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Drifting	By : NiaraAfforegate Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII-2 Views: 1980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Drifting
- 2-Pt. 2
- 3-Pt. 3
- 4-Pt. 4
- 5-Pt. 5
- 6-Pt. 6
- 7-Pt. 7
- 6
- 7
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In the back of her mind, Serah wondered why Noel seemed as nervous as he did, suddenly. After all, they'd very nearly gone all the way once already. In fairness, the one time she had done it, it hadn't exactly been planned, so, there hadn't been any chance to get nervous, and Snow already had... a fair amount of experience under his belt, so to speak. In Noel's time she supposed there wouldn't have been that much chance for him to... The penny dropped a moment later as they materialised fully in the Historis Crux, and she giggled, tugging on his hand to pull them closer together as they floated.
Rather than let her nerves cool off, Serah shifted her grip so that she could hold onto Noel's shoulders while they drifted, curling her arms to press her chest to his. She tilted her head up to kiss his neck, then his jaw, then finally to press her lips to his. It was the first proper kiss she'd had in years, and Noel didn't kiss back at once, but fortunately he surrendered to letting his instincts guide him a moment later and began to return the action. His hands wrapped around her after a few seconds, beginning to slide over the length of her back and pull her tighter, then a little lower to grip her rear in a way that made her grin around their kiss.
An eagerness was beginning to creep over her that she hadn't expected, the promise of what was to come lending haste to her actions as she pulled her hands in and down to tug at the base of his shirt and slide her fingers back up under it. It was a rather tight shirt, and she ended up pushing it up, rather than getting her hands under. A small cry from Noel made her pull back enough to glance at him, though she was relieved to see him grinning.
“What happened to finding somewhere more comfortable?”
“Here's good enough.” Did she really sound that breathless already? Oh well. Since there wasn't enough space under the shirt, she began to help pull it over his head altogether, though it was hard to get any sort of leverage. Their efforts set them spinning slowly, and they were both awash with panting and giggling by the time it was properly removed and stuffed into his pack. Well, mostly her, but he was grinning, and had laughed once too.
While she was being careful to stuff the offending shirt into his pack, to make sure it didn't drift away, she felt Noel's hands on her body again, exploring her sides, and her hips, then slipping around to her front and up to her chest. A long sigh escaped her as she felt his fingers through the front of her dress. More than anything, though, it made her realise how badly the dress needed to be gone. It was an easy fix. She lifted her arms up above her chest, gasping as his fingers gripped, the reached back to grip the shoulder straps and give them a few gentle tugs. There were no ties or catches on the dress; normally the weight of it being worn kept the lacing firm, but here, floating weightless, they gave easily at her pull and the whole dress slipped upward over her head. Noel helped as she pulled her arms back down and slipped out of it completely, and it was only by virtue of a quickly gasped 'Catch it!' that the garment didn't simply keep drifting away from them.
One it was secured, she let her fingers return to his chest, playing over the tight muscles and enjoying the feel of his skin. Noel was above her now, though their bodies began to tip further as he leaned down to begin lipping and kissing at her neck with an eagerness that was slowly catching up to her own. A moan escaped her as her head rolled back, exposing more neck for him to ravish. She pressed her chest upwards, forcing his fingers to dig in more as she ground her breasts against his chest, and let her fingers begin to attack the ties on his pants. She could feel hot breath on her neck as he freed his hands, dropping them down to slip under the fabric of her underwear at the back and grip there instead.
The ties surrendered to her attack, but actually getting the pants off him proved another struggle. With noting to brace or hold against, her yanks and tugs set them into a lazy spiral, until it almost felt like she was trying to chase the stubborn waist of his trousers. Caught between flush-cheeked breathlessness, and more giggles, she resorted to the most basic tactic; one hand reached in to wrap firm fingers around the equally firm shaft she found there, while the other gripped at the band of his pants and pulled down. The result wasn't quite what she'd intended, as her own body slid downwards in relation to Noel. She heard the puzzled exclamation from him, as his hands ended up on her shoulders, even as she worked out what had happened. The pants had indeed been pulled down, part way at least, but on natural instinct she'd pulled counter to it with her other hand, too, and weightless as they were, the result left her holding her hand, and what it was gripping, right in front of her own face. She giggled, then gave it a quick kiss. Live in the moment, right?
Beginning with small kisses and licks at first, she began to pay more direct attention to his erection. It twitched and throbbed in her hand each time she put her lips to it, and Noel's surprised had faded into long measured breaths, in between sharp gasps and moans. Secretly, she was glad that this was probably Noel's first experience with anything like this; she'd only done it herself a handful of times, and those had ranged from awkward, to clumsy, to embarrassing. This time, though, she thought she knew what she was doing enough to get it mostly right. She remembered other advice she'd been given, and, blushing brightly, turned her eyes upwards to see if she could meet Noel's eyes as she let her tongue slip out further, exploring more of his head and shaft. It was a relief to discover that the boy had let his head slip back, eyes closed instead.
Relaxing more, she closed her own eyes and opened her mouth a little more, pushing forward beginning to take in into her mouth more fully. It still wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world to do, but his groans of pleasure were more than reward enough. She only felt comfortable going a little way, in truth; at a push, she managed to slide her lips about halfway down his length, feeling the heat and pulse of him in her mouth as she moved her tongue back and forth. She sucked in with her cheeks each time she pushed down on him, like she'd been told, and the boy's moans and gasps grew progressively more laboured. Floating as she was, Serah couldn't shake the mental image of being some sort of flower fairy... only she was tending a... the thought made her grin around what she was doing, but a sharper gasp from Noel brought her focus back.
“Ahh... Serah? If you keep that up any longer...” His voice sounded strained, and she pulled back at once, looking up again. This time he was looking down at her, and she fought off the urge to wipe her mouth quickly. Instead, she just licked her lips. She certainly didn't want to push him over the edge here, not before she got what she wanted as well. Learning her lesson from last time, Serah reached up one hand to rest it flat on his chest, then pulled gently, like she was climbing him.
Noel himself drifted down just as much as she caught up, but the result was the same; her chest brushing against his as she dragged another kiss across the soft skin of his neck. The hard length prodded near the top of her underwear, and she tilted her hips, wrapping arms about his neck and parting her legs to either side so that it could slip between her thighs and rub against her from beneath instead.
As they twisted in the air, Serah pressed her forehead to his for a moment, panting as she squeezed with her thighs and twitched her hips. Noel stared back, his features as flushed as she felt and his hands returned to the more supporting place on her rear. It wasn't really needed, in this strange, weightless space, but it did help keep them together. She tilted her head and let her eyes close again as she kissed him, humming against his lips. If the liberal coat of saliva she had left on him was making a damp spot on her underwear now, then her own body was doing a far more impressive job of it from the other side.
It helped that the fabric was whisper thin to begin with, but it only took a few moments of teasing back and forth before he slid easily and smooth across the thoroughly wet garment, letting her feel every detail of his length almost like it was against her skin. He'd be able to feel the lips and folds of her sex as well, she realised, and the thought made her break off from their kissing, in favour of craning her neck further, to bite at his neck. She earned another sharp gasp from him for her effort.
She knew, somewhere, that she should probably give him more time to cool off before going further, but the greater part of her; the hotter, wetter, desperately eager part of her, couldn't wait any longer. She reached back with one hand, taking hold of his and guiding it to the side until she'd hooked one of his thumbs through the band of her pants, and pressed them down just enough to give the hint. He caught on quickly and she felt him nod, then both of his hands stretched and slid her last garment down past her hips and thighs.
She unhooked her legs, to let them be removed, and found herself missing gravity for a moment. When they didn't simply fall away, there was an awkward moment while she tried to lift one foot high enough to get them off one leg at least, her other hand still about Noel's neck, and his still holding her hips. There was less giggling and more small sounds of effort this time, now that the difficulty was being an unwanted delay in getting what she ached for. At last she succeeded, leaving the offending underclothes drifting about her knee on one leg.
There was a moment, as they drifted, where she floated jut a little bit apart from Noel, and she watched him, feeling his eyes burning over her, now that she was fully exposed to him. Her cheeks were flushed, but the pink blush reached all the way down her neck as well. She'd always been self-conscious about the way she blushed; with hair like hers, it just never looked cute, or pretty. It did afford her a nice look at Noel, though.
Her gaze drifted over the strong, well-defined muscles of his chest and torso, and lingered on the one small scar he had born since before they'd met, that'd she'd never been able to heal. After a moment, her eyes dropped lower, to the place a certain part of her was far more interested in, then back to his eyes, before she reached out a hand. Noel took it, and they drew together again. This time when she moved to part her legs for him, she was holding her fingertips to his chest and struggling to thrust her groin against his even as she kissed him again. The more she tried to kiss and nuzzle at him, though, or offer her neck in turn, the more her lower body seemed to want to drift out and away. Noel's hands wrapped about her shoulders, holding her close, but she could tell that if she was feeling uncertain about the finding the right position, he was lost.
“Ahh... wait, here... what about this...” With a small moan, she arched her back, dragging fingernails down his chest as she pushed away. Hooking her legs more firmly about his waist as she did sent her body gradually sliding back until she was almost lying flat, compared to his almost upright. The movement dragged his hands from her shoulders and she felt his alms press flat against her skin as they slid down her back, to settle at her hips. She she'd hoped, it left him poised at her entrance, head brushing and pressing wetly against her as it twitched. She looked back at him through her eye lashes, gaze lidded from the angle. The rise and fall of her chest looked dramatic, like this, but she was panting after all.
“Noel... please don't wait...” Even if, for all her one time, she was the more experienced, Serah still felt that it needed to be him making this final, and first, move. She couldn't read his features; he was looking down at the neat triangle of soft, dull pink hair at her groin, and what it pointed to. His chest was moving as he breathed short and fast, though, nervous, excited or both. Probably both. Even so, she saw him nod, and felt his fingers tighten on her hips. Her breath caught; anticipation alone was making her loins burn.
She felt him pull her hips forward, felt the hard pressure of his length pushing, not quite in the right way. It slipped upwards, sliding across slippery skin and sending a jolt of pleasure through her as his length rubbed across the peak of her sex. It drew a sharp gasp from her, and her fingers, resting on her own thighs now, clenched briefly. He pulled back again, then hesitated.
“Just a little lower,” she offered, moving one hand to help guide him. Her fingertips brought his tip right to the threshold, but then withdrew, and she nodded to him, encouraging. This time his movement was a long, smooth slide into her body, and Serah head herself moan loudly, almost a cry. Her eyes were squeezed shut, lost for a moment in a rush that moved her an alarming way towards a climax. Worked up as she was, anticipating after so long, even the simple penetration alone, at last, sent waves through her. She could hear Noel gasping as well, though for now he stayed still, sunk al the way into her, pressed deep.
She felt filled to the point of discomfort, almost; the solid, hard length inside her felt very, very large indeed, now, but she could feel her own muscles clenching and contracting around him automatically. Even if he didn't begin moving, she could tell by the way those contractions were making him groan and gasp; he probably wasn't going to last long. Well, neither was she. She reached for one of his hands, moving it over to explore slowly through the thin patch of hair, and down to bring his fingertips right to her bud. She covered his hand with her own, moving it slowly at first, then gradually quicker as she showed him a good rhythm.
His hips began to move again as she did, beginning to make long, full strokes. Each one robbed her of breath, and threatened to shove her away far enough to upset his rhythm, if not for the grip of her legs and a strong hand on her hip still. It did set them spinning again, in a lazy, slow spiral, but Serah barely noticed. The feeling of him moving within her, stretching slightly with each full stroke, consumed her. His hand on her sex continued as well, pace quickening as her rocked and twitched her hips against each thrust, unconsciously urging him faster and faster.
“Ah, Noel... Oh goddess... don't stop, don't... just... Ahh!!” Another spike of pleasure cut off her attempts at praise and she felt how suddenly close she was to her limit. There was no way to stop or slow it down now, she could only let it overtake her. She felt the point of no return race by as her climax built, swelling and filling her to bursting with a tense rush of pleasure that wracked her body and make her shake and jerk as each contraction rocked her. Locked at is back, her toes curled tight and she felt her fingertips trying to do the same. Her breaths came in short, inarticulate cries, one for each pulse of orgasmic sensation that rolled through her. Noel thrust hard against her, holding himself in just as fiercely, and she felt his head pressing against her chest as he curled towards her. Both of his hands had returned to her hips now, dragging just as hard to keep him sunk to the hilt in her body as the tightness of her contractions tried to push him out. Dimly, she realised it was his own climax driving him; low gasps, grated from between grit teeth marked his every breath, and she could feel something more seeping into her, from him.
Serah couldn't tell how long either of their peaks lasted, but sharp spikes of pleasure continued to come over her in small pangs, even as, eventually, she felt the fierce grip of her loins squeeze his rapidly retreating manhood out. Her every muscle felt weak, drained and tired, and she was thankful for the odd circumstances of their love-making. She unhooked her legs from around him slowly, and stretched out. It took no effort at all to lift her arms and hugs her partner once more, the weightless space a mercy on her languid state. They were both still out of breath, but she felt Noel's arms lift to hug her back just as softly.
Without really thinking, she closed her legs tightly as she snuggled up to him. Mess was bad enough, normally, but here... the last thing she wanted was to deal with weightless, floating blobs of a highly embarrassing nature. She wasn't really afraid of consequences anyway. Hard as it was to gauge she thought they'd been travelling for almost four months now, on their personal timeline, and yet, in all that time, she hadn't had to deal with a single cycle. All the time travel seemed to have put her personal body clock on hold, which really, was a perk she wasn't going to complain about.
Noel murmured something into her hair, sounding drowsy, and she giggled.
“You weren't fast, hehe, not when I finished first.” She'd nestled in against his chest, and curled up slightly, enjoying the feeling of his arms over and about her. She reached down to pull her underwear back up and on, only to discover them missing. Somewhere along the way, the frustrating undergarment must have slipped off her leg, because now it was nowhere to be fond or seen, at all. Oh well. She'd clean up properly when they actually arrived somewhere. For now, she just wanted to enjoy the afterglow.
They both drifted close to sleep for a while, though Serah found herself thinking a lot. A part of her had really expected to feel some sort of regret, after taking the plunge, that, or guilt... but she didn't. She didn't at all. I was a relief, really, and one that made her all the more glad to have Noel beside her. There was no going back, certainly, but she didn't want to either. No part of her did, at all. Maybe she would see Snow again, and maybe she wouldn't. This was where she as right now though, and right now, she was going to take the life she had as it came, and enjoy it. The positive outlook was dented slightly by the follow-up thought that she still didn't know how to even begin explaining Lightning to Noel.
The Crux still held them by the time they both roused more fully, and managed to redress themselves, joking about how terrible it would have been if it had dumped them out somewhere while they were still undressed. She shared what she'd been thinking about with Noel once she had her dress back on and a fresh pair of underwear. He offered her one of his rare smiles, then extended a hand. She took it. Whatever else they had coming their way, at least she knew they'd face it together.
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