FIC: Remembrance
Title: Remembrance
Fandom: FFX
Pairing: Auron / Lulu
For: A little something for muggy_mountain while I try to get a decent plot idea!
Word Count: 634
Unpolished.
Lulu sits outside her hut in Besaid. Above her the sky is tinted pink as dawn sweeps over Spira. It’s quiet and beautiful; a warm breeze plays in her hair as she reaches and begins to braid the next few strands together.
He approaches from behind and quietly lays his sword behind the rock. Softly his fingers trail across the bare skin of her shoulders. She sighs and leans into him, melting against his touch.
“I’ve missed you.” She almost purrs as he settles beside her, gathering her into his arms. His fingers trail through her hair in an intimate caress.
He doesn’t need to say anything; his actions say more than words are able as he places a gentle kiss against her forehead, his fingers gliding across her throat and down to the fur of her dress; stroking rough fingers against soft skin. She arches against him, her breath trapped as his touches slip lower and under the fur lining.
A velvety moan escapes her lips as his mouth finds that familiar spot on the curve of her jaw and lingers there sucking softly at her pulse.
She smiles and writhes just slightly as her eyes flutter closed. His breath tickles her as he lingers enjoying her scent.
Then there are teeth causing her to gasp as his touches become more primal, almost demanding the moans she’s so willingly giving to him. Each kiss marks her neck with possessive heat. He leans over her, his hand untangling from her hair and sliding down to pull lightly at the lacings on the back of her dress, prying them loose with practiced ease.
She reaches to his looming presence and draws her nails down his scar, tracing him with an artist precision, smoothing her thumb over the coarse stubble along his jaw.
He can’t help but shiver a little as her nails play out lines of fantasy and lust across his skin, turning each imperfection into a symbol of passion, of defiant struggle, finding the right level to something only they could understand and appreciate; the true beauty of both strength and control.
She wants him to kiss her; to have that familiar taste of sweat, dirt and leather. Her fingers tug at his hair trying to direct his mouth higher to meet hers. But he’s smiling against her jaw, then her cheek inches away from where her breath is escaping her in soft pants. She growls, throaty and deep and he matches her tone with a laugh.
It’s been too long for patience, too long to not want him and he’s making it so painful, each touch just how see remembers, and each tease doing credit to his skills.
“Please…” she almost begs, fingers working shakily at his armour wanting to feel the skin beneath.
He catches her wrists and lowers them into her lap. She reaches and snares his lip between her teeth and bites down playfully, wanting him to feel her need as well as seeing it.
He leans in melting his mouth against hers, forcing her lips apart with hunger and she’s shaking.
No she’s not shaking, his hands are on her shoulders and he’s shaking her…
--
“Lu?” He was shaking her awake. She groaned her lack of appreciation and rolled away from him. “You were dreaming ya?” he smiled stroking her hair with an almost awkward touch that Lulu recognised as one of Wakka’s clumsy come on’s.
“I suppose I was.” She sighed. He snuggled up against her back in that same way he used to do when he’d had a nightmare when they were kids.
“Sounded good.” he smiled pressing his face into her hair. Then he added carefully. “About me ya?”
Lulu stared ahead and steadied her voice.
“Of course.” She lied softly. “Get some sleep Wakka.”
Fandom: FFX
Pairing: Auron / Lulu
For: A little something for muggy_mountain while I try to get a decent plot idea!
Word Count: 634
Unpolished.
Lulu sits outside her hut in Besaid. Above her the sky is tinted pink as dawn sweeps over Spira. It’s quiet and beautiful; a warm breeze plays in her hair as she reaches and begins to braid the next few strands together.
He approaches from behind and quietly lays his sword behind the rock. Softly his fingers trail across the bare skin of her shoulders. She sighs and leans into him, melting against his touch.
“I’ve missed you.” She almost purrs as he settles beside her, gathering her into his arms. His fingers trail through her hair in an intimate caress.
He doesn’t need to say anything; his actions say more than words are able as he places a gentle kiss against her forehead, his fingers gliding across her throat and down to the fur of her dress; stroking rough fingers against soft skin. She arches against him, her breath trapped as his touches slip lower and under the fur lining.
A velvety moan escapes her lips as his mouth finds that familiar spot on the curve of her jaw and lingers there sucking softly at her pulse.
She smiles and writhes just slightly as her eyes flutter closed. His breath tickles her as he lingers enjoying her scent.
Then there are teeth causing her to gasp as his touches become more primal, almost demanding the moans she’s so willingly giving to him. Each kiss marks her neck with possessive heat. He leans over her, his hand untangling from her hair and sliding down to pull lightly at the lacings on the back of her dress, prying them loose with practiced ease.
She reaches to his looming presence and draws her nails down his scar, tracing him with an artist precision, smoothing her thumb over the coarse stubble along his jaw.
He can’t help but shiver a little as her nails play out lines of fantasy and lust across his skin, turning each imperfection into a symbol of passion, of defiant struggle, finding the right level to something only they could understand and appreciate; the true beauty of both strength and control.
She wants him to kiss her; to have that familiar taste of sweat, dirt and leather. Her fingers tug at his hair trying to direct his mouth higher to meet hers. But he’s smiling against her jaw, then her cheek inches away from where her breath is escaping her in soft pants. She growls, throaty and deep and he matches her tone with a laugh.
It’s been too long for patience, too long to not want him and he’s making it so painful, each touch just how see remembers, and each tease doing credit to his skills.
“Please…” she almost begs, fingers working shakily at his armour wanting to feel the skin beneath.
He catches her wrists and lowers them into her lap. She reaches and snares his lip between her teeth and bites down playfully, wanting him to feel her need as well as seeing it.
He leans in melting his mouth against hers, forcing her lips apart with hunger and she’s shaking.
No she’s not shaking, his hands are on her shoulders and he’s shaking her…
--
“Lu?” He was shaking her awake. She groaned her lack of appreciation and rolled away from him. “You were dreaming ya?” he smiled stroking her hair with an almost awkward touch that Lulu recognised as one of Wakka’s clumsy come on’s.
“I suppose I was.” She sighed. He snuggled up against her back in that same way he used to do when he’d had a nightmare when they were kids.
“Sounded good.” he smiled pressing his face into her hair. Then he added carefully. “About me ya?”
Lulu stared ahead and steadied her voice.
“Of course.” She lied softly. “Get some sleep Wakka.”