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2013 KISS BATTLE!
RULES
- This year, we're creating Master Links for each fandom. When leaving prompts, please put it under the right canon! If in a compilation canon, please leave the important details!
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- There should be kissing! All kinds of kisses are welcome: gen, shippy, smutty, chaste, familial, friendly, angry, happy! We’re pretty open to anything you want to call kissing. We are fans of all of it.
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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2013
We will be running the Kissing Battle on Dreamwidth only. There are two main reasons for this: 1) Dreamwidth’s comment limit is huge, allowing for longer kissing masterpieces; and 2) Dreamwidth still supports subject lines for comments, which are vital to a meme like the Kiss Battle. However, the Battle is open to everyone. Feel free to participate with your Dreamwidth (account creation is invite-free right now~!), your Livejournal or other OpenID account (see here if you want to set up an OpenID), or anonymously.
Have fun! Get smoochin'!
FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X AND X-2
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY XIII COMPILATION
DISSIDIA: FINAL FANTASY COMPILATION
FINAL FANTASY: CRYSTAL CHRONICLES COMPILATION
ASSORTED FINAL FANTASY
CROSSOVERS (WITHIN FF)
CROSSOVERS (FF/OTHER)
OTHER / ASSORTED
Keeping Score: FFII: Maria/Leila, Explicit (2/2)
It wasn't just that Leon kept his distance, his face as shielded as if he'd never raised his visor and his voice as cold as if they'd never been children together. It was that Firion and Guy kept looking at her as if she could fix it. That was what she'd always done, every time Leon stormed away from home or shouted politics against their parents until they were all hoarse. She'd save her voice and cast it like a spell into the rain and the dark: Come home.
For years it had been enough. In the cellar of her heart, in the place where she buried all her grief for the dead, Maria feared that this time it wouldn't be. Dwelling on this left her sick and angry that he could still hurt her more than a thousand greater tragedies; she needed badly not to think.
She found Leila on top of one of Fynn's towers, hair blowing free in the wind and flask gleaming orange in the sunset. Leila gave her a nod of acknowledgment, an appreciative leer, and an offer of teeth-melting alcohol. Maria declined the flask and leaned against the wall beside her.
"That yer lost boy ye brought back?" Leila asked.
Maria folded her arms. "I don't want to talk about him."
"Neither do I." Leila took a swig that made Maria's throat ache in sympathy. "As I hear it, ye lot mean to go sailin' into Hell."
Put that way, it sounded even more reckless than riding a wyvern into a cyclone. "It's the only way to stop the Emperor."
"Well, don't take me ship to do it." Leila drank, frowned, and shook her empty flask upside-down over the stones. "Shit," she said, after a long enough pause that Maria was fairly certain it wasn't in reference to the end of the booze. "Never been on this end of leavin' a fine piece of ass behind to go runnin' down the line 'twixt brave and stupid."
It didn't sound like she was fishing for an invitation to come along, and she'd always been markedly more enthusiastic about fighting in the open air than underground. Maria inclined her head and asked, "Are you worried about me?"
"Ha! If Leviathan couldn't hold ye, nor can Hell itself." Leila turned her face away for a moment, then arched languidly away from the wall and set one arm akimbo. "Now, did ye really come up here just for a spot of conversation? Or were ye hopin' for a quick fuck?"
Maria failed to suppress a blush. "I wasn't going to put it that way."
"Ye were takin' yer sweet time puttin' it any other way." Leila grinned, long and sly. "Had it all laid it out in yer head, didn't ye? How ye can't go to Hell afore ye let anyone in yer knickers?"
"That's not what the inside of my head sounds like. And what makes you so sure I've never done so?"
"I kissed ye."
Maria laughed in spite of herself, on a long breath that drew some of the tension out of her shoulders. "Show me how."
Leila set a hand on the wall over Maria's shoulder, silhouetting herself against the reddening sun, all scent and heat. "No doubt ye'll take right to it," she drawled, "seein' as it's yer destiny."
"Don't make fun of me," Maria said before pulling her closer.
Kissing felt near enough to familiar now, and she didn't jerk away when Leila's hand curled around her breast. She wasn't sure what to do with her own hands—not let them hang awkwardly, certainly, though she couldn't find a part of Leila that seemed like the right place to set them—but stopped worrying when Leila's callused thumb rubbed circles around her nipple. Heat curled through her, down from her mouth and chest and up from the soles of her feet. Her back pressed into the stone wall.
Maria found a purpose for her hands in undoing the clasp of her bodysuit.
"Eager little thing," Leila murmured against her cheek. Her lips trailed down to Maria's throat, leaving Maria's mouth free to pant as rough hands peeled the fabric down past her hips. Against the impulse to cover herself, Maria tugged at Leila's clothing.
One of Leila's hands stopped sliding against Maria's skin long enough to reach back and undo whatever it was keeping her top on. Maria caught the cloth, discarded it, and let her hands explore. It was strange to hold another woman's breasts, to compare weight and roundness before realizing none of that mattered as much as the way the nipples stiffened between her fingers. A pleased hum rose in Leila's throat; encouraged, Maria pinched.
"That's the way, lass. No such thing as a delicate pirate." Leila nuzzled up the side of her neck to nip her ear. "But don't fret; I'll be gentle with ye."
"Don't you dare. I'm every bit as tough as—" was as far as Maria got before Leila caught a handful of her hair, yanked her head back, and kissed her with bruising force. Maria dug her fingers into Leila's back. She'd almost wrested some control back over what was happening in her mouth when Leila's other hand cupped the throbbing heat between her thighs and ran a fingertip between the slick folds.
Leila broke the kiss, disheveled and grinning. "Don't mind a bit of rough, do ye?" Her finger traced and teased, never quite slipping inside, and Maria's hips rolled against it.
Maria tightened her grip, let her nails press in. "Don't tease."
The finger slid home, and she clenched around it, breath hitching. Leila's thumb circled her sensitive nub; with each pass she unfolded, until what had felt thick became far too small to satisfy. She ground against Leila's knuckles, seeking more.
"Yer cunt's soppin' wet." Leila slipped in a second finger: too much, then not enough. Her wrist twisted back and forth until Maria screwed her eyes shut and watched stars gather on the backs of her eyelids. "Wish ye could take me whole fist, don't ye?"
Maria's eyes fluttered open as a third finger stretched her just shy of discomfort. "That's—wouldn't fit," she panted. The slow crooking of Leila's fingers closed her eyes again and left her without words for the lilting response of, "Oh, ye'd be surprised."
The shifting of every knuckle, the heat of Leila's breath on her cheek, the hand curved tight over her hip—all of it knotted up inside Maria, strung her insides taut. She parted her thighs as wide as the fabric bunched around her legs allowed. Leila's fingers moved nothing like her own ever had: strong, sure, deep, twisting and curling into places Maria had never known craved touch. The steady pressure of Leila's thumb above made her knees shake.
"Come for me, lass." Leila nipped at her mouth, coaxed out her moan. "Let me hear you."
She wasn't loud—hadn't ever been, sharing a room in a small house with two boys—but she let a whine build and break on her ragged breaths. Release arched up through her and echoed out in throbs. Her grip on Leila slackened. When she opened her eyes, she found Leila watching her intently, cheeks flushed and pupils wide, lips parted.
"There's yer gold standard," Leila said, voice too husky to be blithe. She slid her fingers free, leaving behind the dull jolts of aftershocks, and held her glistening hand in front of Maria's face. "Now let's see what ye—"
Maria caught her wrist and sucked the wetness from one of her fingers.
"Ah, ye minx!" Leila laughed breathily. "The tricks I'd teach ye..."
She wanted to spend the night up here, let the twilight fade and the moon rise, let the stars wink out and the horizon glow pale again, but even an hour was a precious thing to steal. She reached her free hand under Leila's skirt and tugged damp fabric out of her way.
The angle felt backward. So strange to brush her fingers over coarse curls without also feeling the tickle, so strange to trace the shapes of folds at once familiar and alien. Touching herself was simple; touching Leila was like dowsing, and she wasn't sure how to interpret every subtle twitch.
Leila's hand folded over hers. "Here, lass, like this. Ye feel that?"
Maria rolled her fingertips until she was certain of the distinction. "Yes."
"Press hard as ye like there. And here, ye feel? Steady now, and hook yer fingers in. Aye, aye."
Leila's hips rolled, back and forth and around. Maria felt for every subtle shift in texture, watched for every change in Leila's face, and fell in with their rhythm. If she wasn't giving as good as she'd got, at least she was solidly contributing. A red flush spread over Leila's chest, just visible in the low light; Maria hooked her arm around Leila's back and pulled her close to feel its heat. Their breasts rubbed together, slick with sweat.
Thighs trembling, Leila buried her face in Maria's shoulder. With a soft grunt, she clenched around Maria's fingers, and Maria kept her hand moving, slowly, easing her down.
Leila was still breathing hard when she raised her chin and kissed Maria, slow and deep. She parted on a laugh, saying, "Next time we'll get our boots off. Get ye on yer back."
Maria rubbed her hands together, for want of anywhere to wipe them. "Didn't you say something about your entire hand?"
"Oh, aye. Teach ye to kiss a little lower, too." Leila winked before stooping to retrieve her top. "For now, best get back to yer boys. Take a bath first, unless ye fancy Guy smellin' ye out."
Things were already awkward enough with Leon. "I should hurry, then," Maria said reluctantly, pulling her bodysuit back up. Here was the world pressing back in, but at least she'd had a few moments' freedom. "Firion's probably already looking for me. I'll—" something caught in her throat— "I'll be back."
"That ye will. I'll see to it nothin' slips past ye out of Hell and comes after Fynn." A pale gray indeed, against that dark.
Everything else Maria had to say was too much or not enough, so she only nodded and turned to leave. She had one foot on the stairs when Leila called after her, "Four out of sixteen."
Maria stopped to cast a challenging look over her shoulder. "Just you wait until I get back."
"Aye, that'd be the idea."
Re: Keeping Score: FFII: Maria/Leila, Explicit (2/2)
Fabulous. ♥
Re: Keeping Score: FFII: Maria/Leila, Explicit (2/2)