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Who: Fran, Balthier
When: Morning (Takes place looooong before the Valentine’s Thread)
Where: Costa Del Sol
What: Spending some quality time together
Rating: NC-17



Fran was slowly getting used to the morning sickness. Her morning routine now consisted of getting up, having a drink, spending an hour or two over the toilet before getting washed up and spending the afternoon on the beach. She had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in only an hour and moved over to the bed, leaning in to kiss Balthier's head as he slept.

Balthier wasn't asleep, he'd woken earlier but tried to remain in bed to see if he could get back to sleep. As she kissed him, he opened his eyes, taking her hand. "How are you?"

Fran smiled a little, curling her fingers around his. "I am fine. How did you sleep?"

"So-so." He pulled her to sit on the bed with him, nuzzling her stomach. "Were you sick this morning?" He asked.

"I was. I... am getting used to it now. It is almost routine." She threaded her fingers through his hair softly.

Balthier chuckled softly, kissing her stomach. "You should wake me if you are ill. I would rather you did not have to deal alone."

Fran flushed a little, keeping her hands on his head, enjoying the feeling of his lips against her stomach. "I did not wish to disturb your sleep."

"Do so next time, I dislike the thought of you facing it alone." He kissed her abdomen a little more, closing his eyes as he did.

"You looked so peaceful. I did not wish to awaken you. So rare is contented sleep for you these days."

Balthier looked up to her face, tracing his fingers down her back and to her tail. "Wake me. I shall sleep at another point."

Fran shivered a little. "Very well. Although the sight of me with my head in the toilet is not a very attractive one."

"It is natural. I will hold your hair out of the way." He chuckled, leaning up to nip her lower lip lightly, still teasing her tail with his fingertips.

Fran flushed, shuddering slightly, nipping at Balthier's lip in return.

Balthier smiled and ran his hands through her hair before laying back on the bed and letting out a yawn.

Fran gave a smile. "You are still tired? Perhaps you should sleep awhile longer? The moogles are entertained, so there is no rush for you to get up."

He shook his head, running his fingers over her stomach. "No, I am not tired, just relaxed. Comfortable. Content." He smiled at her.

Fran laughed softly, resting her hand on top of Balthier's. "You do that almost as much as I do now."

Balthier looked to his hand, blushing slightly. "It is a habit, it seems. Knowing that... my son or daughter is growing inside there..." His voice softened to almost a whisper.

"Our son or daughter." Fran corrected, smiling warm. "It is a strange notion, yet seemingly natural all at the same time."

"Mm. It is a little strange. To think that in so many months, we will be sat on the Strahl with our child." He chuckled, pulling her closer and nuzzling her neck.

"Whoever would have thought that the wayward Viera who decided to follow you would carry your child."

Balthier kissed her skin lightly. "I was always insanely attracted to you, and you know that. I told you enough times."

Fran petted his hair lightly. "You were also attracted to every bit of skirt we chanced upon."

"Certainly, but you know you were always my number one girl." He smiled at her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

Fran laughed soft, nudging her nose against his. "Of course. No one else would be able to put up with your mood swings."

"You're such a sharp woman." He replied, laying down on his bed again and looking up to her, his fingers still naturally tracing her stomach.

"Would you have me any other way, Hume?"

"Perhaps on your back, beneath me, writhing in pleasure?" He smirked at her.

Fran rose an eyebrow. "Oh? Perhaps you should do something about that then."

Balthier's smirk became wicked and he flipped her onto her back, pinning her to the bed. "You, my dear, are pregnant. Surely, that is unhealthy for the baby?"

"I am of the understanding that gentle sex can be quite good for the baby, right up until late pregnancy." She replied, looking up at him.

Balthier smiled softly. "Gentle sex, hm?" He lightly began kissing her neck, moving down. "Romantic love-making, you mean?"

"Mm. Perhaps." Fran purred, tilting her head for him. "It has been awhile since we were gentle. I apologize."

"No apologies. I love whatever intimacy I can acquire from you, my dear." He murmured, kissing softly over her chest.

Fran smiled soft. "I blame you for my recent... sexual behaviour anyway. You awoke something deep within." She once more threaded her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of it.

Balthier chuckled softly and moved to kiss her lips. "It is not my fault. You were the one whom seduced me first."

Fran kissed back, nipping at Balthier's bottom lip lightly. "Oh? Is that so? That is not the way I remember it, Hume."

"I may have explained my feelings first but you were certainly the one who initiated any sexual acts before I did." He replied, petting her ears down playfully.

Fran purred and leaned into Balthier's touch. "Mm. If you say so."


Balthier chuckled and kissed along her jaw, moving towards her mouth. "You are the most attractive woman I have had the pleasure of knowing." He murmured before kissing her.

Fran kissed back, nipping lightly at Balthier's bottom lip. "Your flattery will not work on me, Hume."

Balthier smiled softly. "It is not flattery." He looked deep into her eyes, running his hands over her ears and through her hair. "I love you."

"Mm. I love you too, my foolish, foolish Hume." She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck.

A slight chuckle came out and he ran a hand over he breast, lightly teasing her nipple. "I wish for you to tell me what feels the best. What makes you most aroused?"

Fran gave a soft gasp, arching into Balthier's touch, flushing a little. "I... I cannot say."

"Why can you not?" He almost whispered, positioning himself between her legs and lightly rocking his hips against her.

She held onto his shoulders, flushing more. "I... I like everything you do to me. I could never say which pleases me most." She whispered, rolling her hips a little.

"Is that so? There is nothing particular I do that makes your heart race and your body burn?" Balthier murmured to her, kissing her neck as he slid a hand down to tease her.

Fran bit her bottom lip, chewing on it. "Ah... you always make me feel like that..." She curled her hand around his wrist, guiding his fingers to her clitoris. "Especially when you touch here."

Balthier smirked into her skin, running his fingers over that little area. "Ah, I see." He nipped her neck, teasing a nipple as he touched her clit.

Fran gave a soft moan, gripping his shoulders lightly. "Ngh those wicked fingers!" She mewled, squirming a little.

Balthier's fingers continued their assault as he lowered his head to take her other nipple between his teeth.

Fran moaned louder, raking her fingers through Balthier's hair, giving a light tug.

Balthier moaned slightly, shifting from her grasp to dip his head between her legs, his tongue now attacking that place his fingers were.

Fran bit down into her hand to silence herself. "Ngh~ Balth... ah~"

He hummed slightly, licking a little more. After a moment, he slicked his fingers and carefully slipped them inside her, touching gently as he returned his tongue to its task.

Fran panted soft, shifting to rest on her elbows, watching Balthier. She mewled in pleasure, gripping the sheets slightly. "Your mouth has it's uses at times." She teased, slightly breathless.

Balthier placed a love bite on the inside of her thigh, looking up at her face. "Mm. I'm a man of many talents." He smirked before lowering down to her again.

Fran mewled a little, rolling her hips. "Mmn. So you are."

Balthier's fingers slipped deeper inside, reaching in and touching that spot he knew all too well, now. Whilst they did, he teased at her nipples and his tongue continued work.

Fran clawed at the sheets more, the material tearing beneath her fingers. "Ng~ all this attention on me..." She mewled. "You need attention too."

"Later." He murmured, barely moving to speak. He was determined to make her orgasm before even thinking of himself.

She writhed under his skilled touch. He knew exactly how to touch her. He knew exactly what she needed. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, moaning his name softly.

Balthier continued his assault, slipping a third finger inside her carefully. It was true that he knew how to touch a woman. He'd had more than enough practice.

Fran dug her heels into the bed, her body tensing around his fingers. She moaned louder, her body shuddering with pleasure as she reached her limit.

Balthier lifted up with a soft laugh, keeping his fingers inside her. "I love the sounds you make, Fran." He smirked at her.

Fran glared, but considering her breathless, flushed state, it wasn't very harsh. "Hmph, mock me and you won't get to hear them again."

"You do not think?" He leaned down, biting and sucking at a sensitive area on her neck, pinching her nipple lightly and pressing on her g-spot.

Fran bit down on her lip hard to keep herself silent, a soft whimper still escaping her.

He lifted his head at the whimper. "A sound. A rather adorable one." He teased her, leaning in and kissing her nose.

Fran pushed him away playfully, casting a Silence spell over them both.

Balthier glared at her, slipping his fingers out and sitting with his arms folded, pouting rather childishly at her.

Fran gave a silent laugh, crawling over to kiss his nose, nipping it lightly.

Ever the child, he moved away, pouting at her still. If he'd been able to speak, he would have most probably sworn at her.

Fran crawled to him once more, nudging his shoulder with her chin.

Balthier mouthed something, pushing her down onto the bed and pinning her. With a slight glare, he crushed his lips into hers.

Fran snaked her arms around his neck, holding his head in place as she kissed back.

Whilst she was occupied with the kiss, Balthier reached to their things, his fingers just brushing over the Echo Herbs. A frown crossed his face at the just out of reach herbs.

Fran laughed silently against his lips, snaking her hands down to entwine her fingers with his.

Balthier broke the kiss, looking down at her face and mouthing things to her with a frown deep on his brow.

Fran lay back against the pillows, reaching out to curl her fingers around the herbs, passing them to Balthier.

Taking the herbs, his voice returned and he pinned her down again. "That was rather unpleasant. Apologise." He almost demanded.

Fran gave another silent laugh, tilting her head to look at him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I see. Our relationship is a case of you getting an orgasm and then casting Silence on me. Wonderful!" He said sarcastically, laying beside her and wriggling back under the blankets to try to return to sleep.

Fran took the herbs from him, taking some herself. "Child." She murmured once her own voice returned. She sat back on her knees. "You plan on sulking for much longer?" She asked, running a hand along her body to touch herself.

Balthier huffed, pulling his blankets over his head. He was still very much a child and a hedonist at heart. His own physical pleasure had been denied, of course he would sulk. Possibly for hours.

Fran gave a sigh, slipping her hand under the blanket to cast Curaga on Balthier. She knew that casting curative magicks on a non-injured person was supposed to have an effect on their sex drive. Or so she had heard.

Balthier blushed as he felt more aroused, knowing she'd cast something on him. He turned to look at her, frowning with annoyance and arousal. "The correct way to arouse someone is not by casting your magicks on them." He murmured.

"Then perhaps you should quit sulking and let me do something about it?"

"Seduction, my dear. You should seduce me into it." He replied, a smirk appearing on his lips.

Fran pulled the blankets off of him, pushing them to the floor out of his grasp. "Is that so?" She purred, tracing her claws over his arm lightly, leaning in to nip his ear.

"Mm. It is so." He replied, half-closing his eyes at the attention to his ear. He ran his fingers down her spine.

Fran flicked her tongue over each ear cuff, before giving the the earring a slight tug. "How am I doing so far?"

"It's pleasant... my ears are not that sensitive, however." He replied, closing his eyes entirely, his lips in a light smile.

Fran trailed her kisses along Balthier's jaw, purposely avoid his lips. She kissed down his throat, raking her teeth lightly over his adams apple.

"Nn... better..." He informed her, having a sensitive neck, especially to those teeth of hers.

She shifted to straddle his lap, trailing kisses over one shoulder, nibbling his collar bone.

Balthier's hands travelled down her back to her hips as she teased at his neck and collarbone. "Mn... that feels good."

She suckled and nibbled in one spot, leaving a mark on his skin.

A soft moan came from him at the mark, his fingers pressing into her waist just a little.

Fran leaned in to kiss him firmly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I am forgiven yet?"

Balthier smiled softly. "Yes." He whispered, leaning in for a gentler kiss and slipping his hands to her backside.

Fran flushed a little. "Mm. I am glad." She laughed soft against his lips, flicking her tongue against them.

Lightly flicking his tongue against hers, he smiled at her laughter, leaning in to inch his tongue between her lips.

Fran circled her tongue around his, purring soft. She pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against Balthier's. "Do you wish me to pleasure you?"

Balthier could not hide the pinkish tint to his cheeks at the question but he smiled anyway. "I shall not force you. Do what comes naturally to you."

Fran shifted off of his lap and down the bed slightly until her head was settled on Balthier's thigh. She carefully traced her claw over his inner thigh lightly.

Balthier gasped slightly, the feel of that claw being both arousing and slightly painful at the sting, despite her gentleness. "Nn..." His back arched slightly.

Fran curled her fingers around the base of Balthier's length, taking the head into her mouth.

A low moan escaped and his hands reached down, one wrapping around her ear gently, the other twisting in her hair.