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As One	By : mayofish Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Het - Male/Female Views: 1225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIV or its characters. I will make no money off of my midget porn.

Chapter List
- 1-As One
- 2-Payback
- 3-Even
- 4-Together
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When our lives are over and all that remains

Are our skulls and bones let's take it to the grave

And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms

I'll be buried here with you

And I'll hold in these hands all that remains

-Skulls by Bastille

Papalymo learned quickly that Yda was very needy. He wasn't complaining; it never interfered with their work and really it helped both of them work harder. They had always been close and it was no different than it had been before. But Yda was always one to want to take it a step farther, and maybe even a step too far. Papalymo wondered if she even knew what the word 'no' meant.
She nudged Papalymo in the middle of the night. It was her turn to keep watch over the camp while he slept. They had once again been stuck sleeping in the middle of no where and this chosen area was more dangerous than most. They had to take turns watching over the other or risk becoming food to some beast.
“Papalymo?”
“Gods, what now?” he groaned sleepily, not even sitting up.
She moved to hover over him, bringing her lips to brush his ear and then down his neck. He shuddered. The two of them had learned very fast that the tattoos they had were very sensitive and Yda loved to take advantage of it. Her hands slipped into his robes and she ran her nails down his chest.
“Yda...Isn't it your turn to keep watch?”
“I am.”
“Is that why you are trying to disrobe me?” he asked, not amused.
“I want to try something different.”
“Yda. It is the middle of the night.”
“Let's go all the way.”
He sat up so fast their heads smacked against each other and he grabbed her hands.
“What?!”
“I said—”
“I know what you said, woman!”
“Then—”
“No! No, no, no!”
“Now you're the one interrupting me!”
He took a deep breath and let go of her wrists. He smoothed his hands over his face and found that he was blushing again. He thought he had gotten over that but Yda always was full of surprises.
“Yda. We are not having sex in the middle of the most dangerous part of the Black Shroud.”
“But—”
“No.” She pouted and Papalymo sighed, “I'll take over watch early. You can go to sleep now.”
“Okay. Fine. But I'm sleeping here,” she said as she pulled his blanket away from him and curled up into his sleeping cot.
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It was a few days later that Papalymo and Yda finally got to return to civilization. Girdania to be exact. They finally went back to the city to stock on supplies and report their most recent findings. Papalymo went on his way to speak to the Elder Seedseer and he handed Yda the small amount of gil they had so that she could get supplies. They met back up in the afternoon.
“Did you get everything on the list?” He asked, adjusting his staff on his back. He was ready to head back out into the woods.
“I got a hotel room.”
“Okay, good — wait, you did what?”
“It won't hurt to stay here just one more night! Come on, Papalymo! I missed being around real people!” She grabbed his hand and hoisted him onto her shoulders.
“Put me down this instant!”
“It's this way!”
“The Adventures Guild is the other way, Yda!” She didn't reply just kept running. “Yda! Where are we going?!'
She finally sat him down in front of a very large and very fancy building, “Our room is this way!”
“Yda. This is...a resort... How much did this cost? Did you get the supplies?”
She laughed awkwardly, “Don't worry about it. We still have some gil!”
“How much gil, Yda?”
She grabbed a small purse from her waist and peeked inside, “200!”
“Two hundred gil?! I gave you two thousand to get supplies!”
“Don't get mad! You have to see this room!” She grabbed his hand again and dragged him into the building and down the winding halls. She stopped in front of a door and fumbled around for the key. Then she threw open the door to a huge room.
“There is only one bed in this room...” And it was heart-shaped. It slowly dawned on him what she had planned. “Oh Twelve. Yda, no.”
“You said not in the Shroud but this isn't the Shroud!”
Papalymo actually turned to leave. She grabbed his wrist and jerked him back towards her.
“Okay! Look, I can sleep on the floor, just please don't leave me here alone. I was just trying to be nice!” She said quickly. She looked hurt and Papalymo cursed himself.
He sighed and sat down his bag, “I guess it will be nice to sleep in a nice bed for a night instead of on the ground.”
She smiled so big he thought her face would crack. It made him smile back.
He leaned his staff against the wall, moving to take off the aetheric meter from his neck and placing it on the of tables in the large room. When he looked back at Yda, she had taken off her visor and bandanna. He never got used to how she looked with her hair down or how bright her eyes were. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't look away.
“Is there something on my face?” she asked.
He looked away quickly and coughed, shaking his head, “I'm gonna go get washed up,” he said quietly.
She frowned but nodded, watching him go into the washroom.
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When Papalymo came back out into the main room he found Yda had put out her outdoor sleeping cot on the floor next to the bed and he felt bad. He crawled into the large bed and then looked at her.
“Come here,” he said, patting the bed next to him.
“Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable,” she mumbled, standing up.
“Be quiet,” he mumbled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards him.
She rolled on top of him and pushed her face against his neck. His hands found her hips and grabbed them tightly, digging his nails into her skin. She understood. She kissed his tattoo, nipping at the skin and he rolled his head back to give her more room. She took it, licking and leaving marks across his pale skin. He groaned, using his thumbs to make circles on her hipbones. She kissed up his neck and then took his face into her hands, staring into his eyes.
“Yda...” he breathed, getting lost in her endless blue eyes and then she was kissing him.
It was awkward and their teeth clashed but eventually they found a rhythm with both teeth and tongue. Papalymo pushed his hands into her hair and pulled her back, panting. She nipped at his neck again and started to tug his robes open. He pulled her shirt off and any objections he may have ever had where thrown to wind when he saw her breasts.
He sat up, moving his hand from her hips to cup her breasts. He kissed them, dragging his tongue over her hardened nipples until she was squirming. He left purple bruises across her collar bone and chest. He sucked at her nipples and then blew cold air on them. She arched her back, moaning his name loudly. He pushed her onto her back and straddled her hips, kissing down her stomach and pulling off her shorts.
He kissed her thighs and pressed his fingers to her center. She rocked against him and clawed at his robes. He shrugged them off and allowed her to pull of his pants. He knelt between her legs, both of them completely nude and panting.
“Yda—” he suddenly found himself self-conscious.
“If you back out now I will have to explain to the others why they don't have a body to bury,” she titled her hips up, rubbing herself against his erection.
He found himself chuckling breathlessly and gave a nod. With one hand holding her hips, he used his other line himself up. Yda wasn't waiting though and she shifted her hips sharply, allowing him to sink deep into her. He grunted, his nails breaking the skin on her hip. She gasped, tossing her head back.
“Oh gods...” he panted, one hand clawing her hip and the other holding him up. It had been a long time since he had been inside a woman.
Yda wiggled her hips and whined, Papalymo got the hint and started to moved. He tried to keep a regular pace but with her clenching around him it was hard to do anything but fast, erratic thrusts. He wasn't going to last long like this and he cursed. She grabbed him, bending down to kiss him. She helped him by meeting his thrusts with her own and feeling him throb within her, she reached down and started rubbing her own clit.
“Papalymo, I'm gonna cum,” she moaned, arching into him.
She worked her fingers faster and he nodded, speeding up his movements, trying to time it with her hand. He attempted to hold himself back but failed and it wasn't long before he was groaning loudly, spilling himself inside of her. Yda threw back her head, and after a few more moments, she followed in a trembling mess. He collapsed against her, his face pressed against her breasts.
She tugged him up to lay beside her and hugged him tightly. He found himself stroking her hair as she fell asleep. Once she had started snoring, he pulled the blanket around the both of them. He didn't have a problem falling asleep even with her snoring.
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