Locke and Celes finally climbed out of the cellars of South Figaro.
"Whew! Made it!" Locke dusted himself off from the decades of dust in the old tunnels. "Well, I've rescued you. Kiss me!"
"What?!" Celes was affronted.
"I'm the dashing hero," Locke explained as if she was new to the world, "and you're the damsel in distress. It's tradition. Kiss me!"
"No," Celes replied as if Locke was new to the world, "I'm a general in the most powerful army of the most powerful empire in the world. I'm a first-class swordswoman and mage. You are a short little thief who thought he'd break into someone's wine cellar and get lucky. And you ARE lucky that I know Cure because that dog-bite looks infected!" And with a word, Celes healed the hideous wound on Locke's forearm.
"Yeah, well," Locke rubbed his newly healed skin. "I did kinda risk my life to save you since you were already chained to a wall and beaten black and blue. So how about just a quick peck and we'll be on our way?"
Celes' lips curled as she leaned in close to Locke's face. She breathed hotly into his ear, tracing the bend of it with her tongue before giving his lobe a hard bite, drawing blood.
She whispered, "They chained me to the wall because they know I'm way more dangerous than the beasties crawling around down there, or any beastie crawling around up here. Remember that, princess." She gave a quick peck on his bleeding lobe before striding away, still limping slightly. "Come along now! Or else the guards will have their way with you!"
Locke rubbed his ear, making a face, "Well, excuse me, general."
"Excuse Me, Princess", Locke/Celes, G
"Whew! Made it!" Locke dusted himself off from the decades of dust in the old tunnels. "Well, I've rescued you. Kiss me!"
"What?!" Celes was affronted.
"I'm the dashing hero," Locke explained as if she was new to the world, "and you're the damsel in distress. It's tradition. Kiss me!"
"No," Celes replied as if Locke was new to the world, "I'm a general in the most powerful army of the most powerful empire in the world. I'm a first-class swordswoman and mage. You are a short little thief who thought he'd break into someone's wine cellar and get lucky. And you ARE lucky that I know Cure because that dog-bite looks infected!" And with a word, Celes healed the hideous wound on Locke's forearm.
"Yeah, well," Locke rubbed his newly healed skin. "I did kinda risk my life to save you since you were already chained to a wall and beaten black and blue. So how about just a quick peck and we'll be on our way?"
Celes' lips curled as she leaned in close to Locke's face. She breathed hotly into his ear, tracing the bend of it with her tongue before giving his lobe a hard bite, drawing blood.
She whispered, "They chained me to the wall because they know I'm way more dangerous than the beasties crawling around down there, or any beastie crawling around up here. Remember that, princess." She gave a quick peck on his bleeding lobe before striding away, still limping slightly. "Come along now! Or else the guards will have their way with you!"
Locke rubbed his ear, making a face, "Well, excuse me, general."