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[Amnesty: Challenge 125 - Dancing] - FFXII - A Different Kind of Dance
Title: A Different Kind of Dance
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:the_paradigm
Characters/Pairing: Basch/Penelo
Rating: PG/T depending on how you wanna look at it.
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 125: Dancing
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Age Gap (Romantic Context)
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: It's been a while since they've tangoed like this; Basch is a little out of practice. Part X of a (rampaging) Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-XI here @ Ao3.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
Penelo knew he would never intentionally hurt her, and it was a big part of what made him so easy. She let him pull her close—just long enough for her to inhale his scent—before she pressed her free hand against his, the one holding her wrist. She pushed—swung her captured arm—and grabbed him in turn, twisting his arm until he was hunched. She shoved him down, and Basch growled as he was forced into a kneeling position through his locked shoulder.
He did not go down easy.
With a near battle cry, Basch threw his weight down, rolled, swiped her feet with his legs. In her skirts, Penelo missed the mark and fell into his guard, where his legs hooked around her waist, her tiny body trapped between his thighs, and she fell forward with a yelp. Her shoulders fell against his chest as he forced her wrists into an armlock behind her back.
Her breath came in hot bursts against his neck as she wriggled, tucking her knees into the ground for leverage.
“Penelo, stop this,” Basch heaved as she writhed, locking his torso when she gained purchase on the ground with her feet, trying to lift him and get her knees under his hips for a guard break.
Penelo nipped at his chin with her teeth in response.
Basch yelped at the sting and Penelo’s gleeful laugh rang out through the gardens. She had never fought this unfairly when they trained together. With a twist of his hips, he managed to topple her down to the ground, both of them on their sides facing one another.
Her face was only centimeters from his, and he could not ignore her smile. He could ignore nothing about her, then, least of all when she kissed him.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:
the_paradigmCharacters/Pairing: Basch/Penelo
Rating: PG/T depending on how you wanna look at it.
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 125: Dancing
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Age Gap (Romantic Context)
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: It's been a while since they've tangoed like this; Basch is a little out of practice. Part X of a (rampaging) Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-XI here @ Ao3.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
Penelo knew he would never intentionally hurt her, and it was a big part of what made him so easy. She let him pull her close—just long enough for her to inhale his scent—before she pressed her free hand against his, the one holding her wrist. She pushed—swung her captured arm—and grabbed him in turn, twisting his arm until he was hunched. She shoved him down, and Basch growled as he was forced into a kneeling position through his locked shoulder.
He did not go down easy.
With a near battle cry, Basch threw his weight down, rolled, swiped her feet with his legs. In her skirts, Penelo missed the mark and fell into his guard, where his legs hooked around her waist, her tiny body trapped between his thighs, and she fell forward with a yelp. Her shoulders fell against his chest as he forced her wrists into an armlock behind her back.
Her breath came in hot bursts against his neck as she wriggled, tucking her knees into the ground for leverage.
“Penelo, stop this,” Basch heaved as she writhed, locking his torso when she gained purchase on the ground with her feet, trying to lift him and get her knees under his hips for a guard break.
Penelo nipped at his chin with her teeth in response.
Basch yelped at the sting and Penelo’s gleeful laugh rang out through the gardens. She had never fought this unfairly when they trained together. With a twist of his hips, he managed to topple her down to the ground, both of them on their sides facing one another.
Her face was only centimeters from his, and he could not ignore her smile. He could ignore nothing about her, then, least of all when she kissed him.