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+A through F › Fire Emblem (all)
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Adult +
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Talk Is Cheap
Title: Talk is Cheap
Game: Rekka no Ken
Pairing: Matthew/Serra:
Prompt: They never have the "Talk" (about defining their relationship) because Matthew just knows Serra won't shut up. Which is why ever time she tries to have the "Talk", he does it with her instead.
"We need to talk, Matthew!"
He groaned. Anytime she said that, he knew he'd be in for an earful; with Serra, "we need to talk" always meant "I need to talk and you're not going to get a word in edgewise".
"Just how long have we been carrying on like this?" she continued. "What are we, Matthew? We can't possibly be courting, otherwise you would shower me with gifts and profess your undying love. Yet I know you don't hate me as you've often claimed. Just what am I to you, anyway?"
That was another reason he hated this talk; even after six months, he still didn't know what she was to him. Beautiful? Definitely, that was the first thing he'd admitted to himself. Special? Well, he certainly cared for her a great deal, even if she drove him up the wall. But to go beyond that sent his emotions reeling in ways he wasn't sure he was ready for.
So he did the only thing he could to stop the chatter, and kissed her. It not only shut her up, but the kisses always led to something more and by the time they were finished, Serra had forgotten all about having "the talk". But she didn't seem to get the message; every few weeks she'd come back and demand they talk, and he'd get another earful until he kissed her again.
"-and that's why I think we should come forward and let the rest of the army know we're in love," she said. "After all-mmph!"
He loved kissing her, even if she hadn't been talking his ear off he would have done it anyway. No matter what the weather conditions were Serra always made sure to keep her lips soft and supple, and they always tasted faintly of wild berries. As always, she melted easily in his grasp, her fingers coming up to thread through his hair-
-and then suddenly she broke away from him, looking miffed.
"Why do you always do this whenever I want to talk to you?!" she snapped. "Is that really all I am to you? Your personal-"
"No." He knew exactly how she was going to finish that sentence. "No, of course not," he said gently, bringing up a hand to caress her reddened cheek. "You're just so beautiful, how can I resist?" And she was; her flushed cheeks, her hair down and tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes lit up with an angry sort of desire. "So beautiful..."
He kissed her again, yanking open the laces of her nightgown and pushing the fabric down to expose her breasts; gently, he pushed her down onto the bedroll, his mouth leaving hers to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck. When he found a particularly sensitive place and began to suck, she gave a keening wail.
"Shh," he whispered, "you wouldn't want the others to hear, would you?"
"If they do," she gasped, "I'll tell them that a big, scary thief is trying to have his way with a pure, sweet servant of Saint Elimine!" It was a lie and they both knew it, Serra had initiated just as often as he had. Matthew chuckled, leaning up to kiss the tip of her nose.
"Like they'd believe it." He returned to her neck, nipping and sucking at that place a few moments more before moving south, along her collarbone until he was eye-level with her breasts.
*
Her breath hitched in anticipation, and came out in a long, shuddering gasp as his tongue flicked expertly over each nipple. Serra's mind struggled in the grasp of such pleasure; she couldn't simply give in every time he did this to her!
"Matthew," she gasped, "please, I need-"
"I know what you need," he murmured, gently parting her legs. Her blush deepened; by now she was so wet and hot that she could barely stand it, and the small part of her that fought to remain coherent wanted to strangle him for it. But his nimble fingers stroked and teased her highly sensitive flesh, his teeth gently grazed her nipples and she was losing herself in the sensations, writhing and crying out beneath him. Oooh, why must it feel so good?! Please don't stop, please don't let him stop, I'm almost-
And then his fingers ceased their movement, his mouth left her breasts and he was moving back.
"Ooh, you're just awful!" she whined. Matthew smirked, shedding his clothes and kneeling between her legs.
"Am I?"
He swiftly entered her, and the last coherent thoughts fled her mind. All she knew was pleasure.
*
He sighed in contentment as he withdrew from her, stroking her messy hair.
"So," he asked, "what is it you wanted to talk about?"
Serra glared at him, even as she snuggled further into his embrace.
"We can't keep going on like this," she muttered. "One day we're going to discuss this, and I won't let you ravish me into distraction!"
Matthew smiled, resting his cheek against her hair.
"You keep telling yourself that," he murmured. Maybe she needed to define their relationship, and maybe someday he would, too. But for now, this was more than enough for him.
Game: Rekka no Ken
Pairing: Matthew/Serra:
Prompt: They never have the "Talk" (about defining their relationship) because Matthew just knows Serra won't shut up. Which is why ever time she tries to have the "Talk", he does it with her instead.
"We need to talk, Matthew!"
He groaned. Anytime she said that, he knew he'd be in for an earful; with Serra, "we need to talk" always meant "I need to talk and you're not going to get a word in edgewise".
"Just how long have we been carrying on like this?" she continued. "What are we, Matthew? We can't possibly be courting, otherwise you would shower me with gifts and profess your undying love. Yet I know you don't hate me as you've often claimed. Just what am I to you, anyway?"
That was another reason he hated this talk; even after six months, he still didn't know what she was to him. Beautiful? Definitely, that was the first thing he'd admitted to himself. Special? Well, he certainly cared for her a great deal, even if she drove him up the wall. But to go beyond that sent his emotions reeling in ways he wasn't sure he was ready for.
So he did the only thing he could to stop the chatter, and kissed her. It not only shut her up, but the kisses always led to something more and by the time they were finished, Serra had forgotten all about having "the talk". But she didn't seem to get the message; every few weeks she'd come back and demand they talk, and he'd get another earful until he kissed her again.
"-and that's why I think we should come forward and let the rest of the army know we're in love," she said. "After all-mmph!"
He loved kissing her, even if she hadn't been talking his ear off he would have done it anyway. No matter what the weather conditions were Serra always made sure to keep her lips soft and supple, and they always tasted faintly of wild berries. As always, she melted easily in his grasp, her fingers coming up to thread through his hair-
-and then suddenly she broke away from him, looking miffed.
"Why do you always do this whenever I want to talk to you?!" she snapped. "Is that really all I am to you? Your personal-"
"No." He knew exactly how she was going to finish that sentence. "No, of course not," he said gently, bringing up a hand to caress her reddened cheek. "You're just so beautiful, how can I resist?" And she was; her flushed cheeks, her hair down and tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes lit up with an angry sort of desire. "So beautiful..."
He kissed her again, yanking open the laces of her nightgown and pushing the fabric down to expose her breasts; gently, he pushed her down onto the bedroll, his mouth leaving hers to trail kisses along her jawline and down her neck. When he found a particularly sensitive place and began to suck, she gave a keening wail.
"Shh," he whispered, "you wouldn't want the others to hear, would you?"
"If they do," she gasped, "I'll tell them that a big, scary thief is trying to have his way with a pure, sweet servant of Saint Elimine!" It was a lie and they both knew it, Serra had initiated just as often as he had. Matthew chuckled, leaning up to kiss the tip of her nose.
"Like they'd believe it." He returned to her neck, nipping and sucking at that place a few moments more before moving south, along her collarbone until he was eye-level with her breasts.
*
Her breath hitched in anticipation, and came out in a long, shuddering gasp as his tongue flicked expertly over each nipple. Serra's mind struggled in the grasp of such pleasure; she couldn't simply give in every time he did this to her!
"Matthew," she gasped, "please, I need-"
"I know what you need," he murmured, gently parting her legs. Her blush deepened; by now she was so wet and hot that she could barely stand it, and the small part of her that fought to remain coherent wanted to strangle him for it. But his nimble fingers stroked and teased her highly sensitive flesh, his teeth gently grazed her nipples and she was losing herself in the sensations, writhing and crying out beneath him. Oooh, why must it feel so good?! Please don't stop, please don't let him stop, I'm almost-
And then his fingers ceased their movement, his mouth left her breasts and he was moving back.
"Ooh, you're just awful!" she whined. Matthew smirked, shedding his clothes and kneeling between her legs.
"Am I?"
He swiftly entered her, and the last coherent thoughts fled her mind. All she knew was pleasure.
*
He sighed in contentment as he withdrew from her, stroking her messy hair.
"So," he asked, "what is it you wanted to talk about?"
Serra glared at him, even as she snuggled further into his embrace.
"We can't keep going on like this," she muttered. "One day we're going to discuss this, and I won't let you ravish me into distraction!"
Matthew smiled, resting his cheek against her hair.
"You keep telling yourself that," he murmured. Maybe she needed to define their relationship, and maybe someday he would, too. But for now, this was more than enough for him.