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As One	By : mayofish Category: Final Fantasy XIV > Het - Male/Female Views: 1224 -:- 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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I don't want to rest in peace

I'd rather be the ghost that annoys you

I hope you can make me laugh

Six feet down when we're bored of each other

-Skulls by Bastille
Their relationship had always been a bit more than teammates. They worked well together, making up for the others weaknesses. As much as Yda annoyed Papalymo, he respected her. When they would spend weeks on end alone in the Shroud studying and just watching; she was his only form of companionship and it is no wonder the two began to depend on each other.
Neither really expected anything more to come from their closeness, but when it was all said and done, neither of them complained.
“I cannot believe they only had one room available. That is just terrible business.”
“Oh, stop complaining, Papalymo! It's better than camping out in the middle of the forest again!” Yda threw her things onto the floor of the small room and plopped herself onto one of the beds.
Papalymo had to agree it was a was a surprise that the tiny settlement even had an inn and they were both sick of fending off wildlife while trying to get a decent night's sleep. He pushed Yda's pile to the side and walked over the other bed across from her. It was getting late and he leaned his staff up against the nightstand.
Yda undid he boots and gauntlets throwing them too the side without a care. Papalymo grumbled, shooting a glare at her as he lifted his aetheric reader off from around his neck and set it carefully on the stand.
The two of them took turns in the small bathroom to get washed up and changed into sleeping clothes before they both retired to their respective beds. Papalymo gave Yda a hard time about how long she took in the bath. She threw her wet towel at his face.
Yda fell asleep first and Papalymo had to force himself to sleep through her snoring. He flipped over with his back to her and covered his head with the pillow. He should have been used to it by now.
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The feel of skin under his fingers was intoxicating — and, gods , the sounds she made underneath him. He had been alone for so long he couldn't believe this was happening. Her chest heaved and he dipped down to taste her skin. He wanted to leave his mark on her —
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He jerked awake, sweating and panting. He tried to catch his breath, throwing off the blanket as he covered his face with his hands. He couldn't believe the dream he just had. Papalymo laid there, trying to will the unbearable tightness in his underclothes to go away. Yda was snoring unbelievably loud. He cursed and bit the inside of his cheek. Twelve forgive him.
Papalymo slid his hand into his pants timidly, grasping his member and holding back a hiss. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he touched himself like this — let alone someone else. He closed his eyes and felt himself get lightheaded as he started to move his hand.
A groan escaped his lips and he froze, listening for movement. Yda continued to snore. He thought about going into the washroom but he didn't trust his legs to be able to hold him up for the trip there. He just needed to finish fast and be done. He started to move his hand faster, his hips lifting slightly to meet his own movements. He slid off his pants and threw his head back.
He was so worked up, he didn't notice Yda's snoring die off.
“Papalymo? Are you awake?” her voice was groggy and he turned his head to look at her so fast his neck popped.
The full moon had lit up the whole room and it made her blue eyes impossibly bright — a rare sight — and his breath caught in his throat. They stared at each other, his cock still in his hand — throbbing. Her face lit up with recognition, her eyes traveling the length of his body and then coming back up to meet his gaze. She licked her lips.
“Y-Yda! I-I-I can explain!” he shouted, stammering. Yda had never seen him flustered or at a loss of words before.
He didn't like the smirk that curled at the corner of her lips.
“Do you want some help?” She drawled.
“W-w-what?! No!”
She stood up, only in a long shirt and underclothes, and sat on the edge of his bed. He pulled back, trying to grab the blanket to cover himself.
“Don't be embarrassed, Papalymo! It's normal,” his face was so red, she couldn't help but laugh. “We've been out in the wilderness so long and you always forget to take care of yourself.”
She reached out for him and he flinched back. She pouted, but instead grabbed his hand and pulled him up to sit next her.
“I do it too, sometimes. Here, just let me help,” she pressed her forehead against his, fingers trailing against his bare arms and giving him goosebumps. His member twitched.
He knew Yda was stubborn and he also knew it was already too late for him to live this down.
“J-just be fast,” he snapped.
She smiled, her whole face lighting up. He regretted his decision as soon as she fell to he knees in front of him. He covered his face with his hands, mortified.
“Oh, Twelve, what have I done to deserve this punishment...” he mumbled.
“Be quiet. You'll enjoy it,” Yda growled, spreading his legs and kissing his inner thigh. He tensed up, gripping the bed until his knuckles were white. “Relax,” she whispered, her breath was warm against his member and a hiss escaped his lips.
She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, using her hand to carefully pull down his foreskin. He shuddered. She pressed a soft kiss against the head and he moved his hand to grab her shoulder.
“Yda...” he breathed.
He couldn't believe this was happening. He was dizzy. He wanted her to stop — he wanted her to go faster. She alternated licking and kissing the head while her hand started to move against his length. He jerked his hips and she chuckled quietly, moving her hand faster. Her hands were calloused from gripping her weapons and the difference in texture from his own hand made his head swim.
He shuddered and groaned loudly, “I'm close, Yda...” he whispered, his whole head foggy.
She smirked and took the head completely into her mouth. She sucked hard, twirling her tongue around him. Papalymo cursed, his hips jerking as he came into her mouth. Yda leaned back, swallowing with a grin. He couldn't look at her.
“D-do not say anything,” he growled.
“Okay, okay,” she waved her hand, laughing, “But just so you know, you owe me.”
He covered his burning face with his hands and groaned, falling back onto the bed.
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