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Infinite Longing	By : LeDiable Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XII Views: 954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Infinite Longing

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I got up and dressed quietly, leather slipping over flesh like a second skin. Soft snores came from the figure lying on the bed. I regarded him, his naked form half-covered by the sheets, and adjusted my bodice. The last thing I wanted was my breasts popping out during a battle. The curtains swayed in the desert wind and he shivered but did not wake. Some of the others may have been awake and waiting for us, but I didn�t want to disturb him yet. The mesh curtains caught in my claws as I pulled them back. The Estersand stretched out in front of me, sweltering and cruel even in the early morning light. Inside it was only marginally cooler. I sat down on the floor by the curtains and decided to wait for him to wake on his own.

Moments like this were rare in our line of work. Usually we only had a chance to take cat-naps on the Strahl in between dashing to and fro. The most luxurious thing we had done in a while was indulge in a late-night drink at the Sandsea. And even that had been interrupted by Vaan coming in and bothering us about Penelo. That led to Bhujerba and parts unknown. Until here we were, staying overnight somewhere in the Estersands and trying to catch our breath until the next crisis.

He shifted position in bed and still did not open his eyes. I started to brush my hair. Silver strands slid through my fingers and slipped away into the wind. I felt so old next to him, I who had lived who knows how many times his age before I met him and would probably live on after he perished. My heart skipped a beat at that thought. I didn�t want to think about living without him. He had become such a part of my life in the past few years that to imagine him as gone forever was painful. We had a tight friendship, preferring each others company to that of strangers. And yet there was an understanding on that front as well. As long as we came back to each other in the end it didn�t matter what happened in between. He had gone off on his own a few times, coming back with the smell of another, and we had continued on without any comment.

�Fran? How long have you been up?� he asked, sitting up slowly and running a hand through his hair.

�Not long. I didn�t want to disturb you.� I kept my eyes on the sands as he got up and started to dress himself. �I haven�t checked on the others yet.�

�You were standing guard over me then? How thoughtful.� He bent over and gave me a kiss on the back of the head. I felt a blush creeping up my face and my ears stood straight at attention. It was embarrassing that he still had that effect on me. A knowing smile met my glare.

�We should get ready and meet the others.� I stood up and stretched my legs.

He shrugged and looked almost sad.

The rest of the day was spent walking through the oppressive heat in a vain attempt to find the mark we were hunting. Vaan and Penelo began complaining around lunchtime of fatigue. And by the time the sun started to set we were back where we had started with hardly any loot to make up for it.

Balthier flopped down on the bed in our rented room and let out a sigh of exasperation. �I�m exhausted. Why did I ever let that damned moogle talk me into this?!�

I set my bow and arrows carefully on a chair near the door and approached the bed. My helmet was tossed aside with little ceremony. Finally my ears were free to do as they liked. His eyes were closed and his earrings flopped onto the pillow haphazardly. My fingers tentatively reached out and ran across his belt, finally resting on the buckle. A sharp intake of breath met my touch and his hand grabbed mine.

�Feeling frisky tonight are we?�

�I thought it would relieve your stress.� I kept my voice quiet and even as I slid my hand underneath his vest and shirt, meeting warm skin that pulled taut into goose bumps. He hissed in surprise and arched his back into the pillows. �It has been too long since we have done this.�

�It never struck me that you enjoyed it,� he whispered. In response I moved my hand down lower, past the waist of his pants and towards what he usually wanted touched more than anything else. My other hand went to the clasps for his vest, tugging them out insistently. He covered my hand with his own and we both snapped it open as quickly as it could. I could hear the curses that he muttered underneath his breath, and his heartbeat as it got faster and faster. My hand was still in his pants, massaging his hip bone and every once in a while acting like it might move lower.

The buttons on his shirt were harder and required more concentration than he was able to give at the moment. Silently promising to buy him a new shirt later, I pulled as hard as I could on the fabric, creating a spray of buttons. Instead of yelling at me for ruining yet another one of his shirts, he moaned and tried to maneuver his body so that my hand would touch his cock. His chest laid bare in front of me, I adjusted so that I was sitting on his legs just below what he wanted touched more than anything else. The belt buckle came unhooked easily. He shook his head in pain at the loss of contact. I unfastened his pants and his half-hard cock slipped out through the opening. My finger ran along the underside, causing it to grow firmer and him to jump and stifle a curse.

His chest was heaving and sweat beaded on his forehead. A blush had spread to his cheeks and half-open eyes met my glance. �You...like this part...� he gasped. I smiled and nodded.

The room seemed to be getting hotter with each passing moment. My clothes were sticking to my skin and they creaked in the heat. Balthier�s breath was shallow and quick, the only sound in the room. I leaned forward and licked a trail up his chest. He tasted of sand and sweat and lust, intoxicating. A nipple met my tongue and I gave it special attention, circling it with my tongue and sucking gently, savoring each low moan I received in response. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were half-closed and a small smile played on his lips.

My hands left their position on his hips and ran up his chest, lingering at his nipples before resting on his cheeks. I was surprised he hadn�t grabbed me and forced me to go faster. Usually he found it hard to be patient when we were together, but today he seemed content to make it last as long as possible. Our lips clashed as I pulled his head to mine. My heart fluttered, he was freedom and light and irresistible. His cock laid between us, hard and wanting. I didn�t want this to end just yet. Our lips parted, slick with saliva. He appraised me warmly, cocking his head to the side.

�You spoil me Fran.�

�I try my best.� He reached up and cupped one of my breasts with his hand. I shuddered, letting my eyes close. But all too soon the contact was gone and he laid there looking expectantly up at me. We kissed again, I used the opportunity to trail my hand down to his cock. Grabbing it gently, though he still gasped and bit my lip, I touched it lightly, tracing its every inch. Beads of sweat broke out on his face and he grimaced as if in pain. It was growing at my touch, getting harder and leaking fluid.

While I did this I rained kisses down his chest, which made him squirm even more. His hand was firm on my hip, keeping me down on the bed and near him. His other hand was fisted in the sheets and he continuously had to readjust his grip as sweat made the sheets slide out of his grip.

He looked so wanton, lying there with his shirt spread open and pants parted. Raspy breaths burst from his lungs. He twisted each time I moved my hand up on his cock. I had to try to ignore him in order to keep from stopping and taking care of myself.

I busied myself taking him as far to the edge as I dared. I didn�t want him to climax too soon. Mindful of my claws, I gripped him harder and stroked up and down faster. His fingernails dug into my hips. I hissed in pain, I would have to hide the bruises tomorrow. My thumb traced circles on the tip of his cock, making it twitch to and fro. When I looked up at his face I was astonished that he was so close already. Even after living with Humes for years I still didn�t fully understand them. His eyes were tightly shut and he was gritting his teeth as if in pain.

At the slackening of my pace he groaned and opened his eyes to the barest slits. �It hurts...� he whispered. �Please...it hurts.�

I could never resist him when he was like this. My hand pumped harder and our lips collided as his control finally broke, spraying us both with semen. He stifled a scream by biting on his hand, leaving deep impressions of his teeth.

The bed creaked as I slid off of it and grabbed a towel. After I had cleaned myself off I tossed it to him. He barely registered that he noticed it hitting the bed beside him, he had his eyes closed in exhaustion. I wiped the mess up off his chest and threw the towel in a corner. In the morning I would hang it up for the maid.

The hotel had a small pump for getting water outside the front door and I filled a small bucket with water and took it back to our room. He had barely moved from h is position on the bed and seemed in no hurry to either.

My bodice�s snaps and clasps came undone easily as I undressed. I felt his eyes upon me, but did not pay any attention to him. Water dripped off the wash cloth when I wrung it out before starting to wipe away the sweat and grime of our day�s journeys. The water was warm on my skin, but grew cooler as it evaporated. His gaze was distracting, it bore holes in my back.

I collapsed onto the bed next to him, suddenly weary. Sleep seemed very attractive right now. I barely noticed when he got up off the bed before I closed my eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.

All of a sudden there were arms around me, smelling clean and fresh and like him. He nuzzled his face against my breasts and we both drifted off to sleep. The heat didn�t seem so unbearable now.
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