forged smile, but his eyes were mirthful as he spun her directly in front of Larsa.