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Fic: A Pirate's Promise; Seth/Ming
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trialia put an idea in my head that would not leave me alone. So I wrote it. :D This is also me attempting to be more explicit and graphic with my femslash!
Title: A Pirate's Promise
Fandom: Lost Odyssey
Pairing: Seth/Ming
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1855
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Semi-public sex
Summary: Even if Ming couldn't keep the other woman by her side, she could still have something. Something more than a simple promise of return...
Magic called to magic. Standing on the steps of her palace, Ming could still feel Seth, sense her within the city walls. She had thought the pirate had left hours ago, not long after the sun had sank. Curious - at the least - Ming wrapped her violet shrug about her shoulders and descended the steps. Surely Seth knew she could feel her. Was it intentional? Was the other woman waiting for her, hoping she'd seek her out? Ming couldn't deny the appeal of that idea. She had certainly thought that something had passed between them, but when Seth declined an invitation to stay….
Ming was no fool. She had taken the rejection without qualm - how many suitors had she rejected, after all? - but couldn't claim she wasn't disappointed. Seth had been a glorious burst of color in her austere world. All warmth and wonder and wildness. But really, what did she honestly expect? That Seth would profess her love, sweep her into her arms, and they'd live happily ever after? No, of course not. That sort of thing happened in stories and ballads, not real life. And even if reality did offer fairy tale endings, Seth was a wild thing. She couldn't be kept within alabaster walls. Numara would be a prison to her, and Ming the chain that kept her a bound captive. Seth would fade and wan, the brightness draining out of her until she was but a shadow of the woman who had captivated Ming. It was best that Seth had denied the request.
And yet the other woman hadn't left….
Perhaps it was madness, wandering alone into the night in hopes of finding Seth. But surely there had been something between them, and surely both of them felt it!
As Ming turned down Main Street, in the direction of the White Square, she felt that presence that was purely Seth grow stronger. Even her magic energy felt like the gathering of nature before a storm.
And there she was, standing before the fountain, her hands on her hips and her head titled up and back. Ming paused a moment, letting her eyes trace the line of the other woman's back. She found her gaze drawn to the slight dip above her buttocks, and the way the soft suede of Seth's tunic pulled tightly against it.
"I thought you were leaving," she called, softly. Seth half-turned, grinning, and Ming returned the smile.
"The moon was up," the pirate explained. "Lot of sailors won't set sail if the moon's up. Supposed to be bad luck. Figured we'd haul anchor at first light. What are you doing wandering around the city by yourself so late?"
"I was in bed and I felt you."
Seth's eyebrows raised and a slow, almost questioning smile came over her lips.
"I wanted to see you," Ming went on, taking a step closer. She felt nervous, a light fluttering sensation unfurling in her middle. Her legs felt vaguely weak. She knew full well why - she wanted this woman. She wanted her badly, perhaps more badly than she had ever felt want for anything.
"The Queen of Numara sneaks out of her palace in the middle of the night just to see me? You're gonna make me blush." Seth's tone was teasing but her eyes told another story. Her eyes were moving without censor over Ming's body. It was an open and honest appraisal, and Ming stood beneath it proudly. She wanted Seth to look, wanted to see her own desire reflected back to her.
"I didn't have to sneak," she corrected, folding her hands in front of her. "I am Queen."
"So what did you want to see me for?"
"Do you truly have to ask?" Ming closed the distance between them. There was no point to being coy, to wasting time to silly flirtations. They both knew why she was here.
"Doesn't hurt to make sure." Seth shrugged. "Like you said. You're a queen."
"I'm still a woman."
"That kind of woman?"
Ming smiled. "This is Numara. There isn't 'that sort' and 'this sort', only men and women. Who are free and welcome to seek out whatever company they so desire." How strange to think that in the lands beyond the Southern Sea it was different. Why on earth should it matter to anyone what two people chose to do together?
But they had bantered and flirted with words and eyes long enough. Ming let her shrug fall from her shoulders, to pool at her feet. Beneath she wore her sleeping gown and only her sleeping gown, a soft slip of a thing in silver sendal.
"Wow. I never knew queens were so forward." Seth's eyes were on her again. Lingering on her breasts, on her hips, her legs. The open appraisement excited her, the weight of Seth's gaze making her shiver.
"You must bring it out in me." Ming realized that the other woman would make no move towards her. Seth remained where she was, at the lip of the fountain, deceptively casual as she looked Ming over. She was waiting. Well, it was rude to keep anyone waiting, and Ming would never let it be said that the Queen of Numara was a rude woman. She stepped lightly over the white stones of the square, her gown fluttering about her thighs. It was cut at an angle, and the soft silken fabric beneath her hip and at mid-thigh teased her with ghostly whispers of sensation. She stood before Seth, boldly, meeting the other woman's eyes. They were so close now.
"And how much more forward must I be, to win a kiss from the fearsome Captain Balmore? Or must I resort to the pirate's way, and steal one?"
"Do you think I'm fearsome?" Seth's voice was teasing, husky. Ming felt it in her bones and between her legs. She strained forward, until she could feel Seth's breath on her lips. Cloves and anise.
"I think you're fascinating," Ming breathed. "And fearless. And beautiful."
"And I'd say that's won you a kiss."
Seth's lips were roughened from the wind and sea. They were strong and firm and without shame, opening against Ming's as Seth's hand pressed hard against the small of her back, drawing her close. Whatever restraint she had been exercising melted away, and Ming drew her body flush against Seth's. She gladly opened her mouth to the other woman's insistent tongue, feeling her nipples tighten with arousal. The kiss seemed to go on forever, a wet, heated mashing of lips and tongues and even teeth as the two women undulated against one another in the White Square.
Seth's thigh slipped between Ming's legs. It was welcome, gladly, and the queen arched herself against the hard muscle of the other woman's leg. Seth's hands were on her buttocks, gripping her tightly, fingers digging deliciously into Ming's flesh. She moved to bring her other leg up, to curl it around Seth, to feel the other woman's heat and hardness against her. But her foot slipped, and the world tilted, and she was gripping Seth tightly and they both went down. Seth caught the edge of the fountain and suddenly Ming was half in her lap, straddling her, and still Seth's mouth was on hers. Ming's hands struggled for purchase on the slick edge of the fountain, and before she knew it, they were in the fountain, drenched and finally wrenched apart.
Seth was laughing. Ming wiped water from her eyes and looked up at the other woman from her knees in the fountain. Seth's dark hair was a sleek cap now, and her suede tunic molded itself to her lean body. The wet fabric outlined the pirate's high breasts, the hard points of her nipples clearly defined.
"You okay?" Seth asked, extending a hand down. Ming took it gladly and rose on unsteady legs, well aware of how her own gown clung to her.
"Fine, thank you. Other than the fact that I'm dripping wet, of course."
"Oh yeah?" Seth's hand was suddenly between her legs, bold and searching. Ming gasped as assertive fingers delved between the folds of her sex. "Yup. You are."
Ming's capacity for flirtatious banter had fled. Gods, what were they doing? In the middle of the square, where anyone could come along and see them! And what would they see? The queen herself, her nightdress soaked to the point of translucence, writhing and panting on a pirate woman's hand. The thought both excited and embarrassed her. And Seth's hand was so good between her thighs. And Seth's mouth on her breasts, teasing and sucking her stiff nipples through sodden silk. Ming gripped her shoulders, glad of the noise of the fountain to cover the sounds of their coupling.
Still gripping Seth's shoulder with one hand, Ming reached for the other woman's breasts. Firm and proud, Seth's breast fit snugly against the palm of the queen's hand. Her tunic was cold but beneath it was the heat of Seth's skin, and Ming's hand tightened on the pirate's breast as she felt a finger slip inside of her. Seth's thumb found the swollen nub of flesh at the top of her slit and Ming had to throw herself forward and bury her scream of pleasure in Seth's shoulder.
When Seth guided her hand down from her breast to the warm, wet heat between her legs, Ming shuddered. Seth was wet as well, invitingly so. The queen had touched herself intimately many times, but never another. Not like this. She twisted her hand, using her knuckles, caressing Seth from the furred swell of her mound to the backs of her thighs. Seth's hand covered hers, and accuracy was lost. Ming jerked herself against the hard swell of Seth's wrist and her fingers jerked and spasmed against Seth's folds. She didn't know which one of them climaxed first, amidst the cascade of magic-lit water and moonlight, but it was she who sank back down to her knees when her orgasm had faded.
Once more she was gazing up at Seth, who's tunic was now skewed about her hips, watching Seth watching her. The pirate was breathing heavily, smiling.
"That was some kiss." Again, Seth offered a hand to help Ming up.
"A finer kiss I've never known."
After they'd stepped out of the fountain and put their clothing to rights as best they could, Ming found herself wanting once more to ask Seth to stay. A selfish want, she knew, and she pushed it aside. She retrieved her shrug and wrapped it about herself, for warmth and to hide her ravished state.
"You're gonna make sure I don't stay away from Numara for too long, aren't you?" Seth's eyes reflected the crescent moon, laughing and sparkling.
"I can't say I don't look forward to your return," Ming answered, almost shyly.
"I won't make you wait long. Promise." Seth kissed her once more - a parting kiss that lingered long after the moon had set, the woman set sail in truth, and Ming left to wonder at the worth of a pirate's promise.
trialia put an idea in my head that would not leave me alone. So I wrote it. :D This is also me attempting to be more explicit and graphic with my femslash!Title: A Pirate's Promise
Fandom: Lost Odyssey
Pairing: Seth/Ming
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1855
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Semi-public sex
Summary: Even if Ming couldn't keep the other woman by her side, she could still have something. Something more than a simple promise of return...
Magic called to magic. Standing on the steps of her palace, Ming could still feel Seth, sense her within the city walls. She had thought the pirate had left hours ago, not long after the sun had sank. Curious - at the least - Ming wrapped her violet shrug about her shoulders and descended the steps. Surely Seth knew she could feel her. Was it intentional? Was the other woman waiting for her, hoping she'd seek her out? Ming couldn't deny the appeal of that idea. She had certainly thought that something had passed between them, but when Seth declined an invitation to stay….
Ming was no fool. She had taken the rejection without qualm - how many suitors had she rejected, after all? - but couldn't claim she wasn't disappointed. Seth had been a glorious burst of color in her austere world. All warmth and wonder and wildness. But really, what did she honestly expect? That Seth would profess her love, sweep her into her arms, and they'd live happily ever after? No, of course not. That sort of thing happened in stories and ballads, not real life. And even if reality did offer fairy tale endings, Seth was a wild thing. She couldn't be kept within alabaster walls. Numara would be a prison to her, and Ming the chain that kept her a bound captive. Seth would fade and wan, the brightness draining out of her until she was but a shadow of the woman who had captivated Ming. It was best that Seth had denied the request.
And yet the other woman hadn't left….
Perhaps it was madness, wandering alone into the night in hopes of finding Seth. But surely there had been something between them, and surely both of them felt it!
As Ming turned down Main Street, in the direction of the White Square, she felt that presence that was purely Seth grow stronger. Even her magic energy felt like the gathering of nature before a storm.
And there she was, standing before the fountain, her hands on her hips and her head titled up and back. Ming paused a moment, letting her eyes trace the line of the other woman's back. She found her gaze drawn to the slight dip above her buttocks, and the way the soft suede of Seth's tunic pulled tightly against it.
"I thought you were leaving," she called, softly. Seth half-turned, grinning, and Ming returned the smile.
"The moon was up," the pirate explained. "Lot of sailors won't set sail if the moon's up. Supposed to be bad luck. Figured we'd haul anchor at first light. What are you doing wandering around the city by yourself so late?"
"I was in bed and I felt you."
Seth's eyebrows raised and a slow, almost questioning smile came over her lips.
"I wanted to see you," Ming went on, taking a step closer. She felt nervous, a light fluttering sensation unfurling in her middle. Her legs felt vaguely weak. She knew full well why - she wanted this woman. She wanted her badly, perhaps more badly than she had ever felt want for anything.
"The Queen of Numara sneaks out of her palace in the middle of the night just to see me? You're gonna make me blush." Seth's tone was teasing but her eyes told another story. Her eyes were moving without censor over Ming's body. It was an open and honest appraisal, and Ming stood beneath it proudly. She wanted Seth to look, wanted to see her own desire reflected back to her.
"I didn't have to sneak," she corrected, folding her hands in front of her. "I am Queen."
"So what did you want to see me for?"
"Do you truly have to ask?" Ming closed the distance between them. There was no point to being coy, to wasting time to silly flirtations. They both knew why she was here.
"Doesn't hurt to make sure." Seth shrugged. "Like you said. You're a queen."
"I'm still a woman."
"That kind of woman?"
Ming smiled. "This is Numara. There isn't 'that sort' and 'this sort', only men and women. Who are free and welcome to seek out whatever company they so desire." How strange to think that in the lands beyond the Southern Sea it was different. Why on earth should it matter to anyone what two people chose to do together?
But they had bantered and flirted with words and eyes long enough. Ming let her shrug fall from her shoulders, to pool at her feet. Beneath she wore her sleeping gown and only her sleeping gown, a soft slip of a thing in silver sendal.
"Wow. I never knew queens were so forward." Seth's eyes were on her again. Lingering on her breasts, on her hips, her legs. The open appraisement excited her, the weight of Seth's gaze making her shiver.
"You must bring it out in me." Ming realized that the other woman would make no move towards her. Seth remained where she was, at the lip of the fountain, deceptively casual as she looked Ming over. She was waiting. Well, it was rude to keep anyone waiting, and Ming would never let it be said that the Queen of Numara was a rude woman. She stepped lightly over the white stones of the square, her gown fluttering about her thighs. It was cut at an angle, and the soft silken fabric beneath her hip and at mid-thigh teased her with ghostly whispers of sensation. She stood before Seth, boldly, meeting the other woman's eyes. They were so close now.
"And how much more forward must I be, to win a kiss from the fearsome Captain Balmore? Or must I resort to the pirate's way, and steal one?"
"Do you think I'm fearsome?" Seth's voice was teasing, husky. Ming felt it in her bones and between her legs. She strained forward, until she could feel Seth's breath on her lips. Cloves and anise.
"I think you're fascinating," Ming breathed. "And fearless. And beautiful."
"And I'd say that's won you a kiss."
Seth's lips were roughened from the wind and sea. They were strong and firm and without shame, opening against Ming's as Seth's hand pressed hard against the small of her back, drawing her close. Whatever restraint she had been exercising melted away, and Ming drew her body flush against Seth's. She gladly opened her mouth to the other woman's insistent tongue, feeling her nipples tighten with arousal. The kiss seemed to go on forever, a wet, heated mashing of lips and tongues and even teeth as the two women undulated against one another in the White Square.
Seth's thigh slipped between Ming's legs. It was welcome, gladly, and the queen arched herself against the hard muscle of the other woman's leg. Seth's hands were on her buttocks, gripping her tightly, fingers digging deliciously into Ming's flesh. She moved to bring her other leg up, to curl it around Seth, to feel the other woman's heat and hardness against her. But her foot slipped, and the world tilted, and she was gripping Seth tightly and they both went down. Seth caught the edge of the fountain and suddenly Ming was half in her lap, straddling her, and still Seth's mouth was on hers. Ming's hands struggled for purchase on the slick edge of the fountain, and before she knew it, they were in the fountain, drenched and finally wrenched apart.
Seth was laughing. Ming wiped water from her eyes and looked up at the other woman from her knees in the fountain. Seth's dark hair was a sleek cap now, and her suede tunic molded itself to her lean body. The wet fabric outlined the pirate's high breasts, the hard points of her nipples clearly defined.
"You okay?" Seth asked, extending a hand down. Ming took it gladly and rose on unsteady legs, well aware of how her own gown clung to her.
"Fine, thank you. Other than the fact that I'm dripping wet, of course."
"Oh yeah?" Seth's hand was suddenly between her legs, bold and searching. Ming gasped as assertive fingers delved between the folds of her sex. "Yup. You are."
Ming's capacity for flirtatious banter had fled. Gods, what were they doing? In the middle of the square, where anyone could come along and see them! And what would they see? The queen herself, her nightdress soaked to the point of translucence, writhing and panting on a pirate woman's hand. The thought both excited and embarrassed her. And Seth's hand was so good between her thighs. And Seth's mouth on her breasts, teasing and sucking her stiff nipples through sodden silk. Ming gripped her shoulders, glad of the noise of the fountain to cover the sounds of their coupling.
Still gripping Seth's shoulder with one hand, Ming reached for the other woman's breasts. Firm and proud, Seth's breast fit snugly against the palm of the queen's hand. Her tunic was cold but beneath it was the heat of Seth's skin, and Ming's hand tightened on the pirate's breast as she felt a finger slip inside of her. Seth's thumb found the swollen nub of flesh at the top of her slit and Ming had to throw herself forward and bury her scream of pleasure in Seth's shoulder.
When Seth guided her hand down from her breast to the warm, wet heat between her legs, Ming shuddered. Seth was wet as well, invitingly so. The queen had touched herself intimately many times, but never another. Not like this. She twisted her hand, using her knuckles, caressing Seth from the furred swell of her mound to the backs of her thighs. Seth's hand covered hers, and accuracy was lost. Ming jerked herself against the hard swell of Seth's wrist and her fingers jerked and spasmed against Seth's folds. She didn't know which one of them climaxed first, amidst the cascade of magic-lit water and moonlight, but it was she who sank back down to her knees when her orgasm had faded.
Once more she was gazing up at Seth, who's tunic was now skewed about her hips, watching Seth watching her. The pirate was breathing heavily, smiling.
"That was some kiss." Again, Seth offered a hand to help Ming up.
"A finer kiss I've never known."
After they'd stepped out of the fountain and put their clothing to rights as best they could, Ming found herself wanting once more to ask Seth to stay. A selfish want, she knew, and she pushed it aside. She retrieved her shrug and wrapped it about herself, for warmth and to hide her ravished state.
"You're gonna make sure I don't stay away from Numara for too long, aren't you?" Seth's eyes reflected the crescent moon, laughing and sparkling.
"I can't say I don't look forward to your return," Ming answered, almost shyly.
"I won't make you wait long. Promise." Seth kissed her once more - a parting kiss that lingered long after the moon had set, the woman set sail in truth, and Ming left to wonder at the worth of a pirate's promise.