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Who: Balthier and Fran
When: The day of Vayne’s funeral
Where: An old house
What: Um… well talking and drunken sex >.>
Rating: NC-17



It was Vayne's funeral. Of course, Balthier and Fran were nearby. It was certainly not right for them to watch the funeral but it was best to be nearby. Just to be sure the man was damn well dead. Balthier walked out of the Strahl onto the grounds of the Aerodrome. The entire area already felt cold. Well, colder than usual. Turning to Fran, he tilted his head slightly. "A drink perhaps?"

Fran gave a nod, looking around the Aerodrome as she followed Balthier off of the Strahl, ensuring the door closed behind her. "A good idea."

"I... wonder how Larsa is coping." He commented, considering the fact that this was the second time Larsa would've sat through his older brother's funeral.

"He is strong, but even the strongest of hearts can crumble under such situations. I pray he can pick up the pieces and move on from this. Vayne is not deserving of the boy's tears." Fran replied, walking in the direction of the nearest source of alcohol.

Balthier nodded once, glancing around the city at the vast amount of black clothing. Despite how hated Vayne was, their Lord was dead. It was only right for them to wear black on such an occasion. "I do believe he will be sorely bitter towards me."

"You are not the only one to blame. We all played our roles. If he blames anyone it should be me, I am the one who brought Vayne to the Estersands, after all."

"And I delivered the finish blow." He shook his head slightly, looking at the people who stared at him for his light coloured clothing. "It seems I am not dressed for the occassion."

"Ignore them. Their opinions do not matter." Fran replied, of course her teddy bodice and armour were black, so she already looked the part.

Balthier smiled at her for defending him even now. "I expect Larsa will have a few choice words for me." He fiddled with one of the rings on his hand.

"Do you wish me to accompany you to see him, or is it something you would rather do alone?" She asked, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"I think it is best I face him alone. Were we both to go he may seem threatened. He is... still a child." He frowned at that, shuddering slightly at his drunken actions.

Fran gave a nod. "As you wish." She walked further into the city, turning into the nearest bar.

Balthier followed her in and swiftly ordered two ales before sitting at a small table with her. "Do you suppose we may be asked to leave?" He almost chuckled at that.

"Well, if we are, we simply drink outside." Fran smiled softly at him before moving over to the bar, paying for a whole bottle of Archades' finest spirit and two shot glasses, bringing them back to the table, setting them down next to the ale.

"Well. Intent on getting me completely sotted?" He asked with a slight chuckle, leaning back in his chair and crossing one leg over the other.

Fran poured two glassfuls of the spirit, sliding one over to Balthier. "Just to give you a little courage."

Balthier downed the drink in one. "I've courage enough to be cursed out by a child." He replied, setting the glass down with a slight cough.

Fran downed her own and refilled the glasses. "Perhaps." She smiled at him, sliding her hand across the table to take hold of his.

He took hold of her hand, toying lightly with her fingers. "Although there are so many mourners... I expected a less sorrowful city. It is not as though Vayne was favoured by many." Balthier said quietly.

"Mayhaps we underestimated the peoples' love for him. Or perhaps it is more of a political situation than real mourning."

"Either way, I feel rather uncomfortable." He shifted slightly, glancing around at the few people in the bar.

Fran gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Care to take our drinking else where?"

Balthier looked to their hands then smiled at her face. "A walk around Archades may be nice. Feel like reminiscing?"

Fran stood and picked up the bottle. "Of course."

As Fran stood, a drunken man crashed into her, half spilling his drink on her, waving his glass around. "A toasht to Vayne... God resht hish shoul."

Balthier rolled his eyes and nudged the man on his way. "Yes, yes, Gods rest his soul." He shook his head then looked to Fran. "Are you alright?"

Fran gave a nod, brushing her hands down her front. "Ugh. I am fine."

"We could return to the Strahl for a change of clothes?" He tilted his head, unable to stop his gaze from falling on the place she'd brushed down.

Fran shook her head, downing her glass of ale. "It is fine. The sun shall dry me." She smiled and headed towards the door, carrying the bottle of spirits.

Balthier downed his glass of ale also then followed her out into Archades' streets. "There is a place... I wish to see it." He frowned slightly, slipping his hand in hers.

Fran smiled and held onto Balthier's hand, taking a swig from the bottle. "Lead the way then."

Balthier nodded once and took her through the streets. At first, he took her towards his childhood home but paused as he recalled the place he was standing. The very place he had met Fran. "Hm." A soft chuckle came from him as he stopped.

Fran looked around the area, before looking at Balthier with a raised eyebrow, head tilted in question.

"If you say you do not remember, I shall walk away." He slipped his hand from hers, crossing his arms and looking at her.

: Fran laughed soft, taking another drink from the bottle before holding it out to Balthier. "Hm. I seem to remember a young, clumsy, pick pocketing Hume crashing into me."

Balthier took the bottle and swigged it before slipping an arm around her waist. "Who'd have thought that you'd let that child become so intimate with you?" He teased.

Fran leaned into his side. "Well, that child grew into a suave, smart, beautiful... older child." She teased right back at him.

Balthier kissed her cheek with a laugh. "You're a bitter woman." He joked, sliding his hand into hers again before continuing onwards.

Fran stroked her fingers against Balthier's, smiling softly. "Would you change me? Because I wouldn't change you for the world."

"Yes you would. You would rather I was more faithful in the past. You would rather I felt nothing for anyone but you." He smirked at her.

"Let us not get into that now." Fran said, giving his hand a squeeze before stealing the bottle back for another drink.

Balthier chuckled then lead her into one of the higher-class streets. "Feel like... breaking and entering?" He asked as he moved to a rather expensive yet unoccupied house.

Fran looked at the building and then at Balthier. "Is that not what we do so well?" She asked, putting the bottle down on a wall.

Balthier chuckled and glanced around. With a smirk, he turned to her. "Kick the door in." He said, smiling at her.

"Not the most discreet of entrances, Hume." Fran replied, before moving to the doorway, aiming a well-placed kick at the door.

"We do not need discrepancy." He replied, slipping inside the house as the door was kicked in. "Which room would you prefer we pillage first?"

"Whichever you wish, love." Fran moved into the house, taking a look around. "It looks like it has been unlived in for a long while."

"Well, would you prefer the kitchen, the dining room, my bedroom, the lounge, the bathroom...?" He smirked at her.

Fran rose an eyebrow. "Your bedroom? This is your home?" She asked, moving in further to look around.

He chuckled and ran his fingers over the mantle piece. "It is... was. My childhood home." He watched Fran as she moved.

Fran looked at the photos on the walls of Balthier and his family. Photos of a proud father with his children. She walked silently, running her hands over everything that caught her attention.

"Rather a regular-looking Hume family, would you not say so?" He smiled and kissed her cheek before a photograph caught his eye. He frowned and discreetly slipped it face down on the table it stood on. It was his mother, a woman he did not wish to remember in this house.

Fran saw him, but said nothing; it was obvious it was something he did not wish to discuss. "To think your family would play such a huge part in history." She carried on walking, finding her way to the bedroom of a young Fframran. She stepped inside, feeling like she was stepping back in time. She ran her fingers along a dusty suit of Judge's armour.

Balthier followed her through each room and smiled as they entered his old bedroom. "Rather a fine suit, all things considered." He commented as he sat on his childhood bed.

"I cannot imagine you wearing it." She smiled and continued to look around his room, but not wanting to seem rude by going through all Balthier's things.

Balthier laughed and lounged back on the bed. "You can go through whatever you wish. No doubt you shan't find anything I'm ashamed of." He chuckled.

"No diaries? No drawings from your childhood? Brightly coloured underwear perhaps?" She asked with a soft chuckle.

"A diary is hardly my style. Drawings... you'll find plenty. As for underwear... I doubt there will be any brightly coloured pairs."

Fran caught sight of an old looking box that had once been covered in bright paper, a faded label read 'Ffamran's Treasures'. She pilled the box out and sat on the edge of the bed with it.

Balthier chuckled, shaking his head. "Okay... maybe I might be ashamed at some of the things in there." He said, holding onto the dusty blankets.

"Oh? And what kind of treasures did the young Ffamran claim?" Fran asked, opening the box slowly.

"See for yourself, Viera." He replied, watching her with a soft smile. He knew it'd be filled with odds and ends and a few gil in small change.

She looked into the box, letting out a soft chuckle. The usual treasures of a young Hume boy. Loose change, bits of string, pebbles, a lid off a potion bottle and a locket on a broken chain. She lifted the locket out of the box. "Does it contain a picture?" She asked, holding it up.

Balthier's face dropped. "Uh... no..." He was certain that snatching the locket away would be a giveaway. Instead, he hoped she'd simply dismiss it.

Fran gave a nod and set the locket back in the box. "You should know by now you cannot lie to me." She smiled and closed the box, putting it back where she had found it.

"It... it has a picture of... of my mother in it." He frowned slightly. "Bring it to me?" He asked softly, holding a hand out to her.

Fran once more took the locket from the box and laid it in Balthier's palm.

Balthier flicked at the clasp but it refused to open. With a frown, he bit the damn thing open then held it out to her. "My mother."

Fran smiled softly. "She is very pretty." She once more sat on the edge of the bed.

Balthier nodded once. "Was." He looked at the photograph a moment before closing the locket and letting it slip from his fingers, onto the bed.

"I am sorry." Fran replied, watching him closely, reaching out to touch his cheek lightly.

Balthier twitched his nose slightly. "It has been many years. There is no reason for my sadness." He shook his head slightly.

Fran leaned in to kiss that twitching nose lightly, crawling over Balthier's chest to do so.

Balthier rested his hands on her waist. "I do so enjoy these 'cherp up' kisses you give my nose." He teased.

"I am glad." She shifted resting her knees either side of Balthier's hips, resting her hands on his shoulders.

Balthier rose an eyebrow, looking at her face. "Why, dear Viera, are you seducing me on my childhood bed?" He joked, stroking his fingers over her armour.

Fran let out a squeak. "I am doing no such thing! I merely sitting! Although, I bet a young Ffamran never expected to have a Viera on his bed, hmm?"

He laughed, tilting his head. "Ah, you wish to seduce Ffamran. I do believe I can call him up but he may be a little childish."

Fran pressed a soft kiss against Balthier's lips. "I believe I love Balthier just fine. Always have you been, and always will you be, Balthier, to me."

"Balthier loves you." He smiled, leaning up to steal yet another kiss from her, teasing playfully at the tip of her tail.

Fran looped her arms around his neck. "Had you told me this was your house beforehand, I would have brought the alcohol in with us." She purred, squirming at his touch.

Balthier smirked at her. "I wanted it to be a surprise. Besides, alcohol and sad memories do not mix well." He chuckled.

"I do not wish for you to be sad. I prefer it whe you smile."

A soft smile came to his face, followed by a laugh. "My smile is simply an expression. Nothing special." He teased at her tail again.

Fran once more squirmed, biting her lip to silence another squeak. "Your smile is beautiful. It melts my heart."

"I shan't do well with a melted partner." He joked, tugging her down for a kiss. He nipped her lower lip before slipping his tongue between her lips.

Fran moaned softly against his lips, circling her tongue around his, kissing him firmly for a moment. "Now who is seducing who on this bed? Hmm?"

Balthier smirked and brushed his lips over her cheek. "It is a simple kiss. If you are being seduced, you are allowing it." He murmured.

Fran chuckled softly, burying her head face against Balthier's neck, biting lightly.

"Aah..." His eyes flickered closed at the sound he made, a soft shudder going down his spine at the feel of her teeth on his skin.

"This really isn't appropriate behaviour on the day of the funeral of the great Vayne." Fran teased, biting again.

"It is for those who killed him." He replied, sliding his hands down her thighs, stopping at her knees.

Fran purred at Balthier's touch, reaching her hands up to thread through his hair.

Balthier leaned to nip her neck in response, sliding his tongue lightly over the small bite mark on her skin. "I have no contraception..." He murmured.

Fran ran her claws lightly over his arms. "Then we either stop before we cannot, or we take a chance." She purred, kissing him firmly.

"We risk a lot of things. Is this one we should?" He replied in a hushed tone, kissing down the exposed area of her chest.

"It... is hard to think straight with your wicked lips upon me." Fran murmured, pulling his head up to steal another kiss.

Balthier kissed her firmly before tugging on her thighs to slip her onto her back between his legs. Then, Balthier moved to crawl up her, pinning her hands to the mattress. "Wicked, you say?"

Fran looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and a slight drunkenness. "Completely wicked, my dear Hume." She purred, wiggling her fingers.

"Am I foolish enough to continue this without any means of protection?" He asked, kissing down her neck teasingly.

Fran tilted her head aside, letting out a breathy gasp. "Ah, you are rather foolish, this is well known. But please decide before I am forced to pounce."

Balthier chuckled playfully. "You'll pounce on me, shall you? Should I be afraid?" He asked, lifting up to look at her face.

"Who knows what I could be capable of in such a state. My claws are rather sharp and my bite hard." She purred, squirming where she lay. "Perhaps we should take this elsewhere less we sully the memory of a young boy's bed."

"We could use my parents' bed?" He remarked, smirking at her. "Decide, Viera. Ffamran's bed or his parents' marriage bed?" He tilted his head.

"Ugh, you shall surely lead me astray, Hume." She commented, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss. "I leave this decision in your hands."

"Ffamran does not mind if we use his bed." He murmured against her lips, sliding his hand over her exposed chest.

"Ugh, you shall surely lead me astray, Hume." She commented, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss. Fran flipped them over so that she was once more on top, grinning down at him.

Balthier laughed and squirmed beneath her. "So. I am now your prisoner. Whatever will you do with me?" He smirked at her.

"Whatever indeed." She purred, hands moving down to unfasten each of Balthier's belts, followed by his pants.

At her actions, he rose an eyebrow, looking to her hands. "What are you doing?" He crossed his arms behind his head, only really expecting her to go to a certain extent.

"Do I need to explain the birds and the bees to you, my love?" She purred, slipping her hand into his pants to free his length, sliding down his body to lick at the head of it.

Balthier's eyes widened before snapping shut at that lick. With his recent faithfulness, he hadn't had oral sex in a long time. Even that one lick felt amazing. "F-Fran... you... you do not have to."

"I am aware of that fact." She purred, running one claw oh so carefully along his length. She knew it wouldn't cut; she was very good at controlling her claws.

Balthier squirmed slightly at the claw, moaning quietly. "Nn..." With half-lidded eyes, he looked at her rather innocently, showing their age difference unintentionally.

"You fear me?" Fran asked softly, curling her fingers around him.

"Never." He murmured softly, leaning up on one arm to kiss her cheek lightly, his other hand resting on her waist.

She smiled at him. "I am glad. Then just relax and enjoy." Fran shifted down the bed a little more, taking the head of Balthier's member into her mouth.

Another moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes tightly again. Balthier's hand moved down towards her hair but, almost as if he couldn't make it, he lightly gripped one of her ears.

Fran gave a soft sound at that, swiping her tongue over the slit teasingly. She knew the mechanics of oral sex, but she had never put it into practise before, she hoped she was doing it right.

"Oh gods~...!" He moaned out, bending his knees up. She was doing this amazingly so far and he half wondered where she'd learnt this.

Fran took a little more of his length into her more, wrapping her fingers around the base to stroke a little.

Balthier groaned slightly, arching his back just a little. "Aah~!" He slipped one hand a little lower to grip her hair whilst the other hand stayed on her ear.

She shifted her hand slightly, letting her claws tease Balthier's balls as she took more of his length in her mouth, humming a little.

"F... fuck..." He exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut just a little tighter. The feel of her doing this was incredible!

Fran hoped that as a good sound, not a bad one. He paused slightly, before taking him into her mouth as far as she could without gagging. She curled her finger a little, rocking it against Balthier's perineum.

At that, his head shook from side to side. That feeling was too much! Balthier gritted his teeth with a low growl. "F-Fran... I'm..."

Fran returned her fingers to Balthier's length, curling them around the base to give a light squeeze, pulling her head away. She shifted to straddle him, pulling her clothing aside to expose her waiting wet warmth. She rocked against him, flesh on flesh, but kept hold of his length to prevent him entering her just yet.

Balthier gripped her waist, half whimpering when she pulled away. "D-do not tease me..." He almost whined, looking up at her with lusty, begging eyes.

Fran gave a nod, moving her hands to his shoulders, settling down on his length, taking him all in.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled the woman down for a deep kiss, lightly thrusting his hips up into her.

Fran kissed back roughly, moving against him. Her eyes were dark with lust, her body moving with a frantic animalist need, far from the gentle, slow lovemaking they had experienced before.

Balthier moaned into her mouth, thrusting hard into her. "Mngh..." His hands buried in her hair, having no exposed area to touch.

Fran growled in pleasure, rocking her hips with each thrust, clawing at Balthier's armoured chest.

He held onto her waist and flipped her onto her back, breaking the kiss to bite almost viciously yet erotically at her throat, moving his hips to thrust deep inside her.

Fran tilted her head back, threading her fingers through Balthier's hair, tugging at the blonde locks. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing a pointed heel against his back lightly. She moved with his every thrust, matching them perfectly, mewling with a desperate need.

Balthier groaned slightly at the pull to his hair, shifting the angle of his thrusts in aim for her g-spot. "Fran... ngh~" He gripped the dusty sheets with both hands, thrusting hard into her body.

Fran let out a louder mewl as Balthier's thrusts found that sweet spot within her. She gripped his shoulders, clawing at them in need.

His hips moved almost as hard as they could, driving into her body as he bit at her neck. He could feel himself closing in on his climax, even in this slightly drunken state.

Fran's own orgasm was close, the strange sensations that overcame her body growing ever closer. She wrapped her legs around him tighter, moving with him. She threw her head back with a cry, gripping onto Balthier tighter as her climax hit, her wetness soaking Balthier's length, seeping over her thighs.

Balthier gasped slightly at the sensation before a low moan escaped him and he shuddered, coming deep inside her. "..." At that, he pulled out and rested beside her, swearing under his breath. "Did I... just...?"

Fran flopped back against the pillows, her eyes shut tight, her breathing harsh through parted lips as she tried to catch her breath. She was damp with sweat, her inner thighs soaked with Balthier's seed and her own release.

Balthier buried his face in her neck, running his fingers over her stomach, through the thin fabric covering it. "Fran, I made a big mistake..."

Fran brought a hand to Balthier's hair, stroking softly, but not opening her eyes or otherwise moving. "Was it not I who took the risk?"

"No, Fran. If... if this amounts to anything, it is our responsibility." He replied, still touching her stomach, lightly plucking at the fabric. "I do not run away from things like that."

Fran's eyes were still shut, her breathing beginning to relax slightly. "Our future once more in the hands of the Gods you so despise." She whispered.

"And if the Gods will it that this becomes something?" He asked, nuzzling her neck lightly.

Fran let out a contented sigh, feeling completely sated. "Then we shall find a way to adjust. Like anything life throws at us." She shifted to curl up slightly. "Do you not have a Lord to kidnap from a funeral?"

"Hm. Kidnap? The boy will most like kill me." He replied, shifting his hands to fasten his pants back up.

"I am sure he will listen to your words. Though do not be too hard on him if he is angry toward you." The Viera curled into a ball on the damp, dusty sheets.

Balthier stayed laid out beside her, kissing her forehead. "I shan't be hard on him." He nuzzled lightly, smiling softly. "Shall I meet you on the Strahl or are you headed off someplace?"

"I shall stock up on supplies... once I regain the use of my limbs." She murmured. "But I shall return to the Strahl once I am done."

"Mm." He still stayed beside her, looking at her pretty face whilst gently caressing her cheek. Lightly, he hooked one leg over her, kissing her cheek and neck softly.

Fran smiled softly, nuzzling into him. "I did not injure you with my claws, did I?"

"Not even a little. They felt incredible." He replied softly, kissing her lips gently. "I love you, Fran."

Fran kissed back. "Mm. I love you too." She gave a soft purr, stretching her legs out slightly. "That was... different. But nice."

Balthier chuckled softly. "So, you like rough sex, hm? I sort of expected you to be a gentle, sweet love-making kind of woman."

Fran flushed a little. "I do so like it when you touch me so gently. But it was as if something overcame me, something inside me exploded. I could not get enough. Does that sound strange to you?"

"It sounds very normal. I feel that way sometimes, too." He replied, petting her hair gently whilst taking in every inch of her appearance.

"Perhaps I become more Hume each day." She commented, nuzzling closer.

"I love you however you are... though I may love you less without the ears." He teased, smiling cheekily.

Fran gave a soft gasp. "You only love me for my ears! I knew it!"

"Mm. Perhaps your tail, too." He joked, reaching behind to tease the tip of the fluffy tail.

Fran squeaked softly as the sensitive ball of fluff was teased. "Do not make me bite your fingers."

Balthier laughed and moved his hand to her lower back. "Do you not enjoy my fingers?" He smirked with one eyebrow raised.

"I do, very much. But you, my dear Hume." She murmured, wrapping ehr arms around his neck. "Have a job to do."

"I do not wish to do this job. Therefore, I shall not." He buried his face in her neck, huffing slightly.

Fran gave a soft chuckle. "Child." She petted his head lightly. "Then be a dear and fetch me a wash cloth or something?"

Balthier shook his head. "No. I'm not moving." He replied, practically clinging to the older woman he loved.

She moved her hand to cup his cheek. "We shall have to move sometime. I cannot believe we did such a thing on your childhood bed."

"Does it matter? It is my house, I own the entire place. Cid left it to me." He nuzzled her hand before sitting up a little, yawning.

"To think, the great pirate Balthier, owns a house on the ground." She teased, sitting up a little.

"Well... technically, Ffamran Bunansa does. However, since I was him, it is Balthier's." He kissed her cheek before heading out of the room, into a bathroom.

"Bring back a wash cloth!" She called to him, once more curling up.

Balthier laughed and washed up before getting a wash cloth and returning to her, holding it out. "You are a lazy Viera." He teased.

"It is your fault. You have broken me in the most delightful way." She purred, taking the wash cloth from him.

Balthier smiled then leaned down and kissed her. "I shall meet you at home, love." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before turning to leave.

Fran started to clean herself up, stealing a kiss from Balthier. "Good luck. Though I know you shan't need it."

He nodded once then slipped out of his bedroom, pausing once the door was shut to take in the weight of his actions.