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anythingdrabbleTitle: Locked In
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:the_paradigm
Characters/Pairing: Basch/Penelo
Rating: T (for kissing/age gap and some suspense)
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 155: Intimate
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Age Gap (Romantic Context)
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: Or the one where Penelo takes what she wanted. Part XI of a (rampaging) Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-X here @ Ao3. Only one left and I'll be done blowing up your feed!
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
She was locked between his legs, her torso pressed against his chest, and her lips were on his, and she tasted of cherries. The shock of it sent a ragged breath through his nostrils and he had no idea why he was not pulling away except that she was kissing him again and he was kissing her back and it was sweet, and ripe, and everything he had not dared to imagine before.
He did not know when he had let her hands free except that now her palms were on his flushed cheeks, her fingers through his short beard.
Penelo held his face to hers, and she savored the taste of the wine on his lips. She nearly forgot where they were, so long she had dreamed of this one instance; she was determined not to let the circumstance ruin the moment.
But a sharp whistle from across the courtyard reminded her of the hard stone against her shoulder, and the muted music from the ballroom, and she sighed against Basch’s mouth with regret.
“This wasn’t part of the plan either, I’m afraid,” she whispered, her teeth scraping his stunned lips as she unsheathed her dagger from her belt.
—
Basch went to shout, but Penelo clamped a hand over his mouth. With one swift thrust, she tore through the buttons of his jacket, and with surgical precision relieved him of the Black Belt. She grinned, yanking the accessory from around his waist. Basch flailed for it to be back in his possession, and in doing so, released her from the trappings of his legs. Penelo muttered her incantation, rolled deftly and crouched out of his reach. This time, it hit.
Disabled, Basch could move, but not against her.
“Give me a head start,” she laughed, tossing him a Remedy.
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Author:
the_paradigmCharacters/Pairing: Basch/Penelo
Rating: T (for kissing/age gap and some suspense)
Challenge: Amnesty Round, Challenge 155: Intimate
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Age Gap (Romantic Context)
Spoilers: End-Game/Post-Canon.
Summary: Or the one where Penelo takes what she wanted. Part XI of a (rampaging) Drabble Sequence. You can read Parts I-X here @ Ao3. Only one left and I'll be done blowing up your feed!
Disclaimer: I do not own FFXII or the characters.
She was locked between his legs, her torso pressed against his chest, and her lips were on his, and she tasted of cherries. The shock of it sent a ragged breath through his nostrils and he had no idea why he was not pulling away except that she was kissing him again and he was kissing her back and it was sweet, and ripe, and everything he had not dared to imagine before.
He did not know when he had let her hands free except that now her palms were on his flushed cheeks, her fingers through his short beard.
Penelo held his face to hers, and she savored the taste of the wine on his lips. She nearly forgot where they were, so long she had dreamed of this one instance; she was determined not to let the circumstance ruin the moment.
But a sharp whistle from across the courtyard reminded her of the hard stone against her shoulder, and the muted music from the ballroom, and she sighed against Basch’s mouth with regret.
“This wasn’t part of the plan either, I’m afraid,” she whispered, her teeth scraping his stunned lips as she unsheathed her dagger from her belt.
—
Basch went to shout, but Penelo clamped a hand over his mouth. With one swift thrust, she tore through the buttons of his jacket, and with surgical precision relieved him of the Black Belt. She grinned, yanking the accessory from around his waist. Basch flailed for it to be back in his possession, and in doing so, released her from the trappings of his legs. Penelo muttered her incantation, rolled deftly and crouched out of his reach. This time, it hit.
Disabled, Basch could move, but not against her.
“Give me a head start,” she laughed, tossing him a Remedy.
