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greenteaandcookies) wrote2009-08-13 10:43 pm
greenteaandcookies) wrote2009-08-13 10:43 pm
Entry tags:
Innocence - FFTactics
Title: Innocence
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Characters/Pairings: Alma/Ovelia
Rating: A tame PG
A/N: Another story from areyougame for the prompt "first kiss - just a little innocent touch". Yeah. I don't know why people don't seem to write this fandom very often, there are a lot of characters to work with and most of them are like untouched lumps of clay. Enjoy? (Also, I promise the next fic I post will actually have dialogue, I swear XD)
The only clear thought in my mind, like a lighthouse in a sea of confusions, is that her lips are soft. And sweet. They taste vaguely fruity, perhaps influenced by whatever she had eaten last.
My hands are entwined with hers, almost on instinct, and our mouths move of their own accord. It's a good thing, as I am quite sure neither of us know what we are doing otherwise. At least I know I don't.
We're against the monastery wall, hidden in a cloister away from prying eyes. We often hide in these alcoves during breaks from our studies, talking of dreams and hopes and whatever comes to mind. Nothing like this had ever happened before, I can assure you, although I must confess that there were times that the thought had come to mind. I would look at her, smiling shyly as she chatted, and often find myself wondering what it would be like to reach out, lift her chin ever so slightly and press my lips to hers. The thought always reddened my cheeks, and I would have to look away, despite the relative innocence of my intentions. All I had wished for was a simple kiss, after all.
Still, it was only today that I brought up the courage to do so, going against everything we've been taught in our studies. And more than ever I am happy about the seclusion here; I cannot begin to imagine what the priests would say if they saw us now. I'd expect there would be more than just a ruler across our palms.
And yet I can't stop myself from wondering...are all kisses this lovely? Or is it just her? I wonder if maybe this sweetness, and the way my insides are twisting and warm, is all due to the fact that this is my first kiss. Maybe it's a feeling I won't get to have again. After all, the first bite of an apple is always the sweetest; the following will never taste as wonderful. Perhaps kisses are the same way.
As we pull away, skin flushed and hands trembling, I want to inquire if there will be more. But I bite my tongue; deep down, I know there won't be.
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Characters/Pairings: Alma/Ovelia
Rating: A tame PG
A/N: Another story from areyougame for the prompt "first kiss - just a little innocent touch". Yeah. I don't know why people don't seem to write this fandom very often, there are a lot of characters to work with and most of them are like untouched lumps of clay. Enjoy? (Also, I promise the next fic I post will actually have dialogue, I swear XD)
The only clear thought in my mind, like a lighthouse in a sea of confusions, is that her lips are soft. And sweet. They taste vaguely fruity, perhaps influenced by whatever she had eaten last.
My hands are entwined with hers, almost on instinct, and our mouths move of their own accord. It's a good thing, as I am quite sure neither of us know what we are doing otherwise. At least I know I don't.
We're against the monastery wall, hidden in a cloister away from prying eyes. We often hide in these alcoves during breaks from our studies, talking of dreams and hopes and whatever comes to mind. Nothing like this had ever happened before, I can assure you, although I must confess that there were times that the thought had come to mind. I would look at her, smiling shyly as she chatted, and often find myself wondering what it would be like to reach out, lift her chin ever so slightly and press my lips to hers. The thought always reddened my cheeks, and I would have to look away, despite the relative innocence of my intentions. All I had wished for was a simple kiss, after all.
Still, it was only today that I brought up the courage to do so, going against everything we've been taught in our studies. And more than ever I am happy about the seclusion here; I cannot begin to imagine what the priests would say if they saw us now. I'd expect there would be more than just a ruler across our palms.
And yet I can't stop myself from wondering...are all kisses this lovely? Or is it just her? I wonder if maybe this sweetness, and the way my insides are twisting and warm, is all due to the fact that this is my first kiss. Maybe it's a feeling I won't get to have again. After all, the first bite of an apple is always the sweetest; the following will never taste as wonderful. Perhaps kisses are the same way.
As we pull away, skin flushed and hands trembling, I want to inquire if there will be more. But I bite my tongue; deep down, I know there won't be.
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