[fill] Soft
Title: Soft
Series: FE10
Character/pairing: Leanne/Elincia
Rating: R
Word count: 1064
Author's note: from the f round prompt post "Elincia/Leanne, soft." Done by Lin, but she asked me to post it.
It always amazes her, the way Leanne can make her way to her room without her ever noticing. Over weeks she's come to recognise the sound of beating wings, as delicate as they are, but if Leanne doesn't want to be heard, she isn't, and Elincia wonders if it's an ability of the Heron tribe, or if she should blame the king of Kilvas's influence.
Nevertheless, when she closes the door, Leanne is there, in her bird shape, perched on her table and preening elegantly.
"You are out late tonight."
She walks towards her, raising a hand to stroke her head, and Leanne coos, nuzzling into her hand.
"Are you sure you won't be missed?"
Leanne catches her crown with her beak and sets it aside. The playful gesture makes Elincia laugh; it's nice to see that the war hasn't broken the slight childish side Leanne still had when they met. Her fingers stroke the feathers at the back of her head, barely edging towards her neck, until Leanne transforms and her hand combs through blond hair instead.
She is also, to Elincia's surprise, naked.
It makes her blush—not that she hasn't seen her without any clothes before, but the strangely innocent shamelessness is something she still has to get used to. She brings her hand down, brushing soft skin until she reaches a small breast and rests her palm against it.
"They know... I am not in danger." Leanne's voice is gentle and musical, even in her heavily accented modern tongue. "They will not miss me."
When Elincia raises an eyebrow, she laughs and adds: "They know me."
Elincia smiles, moves forward and kisses her forehead. The answering sigh is just as delicate as the rest of her, but she knows not to be fooled, and sure enough Leanne tilts her head for a more sensual kiss, pressing lips to lips until Elincia caves and wraps her arms around her.
"I will miss this when you leave," she murmurs in between kisses.
Leanne smiles gently, soothingly, and starts freeing her green hair from its pins.
"I will come often. Laguz-Beorc 'cooperation'."
Elincia laughs. For a second, she nearly picks up Leanne to go straight to bed, but when Leanne presses against her and shivers, she notices that she is still wearing the light ceremonial armor she was wearing for today's reception. For once, she doesn't prefer it to the heavy dresses she wears for balls. But the way Leanne rests against cool metal, heedless of the way her skin rises with goosebumps and her breasts perk, makes up for the time she will have to take to put it aside.
"Will you help me take it off? Or are you having too much fun baiting me?"
The glint in Leanne's eyes nearly makes her blush. So much for confidence. Delicate fingers edge towards the straps of her armor—breastplate first—and effortlessly open the small buckles. Carefully, Leanne sets the armor aside, and Elincia takes the opportunity to breathe more deeply, arch her tense back to stretch her muscles, and smile when Leanne's hands start working on her arm guards. The fabric of her tunic falls losely around her body now, barely caressing her skin, at least until Leanne presses close to her again, rubbing her breasts against her through the fabric. It's a somewhat strange sensation, this slow sensuality after the heat and packed schedule of her day, but she thinks it is probably the heron way, a calm befitting those who have all the time they need. It is still nice to indulge in, though, even as a human, to forget that your time is precious and let yourself make it valuable this way instead, through enjoyment and not achievement, and the dance of hands on skin. Leanne moves to undress her, and she helps her before lacing their bodies together, letting blonde hair fall over her own shoulders and cover them both.
Leanne's breath against her neck reminds her that she is still wearing her shoes.
"Hold on," she says with a hint of a laugh, "I wouldn't want to crush your feet."
"My feet is better than my wings."
"You know I would never dare endanger those," she says with a kiss to Leanne's cheek once her shoes have been set aside. "I know how important they are."
She had seen her brother's flightless wings, how he would sometimes look at the sky wistfully before his own queen reminded him of more earthly pursuits. She never wanted to see Leanne tied down to the earth like he had been. She was as graceful flying in her heron body as she was skipping lightly on the ground with her hair flowing behind her.
With a smile more cheerful than Elincia's thoughts, Leanne playfully pushes her towards the bed. She lets herself fall with the ease of a skilled fighter, and raises her hands to meet Leanne's hips when she climbs to straddle her waist. She is light, yet her weight is enough to kindle excitement into Elincia's stomach, make her already perked breasts shiver with the slighest hint of movement in the air.
Before long, her lips are on them, kissing every bit of skin and leaving warm moisture on her nipples. Elincia sighs, pressing up slightly and rubbing circles over Leanne's skin, until her hips follow her rhythm and circle on her stomach too. They move, slowly, until warmth spreads through her, from her neck to her nipples to her half-open legs, until she starts panting and moaning slightly when her breasts are sucked, until Leanne's eyes shine every time they meet hers. The soft, warm pleats of flesh rubbing against her stomach grow wet, until she is sure that at any moment Leanne will ask her to touch her. But instead it is Leanne who moves back, sits between her legs and brings a hand to caress against her, inside her.
"Wouldn't you..." Fingers enter her and she has to take a moment to moan and catch her breath before continuing, "...want me to touch you too?"
Leanne smiles, playful light back in her eyes, and bends forward to caress Elincia's lips with her other hand, until they part and she brushes her tongue instead.
"Do not worry. You have time to do this. Later."
Series: FE10
Character/pairing: Leanne/Elincia
Rating: R
Word count: 1064
Author's note: from the f round prompt post "Elincia/Leanne, soft." Done by Lin, but she asked me to post it.
It always amazes her, the way Leanne can make her way to her room without her ever noticing. Over weeks she's come to recognise the sound of beating wings, as delicate as they are, but if Leanne doesn't want to be heard, she isn't, and Elincia wonders if it's an ability of the Heron tribe, or if she should blame the king of Kilvas's influence.
Nevertheless, when she closes the door, Leanne is there, in her bird shape, perched on her table and preening elegantly.
"You are out late tonight."
She walks towards her, raising a hand to stroke her head, and Leanne coos, nuzzling into her hand.
"Are you sure you won't be missed?"
Leanne catches her crown with her beak and sets it aside. The playful gesture makes Elincia laugh; it's nice to see that the war hasn't broken the slight childish side Leanne still had when they met. Her fingers stroke the feathers at the back of her head, barely edging towards her neck, until Leanne transforms and her hand combs through blond hair instead.
She is also, to Elincia's surprise, naked.
It makes her blush—not that she hasn't seen her without any clothes before, but the strangely innocent shamelessness is something she still has to get used to. She brings her hand down, brushing soft skin until she reaches a small breast and rests her palm against it.
"They know... I am not in danger." Leanne's voice is gentle and musical, even in her heavily accented modern tongue. "They will not miss me."
When Elincia raises an eyebrow, she laughs and adds: "They know me."
Elincia smiles, moves forward and kisses her forehead. The answering sigh is just as delicate as the rest of her, but she knows not to be fooled, and sure enough Leanne tilts her head for a more sensual kiss, pressing lips to lips until Elincia caves and wraps her arms around her.
"I will miss this when you leave," she murmurs in between kisses.
Leanne smiles gently, soothingly, and starts freeing her green hair from its pins.
"I will come often. Laguz-Beorc 'cooperation'."
Elincia laughs. For a second, she nearly picks up Leanne to go straight to bed, but when Leanne presses against her and shivers, she notices that she is still wearing the light ceremonial armor she was wearing for today's reception. For once, she doesn't prefer it to the heavy dresses she wears for balls. But the way Leanne rests against cool metal, heedless of the way her skin rises with goosebumps and her breasts perk, makes up for the time she will have to take to put it aside.
"Will you help me take it off? Or are you having too much fun baiting me?"
The glint in Leanne's eyes nearly makes her blush. So much for confidence. Delicate fingers edge towards the straps of her armor—breastplate first—and effortlessly open the small buckles. Carefully, Leanne sets the armor aside, and Elincia takes the opportunity to breathe more deeply, arch her tense back to stretch her muscles, and smile when Leanne's hands start working on her arm guards. The fabric of her tunic falls losely around her body now, barely caressing her skin, at least until Leanne presses close to her again, rubbing her breasts against her through the fabric. It's a somewhat strange sensation, this slow sensuality after the heat and packed schedule of her day, but she thinks it is probably the heron way, a calm befitting those who have all the time they need. It is still nice to indulge in, though, even as a human, to forget that your time is precious and let yourself make it valuable this way instead, through enjoyment and not achievement, and the dance of hands on skin. Leanne moves to undress her, and she helps her before lacing their bodies together, letting blonde hair fall over her own shoulders and cover them both.
Leanne's breath against her neck reminds her that she is still wearing her shoes.
"Hold on," she says with a hint of a laugh, "I wouldn't want to crush your feet."
"My feet is better than my wings."
"You know I would never dare endanger those," she says with a kiss to Leanne's cheek once her shoes have been set aside. "I know how important they are."
She had seen her brother's flightless wings, how he would sometimes look at the sky wistfully before his own queen reminded him of more earthly pursuits. She never wanted to see Leanne tied down to the earth like he had been. She was as graceful flying in her heron body as she was skipping lightly on the ground with her hair flowing behind her.
With a smile more cheerful than Elincia's thoughts, Leanne playfully pushes her towards the bed. She lets herself fall with the ease of a skilled fighter, and raises her hands to meet Leanne's hips when she climbs to straddle her waist. She is light, yet her weight is enough to kindle excitement into Elincia's stomach, make her already perked breasts shiver with the slighest hint of movement in the air.
Before long, her lips are on them, kissing every bit of skin and leaving warm moisture on her nipples. Elincia sighs, pressing up slightly and rubbing circles over Leanne's skin, until her hips follow her rhythm and circle on her stomach too. They move, slowly, until warmth spreads through her, from her neck to her nipples to her half-open legs, until she starts panting and moaning slightly when her breasts are sucked, until Leanne's eyes shine every time they meet hers. The soft, warm pleats of flesh rubbing against her stomach grow wet, until she is sure that at any moment Leanne will ask her to touch her. But instead it is Leanne who moves back, sits between her legs and brings a hand to caress against her, inside her.
"Wouldn't you..." Fingers enter her and she has to take a moment to moan and catch her breath before continuing, "...want me to touch you too?"
Leanne smiles, playful light back in her eyes, and bends forward to caress Elincia's lips with her other hand, until they part and she brushes her tongue instead.
"Do not worry. You have time to do this. Later."