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G'raha rubbed at his eyes with a loud yawn. He looked down at the tome in his lap with annoyance and closed it, putting it aside next to bracers he discarded earlier, then stretched lazily on the ground, his unfocused, mismatched gaze trailing over the roof of his tent.
He could forget about getting anything done tonight, it seemed, his thoughts constantly running away from him and back toward Surr, the Warrior of Light.
When he challenged her to a race around Twelveswood, he thought she was just a cute adventurer. So it was surprising and quite impressive that such tiny, adorable Miqo'te was, in fact, the famed Warrior.
But up close, she was distractingly beautiful; with her gorgeous purple eyes and long white locks, he longed to sink his fingers in.
He blushed, closing his eyes tightly. He shouldn't think like that. Indeed, a beautiful and famous woman like that had to have crowds of men and women ready to do anything to get her attention. He would be a fool to imagine she would ever give him a second glance.
His ears twitched when he heard light steps nearing his tent, but he didn't think of it much until he heard a soft, uncertain voice call out his name right outside of it.
His eyes shot wide open when he recognized it, jumping to his feet immediately and rushing toward the opening.
"Yes?" he thought he sounded surprisingly calm despite his pounding heart.
Even with a weak light coming from his tent as an only illumination, her beauty took his breath away as she looked up at him with those huge purple eyes and smiled slightly. She wore a sleeveless shirt and short skirt, accenting her gorgeous long legs. Her long, white tail swung behind her merrily.
He swallowed tightly, willing his pounding heart to calm.
"Hi, G'raha, " her voice was sweet and gentle, and she lifted her hand, twirling one long, white strand of her hair around her finger, looking at him from under her long, dark lashes. Gods… "So…Cid told me that you're to be this expedition's Allag expert."
He couldn't remember how to breathe for a second, staring at her quite dumbfounded. Was she flirting with him? Impossible…
"Did you have a question in that area?" he finally managed, hoping that weak light would cover his blush.
She grinned at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, sending a shiver down his spine.
Twelve, he wanted her.
"Yeah, you could say so," she hummed in the back of her throat, blinking her long lashes again.
If he didn't know better… He would say she was flirting with him.
"Ah, yes, of course, if I can help," he returned the smile with uncertainty. "Do you wish to come in?" he asked, trying to ignore his heart raising to pound in his throat.
"Oh, I would love to," she smirked, and he again forgot how to breathe.
Gods… He was not inexperienced by any means, but he had never before met a woman who would have such an effect on him.
He stepped back, letting her in, and hastily rushed to collect many tomes littering the floor of his tent.
"So, what is your question?" he asked over his shoulder, kneeling to reach for the last book, balancing already a few against his chest.
Next, he froze, feeling a small, warm body press against his bent back.
"Tell me, G'raha, " a sweet voice purred against his ear, making it twitch as long nails trailed over his bare bicep. "Do you find me attractive?"
He closed his eyes tightly, swallowing hard and dropping the books he held.
"I think…" he choked, blushing furiously. "I think you're beautiful."
His reward was a quiet purr by his ear, and he loved it. Shudder run down his spine when he felt soft lips trail over the side of his neck. He tilted his head with a soft moan.
"I also think you're beautiful, G'raha," she whispered by his throat, then he felt her hand move under his chin, and he instinctively half turned when she tilted his head toward her. He opened his eyes, feeling the puff of her breath against his lips. "Such gorgeous eyes," she purred. Then she dragged her thumb over his lower lip, desire in those dark-purple eyes stealing his breath. "Such a pretty, plush mouth."
He was going to combust.
He growled in the back of his throat, in a flash, turning and sinking his fingers in those lush, pearly-white locks, pulling her toward him and slanting his lips over hers.
Gods, she tasted like heaven.
She whimpered softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he devoured her mouth hungrily. He pulled her in his lap, and she went eagerly, framing his hips with her legs and rocking against him. She raised her hands, and he felt a pull on his braid. Soon, her fingers sank into his loose hair, and she pulled him against her harder.
When they broke for air, he panted harshly as he tilted her head to the side, trailing soft bites down her throat.
"Gods," she arched against him with a soft moan, her fingers tightening in his hair. "You taste so good, G'raha."
He growled softly, unable to think over the pounding of his heart. She smelled like Noscean oranges, his new favorite, and he was drowning in it.
He moved his hand under her short skirt and almost combusted, finding she didn't wear anything under it.
Twelve… He was going to die…
She giggled when he pushed her down at his bedroll, stretching her arms toward him greedily while he hastily removed his clothes.
Soon he moved on top of her, claiming her mouth roughly. She answered with enthusiasm, helping him along while he removed her shirt, marveling at her beauty and missing a dark blush blooming on her face, nervous tremor in her hands before her nails dug in his shoulders, pulling him closer.
"Surr…" he growled against her throat, his thoughts spinning out of control as he lowered his hand and hooked it around her thigh, bringing it around his hip and entering her in one rough thrust.
He groaned at the wave of pleasure as her heat surrounded him, then froze at a soft, painful hiss by his ear, her nails digging in his shoulders as she stiffened under him.
G'raha lifted his head with disbelief. His wide-open, mismatched eyes widened even further, seeing tears at the corners of tightly closed eyes and how she bit her lower lip with a painful grimace, her ears flat against her head.
He hurt her… He assumed… He had no idea, and he hurt her… He whimpered sadly, his heart clenching painfully when she hissed again softly through her clenched teeth.
"Surr… I'm so sorry," he whispered, moving to get off her, shame burning in his chest.
By the way, she approached him, he assumed she was experienced, and in his ignorance, he took her virginity like a beast.
He froze again when purple flashed under wet lashes, and she suddenly coiled around him tightly, holding him in place.
"It's alright, G'raha, " she smiled shakily, bringing her hand against his burning cheek. "I always heard that the first time can hurt," she chuckled with humor. "Don't worry. I had worse from fighting primals."
Gods... he hurt her, and here she was trying to comfort him. He rested his forehead against hers with a soft whimper, trying to ignore how his body begged him to move, her heat making blood in his veins boil.
"If I knew…" he whispered with shame. "I assumed…"
"Yeah," she chuckled a bit sadly. "Don't worry. Many people assume things about me."
He cringed, his ears hugging his head tightly as he closed his eyes. Then he felt her fingers comb through his hair, rub at the back of his ear gently as she tilted her head and brushed her lips over his cheek.
"Why me?" he gasped as she gave a tiny, experimental rock of her hips against him, her legs tightening around his hips. "Surely, you can do…"
"I want you," she hummed in the back of her throat. He looked up in surprise, blushing furiously at her slightly mischievous smirk and narrowed eyes. "And when I want something…" she gave a tiny gasp, tightening her fingers in his hair as she rocked against him gently.
He squeezed his eyes tightly, dropping his head against her shoulder as a moan ripped from his throat. Her tiny, experimental moves around him were driving him mad, his heart pounding wildly.
He needed to move. Gods, it was killing him to stay still... He whined in the back of his throat, his hand fisting in the bedroll under her.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered against his ear with uncertainty.
He laughed breathlessly, then moaned loudly when it made his hips twitch involuntary. Twelve…
But he already did enough damage with his ignorance. He could at least try to make up for it. So, clenching his teeth and taking a deep breath, he braced his arm on the bedroll, putting the other under her back gently, he lifted them and sat upon his haunches, moaning breathlessly when she instinctively clenched her legs around him with another tiny gasp.
He buried his face by her shoulder, panting harshly as her inner muscles clenched around him tightly, making his thoughts spin. Gods… it felt like he was dying, the way his heart was pounding.
"Oh…?" she hummed by his throat curiously, and he thought he was going to pass out when she squirmed against him, moving her legs to brace under her, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.
"It didn't have to hurt, " he gasped against her neck, clasping his hands around her hips. "If I knew…"
"It already feels better anyway," she dismissed, then rocked against him slightly and gasped, her nails digging in his back. "Actually…" he helped her as she rose slightly on her knees, panting and moaning against her neck. "Actually, it feels…" she moaned softly, burying her face against his throat, and he thought that yes, she was definitely going to kill him. "…feels good. Ah," she lowered again, and he couldn't catch his breath, his unfocused gaze following the twitch of her tail. "G'raha, " she purred by his throat. "You feel so good inside me."
He snapped... her soft purr was just too much to bear.
Growling wildly by her throat, he clenched his hands around her hips, lifting her almost entirely off him to pull her back hard. He whimpered, almost coming instantly, when she arched against him, tossing her head back with a loud moan.
"Gods, Surr…" she was so beautiful looking at her hurt.
"G'raha, " she purred again, lifting on her own, her nails digging hard in his skin. He almost lost it when she lowered with a whine. "So good…"
He couldn't take it; it was just too much…
"I'm sorry…" he whimpered, pushing her down on the bedroll again, his blood past the point of boiling, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears he almost missed her surprised gasp. "So sorry," he repeated on a growl, nuzzling against her throat apologetically as he pulled out to snap in her hard. "I'll…" he gasped, choking.
Twelve… She felt so good around him.
"G'raha…" she whined in the back of her throat, coiling her legs around him tightly, driving him out of his mind.
He wanted to assure her he would make up for it later if she would let him, but he couldn't think anymore; only growl and moan mindlessly as he pounded into her time after time, arching against her with a whimper as she racked her long nails over his back, tossing her head and rocking her hips to meet his thrusts with her own growl rising in her throat.
When he felt heat coil unbearably at the base of his spine, he lowered his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding and rubbing gently against her clit in time with his erratic thrusts, moaning against her throat as she clenched around him violently, then went rigid with a scream of his name, her legs squeezing around him painfully.
He pumped in her near brutally, then came with a low shout, his sight whitening out from pleasure. A soft whine tore from his throat when he sagged against her, dropping his head next to hers, panting harshly and bracing his weight on his elbows around her.
Gods… so good...
When pounding in between his ears slowed down and he could finally catch his breath, he heard her purring softly and felt her fingers trail slow circles over his sweaty back.
He turned his head, nuzzling at her neck affectionately, his own purr raising in his throat to join hers. She returned the gesture, her purr deepening, and his heart vaulted in his chest.
Twelve, she was marvelous.
"G'raha?" she hummed after a moment, a slight tremor in her voice.
"Hmm?" he nosed at her throat, breathing in deeply. She smelled so good…
"Can I stay with you?" she whispered shyly.
He stiffened over her, blushing furiously.
"If… if you want to," he stammered nervously. Then he swallowed hard, lifting on his elbows to look at her, his ears lowering. "Again, Surr, I'm sorry…"
She put her finger against his lips with a soft giggle, a pretty blush spreading over her cheeks as she looked up at him shyly from under her lashes. Then she smirked mischievously, laugh filling her purple eyes as she trailed her nail gently over his lower lip.
"Can say my first attempt at seduction was a roaring success," she grinned cheekily.
G'raha felt his heart vault again, her beauty taking his breath away.
He lowered his head, catching these gorgeous lips in a greedy kiss, swallowing her surprised little gasp. She purred against his mouth, and he growled softly in answer, feeling her fingers sink in his hair again. Surr tightened her legs around him instinctively, and he felt himself grow hard in her again when she rocked against him gently, uttering a soft moan under his lips.
"Didn't think it's going to feel…" she gasped, coiling around him again. "…this good."
He hummed in agreement, trailing soft bites down her throat and rocking against her, his breath leaving him with a rush.
Gods, he already wanted her again…
It was a long while before they fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
Surr woke up slowly, purring in content, warm and comfortable. Then she frowned when her pillow gave a soft, sleepy purr in answer.
Her eyes shot wide open, and she blushed furiously, events of last night playing in her head. She rose on her hands, smirk tilting her lips as she looked down at G'raha.
Gods, he was gorgeous.
She admired with a hungry gaze how long, red hair surrounded his face and smiled softly when his ears twitched in his sleep; these beautiful, plush lips parted slightly as a sleepy purr rumbled in the back of his throat.
She stifled a giggle, giddiness bubbling in her chest.
It seemed absolutely insane when she planned her grand seduction yesterday. She barely knew the man, and she had never even been interested in such things before, but... by the Twelve... she wanted him at first sight.
Usually, she was just told to fetch this or that or kill this monster or the other, so she was really amused when he challenged her to a race around Twelveswood. But when the owner of that voice jumped in front of her from the top of the scaffolding, Surr completely lost her voice. And that never happened.
He had the most beautiful red and cyan eyes she ever saw that glinted with amusement and an absolutely gorgeous, charming smile. His red hair pulled back in a braid and looked so soft she longed to sink her fingers in it. She also caught herself looking, mesmerized, at Archon's marks on his throat, feeling a strange need to track the lines with her tongue as heat coiled low in her belly.
Enough to say, she missed most of the conversation at the time, only shaking out of her stupor when he finally introduced himself to her with that low, soothing voice. After that, she could barely stutter out her name, somehow embarrassed when Cid started to sing her praises as Warrior of Light immediately.
She hated that G'raha's beautiful eyes shined at that with hero worship. She immediately wanted him to see her as a woman, not her title.
So, with the fierce determination, she was known for among her friends, she decided she would make him see her as such. And as everyone around camp went about their tasks, she excused herself politely, after tracking G'raha to his tent with her eyes, and teleported back to Mor Dhona, scheming.
She dressed in what she thought he might find appealing, even forgoing her underwear, though that made her flush furiously, and came back later that evening, hoping he won't notice how nervous and inexperienced she was.
And he didn't, she thought now with a smirk. However, he seemed genuinely distraught once he did. She bit her lip, blushing. It definitely wasn't pleasant at first, but then his soft moans and growls distracted her from her pain, and in the end, she enjoyed having him immensely.
Many times, she thought with another blush.
She blinked, looking around his bit messy tent, books covering nearly every surface, and bit her lip again. By the light coming from the outside, it was barely past dawn. She looked again at G'raha, then folded her arms on top of his chest and rested her chin on them, regarding his sleeping face thoughtfully.
She wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to do now. Should she get up, get dressed and leave before he wakes up? Would he expect that of her? Is he going to be embarrassed? Her tail flicked merrily at the thought. He was so adorable when he was blushing, as she discovered last night. She almost wanted to squeal every time that happened.
What did she want to do? Surr frowned at the thought, her gaze drawn nearly automatically toward his slightly parted, pretty mouth. She licked her suddenly dry lips. She wanted to kiss him again. Gods... he tasted so good…
She bit her lip nervously. They were supposed to work together during this expedition into the Crystal Tower. She didn't put much thought into that last night. But is that going to make it awkward? Would he prefer to keep it a one-time thing? Did she want that?
She giggled quietly, her ears twitching in amusement. G'raha's tent stood a bit outside the camp, but she seriously doubted that anyone missed it with all the noise they made. She blushed at the thought darkly, but she didn't really mind. Who she chose to sleep with was nobody's business but theirs. But will G'raha mind that?
She frowned again, mulling it over. Maybe he won't want to be recognized as a lover of Warrior of Light? Were they even lovers?
"I can almost hear you thinking," she heard a low, amused voice.
Her eyes jumped up from his lips to meet a half-lidden mismatched gaze. She blushed furiously. How long was he awake?
"Good morning," she whispered shyly and almost smacked herself. How lame was she?
He smiled at her gently, making her lose her voice again, then lifted his hand and sank his fingers in her hair, pulling her up in a soft kiss.
Gods… She didn't want it to be a one-time thing…
"G'raha..." she moaned softly against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Good morning," he hummed, trailing his mouth against her cheek. Then he blushed, pulling her against him and burying his face by her throat. "Raha," he whispered against her skin.
It took her a second, but she purred with pleasure, nuzzling affectionately against his throat.
"Raha..." it rolled off her tongue with another purr. She coiled around him, feeling a wave of possessiveness rising inside her chest when he shivered in her arms.
Then he purred in answer, nuzzling at her throat, his arms tightening around her, and she felt her heart flutter in her chest.
She was not sure yet, what was this pull she felt toward him, she thought with a smile, burying deeper in his arms, but she couldn't wait to find out.