Fic: Growing Pains
Pairing: Sothe/Tormod
Rating: PG
Warnings: Boys making out.
Summary: Tormod's just a little peeved.
Author's Notes: Wow. I haven't written anything in ages, and it probably shows. Anyway, I finally got around to playing Radiant Dawn, and I'm falling in love with FE all over again. First fic with Sothe and Tormod here, so the characterization may be a bit wonky. Feel free to kick me in the right direction.
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Growing Pains
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"Traitor." The bite came just a bit harder than it had to be, followed by a swipe of tongue, before the mouth pulled away to speak again. "Worse- unrepentant traitor." The tone was decidedly accusatory.
"It's not like I had any say in it." With the words, one of Sothe’s hands lowered to thread its fingers through fine hair the color of flames, silently urging the other boy to resume what he'd been doing.
But pointing out pesky things like facts, evidently, did not go far to earn him a place in Tormod's heart, for the mage sat up completely, blatantly sulking now and quite ignoring the wet trail he'd been in the process of leaving down the section of Sothe's abdomen that his shirt left bare. "You have a say in whether you keep bringing it up."
The young rogue let out a long, slow breath that sounded suspiciously like a sigh. It was the sort of sigh that one would expect from someone who had been fending off the same accusation for the past several hours. "You couldn't reach the shelf. Getting the book down for you doesn't really count as bringing it up."
"I could have got it!" Tormod protested, the high parts of his cheeks beginning to flush the way they always did when he got worked up about something. "You just didn't give me enough time."
"Fine." Sothe reached out a hand- cupped the line of the mage's jaw and traced down along it with his thumb. "Next time, I'll let you try all day if it'll make you happy." It was a bit amazing, really, how much the other boy had changed since the few rushed, exploratory kisses they'd attempted three years before. Gone were softness and gangly limbs of adolescence, leaving in their place hard angles and defined muscles. Even if he hadn't gotten much taller.
"That's more like it!" When Tormod grinned, it was a flash of teeth, bright and victorious- and when he seized the rogue by his shirt and pulled him down hard for a kiss, it was a matter of enthusiasm over form, messy and energetic. But bare seconds later, he was pulling back again, reproach beginning to bloom in eyes as red as his hair. "It wouldn't," he insisted flatly, "take all day."
And because Sothe wasn't ready to let the mage distract himself from the matter at hand again, he simply ignored the interruption- and turned his efforts instead toward making Tormod forget about it altogether.
~end~
Rating: PG
Warnings: Boys making out.
Summary: Tormod's just a little peeved.
Author's Notes: Wow. I haven't written anything in ages, and it probably shows. Anyway, I finally got around to playing Radiant Dawn, and I'm falling in love with FE all over again. First fic with Sothe and Tormod here, so the characterization may be a bit wonky. Feel free to kick me in the right direction.
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Growing Pains
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"Traitor." The bite came just a bit harder than it had to be, followed by a swipe of tongue, before the mouth pulled away to speak again. "Worse- unrepentant traitor." The tone was decidedly accusatory.
"It's not like I had any say in it." With the words, one of Sothe’s hands lowered to thread its fingers through fine hair the color of flames, silently urging the other boy to resume what he'd been doing.
But pointing out pesky things like facts, evidently, did not go far to earn him a place in Tormod's heart, for the mage sat up completely, blatantly sulking now and quite ignoring the wet trail he'd been in the process of leaving down the section of Sothe's abdomen that his shirt left bare. "You have a say in whether you keep bringing it up."
The young rogue let out a long, slow breath that sounded suspiciously like a sigh. It was the sort of sigh that one would expect from someone who had been fending off the same accusation for the past several hours. "You couldn't reach the shelf. Getting the book down for you doesn't really count as bringing it up."
"I could have got it!" Tormod protested, the high parts of his cheeks beginning to flush the way they always did when he got worked up about something. "You just didn't give me enough time."
"Fine." Sothe reached out a hand- cupped the line of the mage's jaw and traced down along it with his thumb. "Next time, I'll let you try all day if it'll make you happy." It was a bit amazing, really, how much the other boy had changed since the few rushed, exploratory kisses they'd attempted three years before. Gone were softness and gangly limbs of adolescence, leaving in their place hard angles and defined muscles. Even if he hadn't gotten much taller.
"That's more like it!" When Tormod grinned, it was a flash of teeth, bright and victorious- and when he seized the rogue by his shirt and pulled him down hard for a kiss, it was a matter of enthusiasm over form, messy and energetic. But bare seconds later, he was pulling back again, reproach beginning to bloom in eyes as red as his hair. "It wouldn't," he insisted flatly, "take all day."
And because Sothe wasn't ready to let the mage distract himself from the matter at hand again, he simply ignored the interruption- and turned his efforts instead toward making Tormod forget about it altogether.
~end~