Setting: FFX, Macalania Forest, somewhere near the end of the game
Theme + Number: Whisper, #4
Warnings: Het with a dash o' lime.
Summary: Lulu and Auron off-duty.
Trust me. Auron's sash is draped across my eyes. He knows how much I hate to cede control. When his gruff whisper brushes against my ear that way, however, I melt. It's enough to thaw the frost inside and make me feel alive again.
We're twenty feet up in the trees of Macalania, and one slip could tumble us off the branch. I'm not sure whether a broken hip or giving ourselves away to our companions would be more painful. The campfire's right below us, but Kimahri's the only one who ever thinks to look up. He smelled us out days ago, of course, but he keeps quiet. As long as we don't let it distract us while we're on duty, it's not his concern. With Auron and myself, that is not an issue.
Trust me. Auron's teeth make a nibbling pilgrimage of my ear, and I bite my lip hard to keep from adding to the forest's eerie cries. That hand he usually keeps tucked in his coat is silently unlocking the belts around my hips one by one. His other arm is wrapped tightly around my waist. His fingers brush spiderweb caresses against my inner thigh as he nudges the belts aside. A gruff whisper at my ear dares me darkly, sinking into my soul: Let go, Lulu, stop thinking. I won't let you fall.