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Who: Fran and Balthier
When: Night
Where: The Sandsea
What: Taking a night to themselves to rebuild bridges between them
Rating: NC-17



Fran had booked a room at the Sandsea for the night. She had ordered champagne, strawberries and chocolate. The room was filled with scented candles. She had talked Vaan and the moogles into babysitting Krja for the night. She hoped this second attempt at time with Balthier would be a little more successful than the first.

Balthier wasn't rightly sure what was going on but a night away from fatherhood, although he adored Krja, sounded rather refreshing. He hadn't even bothered to ask Fran what was happening, knowing he'd not get a straight answer from her with the way she seemed so secretive. Usually, it was a good thing when she had planned something.

Fran made her way down the stairs, into the main part of the Inn, looking around for Balthier in the dimly lit room.

He was seated at a table with another three men, each of whom looked rather distressed. A pack of cards was divided into a Rabanastran game and Balthier seemed, obviously, to be winning.

Fran walked over, taking the cards from Balthier, laying them down on the table. "You're out." She half-purred.

"Apparently, I'm out." Balthier muttered to the other men. They all seemed to relax and the pirate looked up to his lover. "Why am I out, hm?"

Fran smiled and picked up Balthier's winning, flicking a few gil at the other players. "If you follow, you shall see."

Balthier shrugged and stood, waving a had slightly to the men before following behind the Viera with a plan.

Fran made her way up the stairs towards the room she had rented. She paused at the doorway, looking at Balthier over her shoulder before pushing the door open.

Balthier simply followed, humming softly to himself. Certainly, he'd had a couple of drinks and felt a little merry. As his eyes fell upon the room, a crease appeared in his brow. "...Fran? What is this in aid of?" He smiled in bemusement.

Fran's ears drooped a little. "I thought you may recognise an attempted at seduction when you saw one." She blushed a little and stepped inside. "I thought... a night alone may do us good."

Balthier smiled, brushing a hand over her waist as he entered the room. "I recognised it... yet I wondered why you'd make such effort for me." He leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Either way, I think it is lovely, Fran."

Fran smiled a little. "I thought mayhaps we could share some champagne, strawberries and chocolate, followed by a little... togetherness time, and then mayhaps a hot bath, less you wish to do something else?"

Balthier pressed a kiss to her lips. "I think your plan sounds most sufficient." He smiled then moved to sit on the bed, removing his sandals and his armoured shirt, finding himself more comfortable in his shirt and leathers.

Fran removed her armour and her bodice, pulling a towelling robe around herself. She carried the tray of champagne, strawberries and melted chocolate to the bed and set it down beside Balthier.

Almost instantly, Balthier took a strawberry, grinning quite childishly as he dipped it in chocolate and bit into it. "Mm... fine fruits are hard to acquire upon the skies."

Fran chuckled and sat down, dipping a strawberry in one of the champagne glasses, holding it to Balthier's lips. "The land has it's benefits."

Balthier bit into the strawberry, smiling a moment later. "It does." He reached a hand out, brushing her hair back. If she'd have been Hume, he would've tucked that hair behind her ear but instead, he rested it over her shoulder.

Fran kept her eyes on his, dipping a strawberry in the chocolate and taking a bite.

His eyebrow twitched slightly and as soon as that strawberry was away from her lips, he leaned in to kiss them.

Fran purred against his lips, enjoying the chocolate tasting kiss. She dipped her finger in the bowl of chocolate, wiping it on Balthier's nose.

Jerking back at the touch, the young pirate crossed his eyes to look at his own nose. With a slight chuckle, he ran his finger over his nose, removing the chocolate and licking it from his digit.

Fran chuckled a little, doing it again, this time on his cheek.

"Are you attempting to annoy me? It won't work." He repeated the same process of removing the chocolate.

"Annoy? No." Fran replied, brushing melted chocolate across Balthier's lips.

The pirate slightly licked his lips before pressing them to Fran's smiling slightly.

Fran kissed back, snaking her tongue over Balthier's lips.

Parting his lips, he drew that tongue into his mouth, a hand slipping under her hair to the back of her neck as his tongue circled hers.

Fran purred into the kiss, letting her eyes flutter shut, cupping Balthier's cheek tenderly.

Balthier made a slight noise, stroking his hand down the exposed area of her chest before pushing the robe off one of her shoulders. His free hand remained on the bed, for him to lean on.

Fran gave a soft laugh against his lips, resting her forehead against his as she broke the kiss. She picked another strawberry, holding it to Balthier's lips.

Biting into it, he smiled, pressing another soft kiss to her lips. "Now, I thought we were here to talk..." He teased, fingers petting lightly over her neck and exposed shoulder.

Fran purred. "Is that so? I thought we were here to eat strawberries, drink champagne and relax."

Balthier chuckled lightly before resting back on the bed, arms folded behind his head. "Relax? I think I like this idea."

Fran picked one of the glasses up and sipped at the champagne within, shifting to lay against Balthier, occasionally reaching over to feed him strawberries.

Balthier smiled softly, a hand lazily petting Fran's hair. "You are spoiling me, Viera." He teased, unbuttoning a few of the top buttons on his shirt.

Fran laughed again, dipping her finger in the chocolate, running it down Balthier's chest, before leaning in to lick it off.

With a slight gasp, Balthier looked down to the Viera, a hand swiping through her hair. "Enjoying yourself, ma'am?"

Fran smiled up at him. "I am. Are you?" She asked, trailing a claw down his body slowly, working the rest of the buttons undone.

Balthier smiled, watching her work on his shirt, letting out a slightly uneven breath as he claw travelled lower. "Mm, I certainly am." He continued petting her hair, smiling lightly.

Fran dipped her head, kissing the newly exposed flesh, dipping her tongue into his belly button before trailing it along his chest, blowing on the wetness.

Balthier moaned slightly, eyes almost falling shut as she teased his skin. "Mn... You truly do have a wicked tongue..." He purred.

Fran chuckled a little and rested her head on his stomach, smiling up at him. "Mayhaps."

Sliding his hand through her hair again, a soft smile came to his lips. "Fran... I do love you. You know this, right?"

Fran held a strawberry up to Balthier's lips. "I know."

Biting into the strawberry, he gripped her arms, guiding her closer to him and pressing his lips to hers. "I want your kisses, more than I want that sweet fruit."

Fran flushed a little, returning the kiss, resting her hands on his arms for support.

Petting his hands down her back, he rested them on her waist. "Mn... Fran. I've missed you." He murmured against her mouth as his fingers lightly picked at the robe's threads.

Fran smiled against his lips. "I've always been right here." She murmured, setting the tray aside to settle in his embrace more.

Balthier smiled, curling his arm tighter around her. "You know what I mean, love." He pressed a hand to her lower back, leaning in to kiss her neck lightly.

Fran tilted her head for him, exposing more flesh. "I know. But let us not worry on the past."

"Mm... let us focus on us, right now." At that, the pirate shifted his lover beneath him, his tongue and teeth teasing lovingly at her flesh.

Fran flushed more, reaching to thread a hand through Balthier's hair tenderly.

"Mn... no... no, I'm doing it again." Balthier moved to lay beside her shaking his head slightly. "I am, yet again, putting the focus on sex."

Fran curled against him. "It is fine. If I wished for anything different I would stop you."

Balthier tilted his head slightly, smiling a little deviously. "Hm... then you take control." He murmured in her ear, petting his fingers over it.

Fran shifted up to kiss him on the lips, nipping lightly. "I thought I already was with this whole evening."

Stroking her hair, Balthier kissed back, returning the nip. "Then continue. I shan't take any control. At all."

Fran flushed and nodded, shifting to straddle Balthier's lap. She rested her hands on his shoulders, kissing him firm.

The pirate smiled, his hands resting on her waist. "Mnn..." Without technically taking any control, he rolled his hips, rocking up against her as she kissed him.

Fran broke the kiss, unfastening the robe, letting it fall off her shoulders completely, leaving her naked.

Gripping the robe and tossing it across the room, the pirate came to rest a hand on her waist whilst another brushed lightly over her breast.

Fran closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. She gripped Balthier's shoulders lightly, rocking against him slowly, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

With a soft smile, Balthier reached for a glass of champagne, sipping it before letting out a slight moan, his hand tightening on her waist slightly.

Fran kissed him again, tasting the alcohol on his lips. She smiled at him, resting her forehead against his. "I want you."

"You have me." He murmured, setting the glass aside and trailing a finger over her cheek. Slowly, that finger travelled lower, over her neck, brushing a nipple, near her bellybutton and ghosting over her clit.

Fran bit her lip, tensing a little. Her hands gripped Balthier a little tighter.

Moving his hand away, Balthier frowned, resting both hands on her thighs. "What was that reaction for?" He tilted his head a little.

"I am fine." Fran replied, cupping Balthier's face, kissing his softly. "Do not stop."

Balthier reached to dip his finger in chocolate before teasing it around her nipple. Leaning in to lick and nibble, his finger cautiously returned to her lower body.

Fran let out a soft moan, arching her back slightly, squirming slightly.

"You've a far sweeter taste than this chocolate, Fran." He almost purred, rocking his finger slowly over her clitoris.

Fran flushed, closing her eyes. "Such lies, Hume."

"I tell no lies, Fran." He murmured, knowing that, in itself, was a lie. Moving his fingers away from her clit, he rocked his hips against her, both hands resting on her breasts and massaging with a practised skill.

Fran purred soft, arching into his skilled touch, dipping her head to catch his lips with her own, rolling her hips against him in return.

"Fran... I am taking far too much control, here." He purred against her lips, now moving his hands to fold his arms behind his head.

Fran flushed, reaching for his arms. "Do not tease."

Balthier smirked, leaving his hands back against the pillow, either side of his head. "Mayhaps I wish to tease? Mayhaps I wish to be teased." He quirked an eyebrow at that.

Fran rested her hands on his chest, practically pouting at him. She wriggled a little, rolling her hips again.

The pirate held his smirk, despite the slight moan that escaped. "You want it? You do it." He teased, giving a hard roll of his hips up into her, proving exactly how damn hard he was.

Fran shifted back a little, hands moving to unfasten Balthier's pants. Her hands trembled a little as she swallowed hard.

Balthier frowned slightly before taking her wrists and drawing her hands to his face, placing kisses on her palms. "What worries you so, love? I do not wish for you to seem so... afraid to touch me..."

"I... I am fine..." She lowered her gaze. "I do not fear you."

"Then tell me the trouble, Fran." He reached his hands up and pulled the Viera woman down to rest her head on his chest, his hand holding her ears flat to her hair as he tucked her head under his chin.

Fran closed her eyes, resting against the Hume she so dearly loved. "I... it is nothing. I am fine."

"Tell me, Fran." He frowned more, tugging the blanket up over them both and cuddling her as close as possible.

"I ... I am afraid." She buried her head more. "I hate myself for it, but I am."

Balthier tensed just slightly at that. "Wh... why are you afraid?" He asked, his eyes closing as he pet her ears down.

"I... I'm afraid it will... hurt." She squirmed a little. "It is foolish... I know you would never hurt me. You never have. Yet, I fear..."

"Tell me why you would feel like this, Fran. I do not understand... I have never hurt you, so I... I do not understand." He furrowed his brow more.

Fran lifted her head, pressing a firm kiss to Balthier's lips. "Do not worry, I am but a foolish Viera. I am wasting time that could be put to better use, hm?"

Balthier pulled back from the kiss, frowning rather childishly at her. "Tell me. Now." He all but demanded, looking at her crimson eyes.

Fran gritted her teeth a little. "He... It hurt..." She muttered, not wanting to say it out loud.

Balthier paused for a moment before nodding once. "I understand. Say no more." At that, he shifted Fran to lay beneath him, petting his hand over her hair before instantly moving to go down on her.

Fran let out a soft gasp, a hand instantly tangling in Balthier's hair, though she wasn't sure whether she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.

Humming slightly, he flicked and swiped his tongue, sucking slightly and reaching a hand up to caress her breast. If anything, he was trying to relax her.

Fran raised her hips slightly, toes curling a little. Her heart pounded nervously, but she bit into her lip, reminding herself it was Balthier.

Balthier lifted up, kissing her thigh a few times and looking to her face. "If you are frightened, watch me. I shan't do anything you dislike." At that, he moved to resume his task, eyes on her face.

Fran kept her eyes on Balthier's, purring softly. She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his.

The pirate flicked his tongue inside her before returning to teasing her clit, gripping her hand reassuringly. His other hand caressed her thigh lovingly.

Fran moaned softly, letting her head fall back, eyes slipping shut once more. She dug her heels into the bed, parting her legs more for her Hume lover.

Swiftly slicking his fingers with saliva, he resumed task, carefully moving to inch only one finger inside her, not wanting to rush and scare her.

She gripped his hand tightly for a moment, but soon relaxed, loosening her hold a little. She panted soft, arching her hips slightly.

Slowly moving that finger deeper inside her tight, wet body, he curled it in search of her g-spot, knowing roughly where it was by now.

Fran let out a loud gasp as that skilled finger sought it's goal. She squirmed beneath Balthier's touch, pushing her hips up harder. "I want you."

Twitching his nose slightly as she moved up, he lifted his head. "Patience. If you are afraid to have much more than one finger, I intend to fully prepare you."

She continued to writhe and squirm, eyes locked on Balthier's. "I am ready for you."

Nodding once, he moved up and pressed his lips to hers. "You haven't forgotten contraception, have you?" He teased, half serious. If she'd forgotten protection, they were metaphorically screwed.

Fran turned her gaze away, closing her eyes for a moment. "Of course not." She murmured, hand sliding under the pillow, to retrieve a condom packet, whapping it lightly against the Hume's nose.

Balthier chuckled and tore it open with his teeth, tossing aside his belts with the pouches attached and pushing his pants down off his hips. He covered his erection then leaned down to kiss her again. "Are you certain?"

Fran returned the kiss, threading her fingers through Balthier's hair. "Go slow?"

With a nod, he pressed the tip in, inching the head inside her then waiting without any movements but a light kiss to her nose.

Fran took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. She kept her eyes fixed on Balthier's, capturing his lips with her own, rolling her own hips slightly, a silent encouragement to move.

Gently, he moved deeper inside, kissing her lovingly as his hand rested on her breast, lightly teasing her nipple. "Fran. I love you." He murmured against her mouth.

Fran ached into his touch, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold onto him. "I love you too, Pirate." She murmured, nipping at his lips.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips inside her, breaking the kiss to nip and lick her throat, his hand still teasing her nipple.

Fran moaned soft, threading her fingers through his hair. She reached for the closest candle, tilting it so the melted wax dripped onto Balthier's spine, making sure it was cooled enough before it hit his back that it would burn pleasantly without real pain.

With a sharp gasp, mostly out of shock, the pirate's back arched, the wax running down it before drying. "...well... that was... unexpected." He murmured, stopping all movements for the moment.

Fran looked up at him, candle still in hand. "A bad unexpected?"

"A pleasant one." He purred, leaning down to kiss her neck again, returning to rolling his hips, moving slow but deep inside her.

Fran gave a moan, arching her hips to meet Balthier's thrusts. She let more wax run onto Balthier's spine, laughing softly at the involuntary muscle spasms it caused.

Low moans came as he thrusted but sharp hisses of both pleasure and pain were released at the feel of the wax. "I do hope you intend to clean that off later, Fran." He purred through moans.

Fran chuckled and set the candle aside, wrapping her arms back around Balthier's neck, purring against his ear. "Of course." She rolled her hips, wrapping one long leg around the man's waist.

Moaning softly and gradually moving harder inside his lover, Balthier nipped his lover's lip, a hand slipping down to tease her clit as he moved.

Fran gave a soft gasp, moaning softly against Balthier's lips, leaning to kiss him hard, swiping her tongue over his lips.

Balthier drew that tongue into his mouth, curling and swiping his own over it, a sheen of sweat clinging to his skin as he moved.

Fran purred into the kiss, circling her tongue around Balthier's. She dragged her claws lightly over his shoulders, hard enough to mark, but not to cut. "Ah~ Balthier."

With a growl of pleasure, he broke the kiss, leaning to bite and suck at her throat, intent on bruising the skin as he moved inside her, now aiming for her g-spot.

Fran tilted her head back, exposing more of her throat to Balthier. She gave a cry of pleasure as he struck that sweet spot. She gripped at his shoulders harder, arching up hard to meet his thrusts. "Ngh~ Close..."

"Nghh..." Balthier bit into her skin hard, his hips thrusting deep and forcefully as he did. "M-me too..." He growled, his hands now gripping the sheets beneath them.

Fran clawed at his back, marking the tender flesh more. She wrapped both legs around Balthier's waist, moving with him. She growled out in pleasure, crying his name as she reached her orgasm.

Balthier growled at the claws to his back, panting soft and moaning in complete pleasure. His ringed fingers curled into the sheets at her climax and not even a moment later, he came, moaning loudly.

Fran lay back against the bed, panting hard. She pulled Balthier to rest against her, petting his hair lovingly.

Lightly kissing her neck, he tried to steady his breathing. "...I think my back stings worse than when we crashed the Strahl last..." He laughed softly.

Fran smiled soft, eyes closed. "I apologise. I shall treat your wounds while we bathe." She murmured. "Though I am not without injury."

"It is fine; it matters not." He leaned in to kiss her lips. "The bruise is payment for slapping me that evening in the Sandsea."

Fran kissed back, nipping his bottom lip. "That one you deserved."

"I was not the only one who'd done something wrong that evening." He replied, petting her hair.

Fran frowned a little and turned her gaze away.

"I meant the killing, Viera. It matters not that you slept with one man. I've slept with hundreds of people... it is unfair and selfish of me to expect to be the only man you will ever bed."

Fran cupped his cheek, stealing a soft kiss. "You are the only man I shall ever bed, from now on."

Balthier smiled lightly. "I love your devoted heart." He murmured before carefully pulling out of her and removing the condom. The pirate shifted to lay beside her, fingers petting over her stomach.

Fran smiled, curling her fingers around Balthier's wrist. She drew his hand to her mouth, kissing his palm gently, before pressing butterfly light kisses to his fingertips.

His fingers twitched and he laughed softly. "You know they are sensitive, love. You're beginning to interest me again." He teased.

Fran drew Balthier's ring finger into her mouth, letting her teeth rake along sensitive flesh, before giving a suck, eyes lifting to meet Balthier's.

That finger twitched in her mouth, lightly pressing her tongue as a low moan escaped his lips, his eyes falling closed from her gaze.

Fran flicked her tongue, letting it tease Balthier's digit.

The pirate squirmed slightly, moaning a little more. "Fran..." He bit into his free hand, curling it into a fist first.

Fran pulled back. "You do not like it?" She murmured, this time taking his middle finger in her mouth.

"Fran... s-stop... it is too much." He closed his eyes more tightly, panting and fidgeting more.

Fran continued to suck, bobbing her head slightly as though the digit in her mouth was Balthier's length.

Panting lightly, the pirate couldn't help but slip a hand down to touch himself, moaning as she pleasured his so dangerously sensitive hand.

Fran curled her fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away to stop him touching himself. She pulled her head back slightly. "Ah ah. No touching." She purred, leaning in to attack his fingers again.

His free hand twitched into a fist as she held it away from helping. Arching his hips up, he panted, eyes almost watering at how intensely weak his fingers were to this.

Fran let her tongue dance around the digit in her mouth, sucking at it firmer. She purred soft, letting go of his wrist to ghost her fingers over his length.

Balthier hissed, his free hand curling into the sheets as she so lightly touched him. "Fran... do not tease..."

Fran let the digit fall from her mouth, instantly leaning in to kiss Balthier. "Tell me what you want, Hume?"

Balthier shook his head slightly, a blush across his face and a rather vulnerable, child-like expression emerging. "I... I want you... I..."

"Close your eyes." Fran murmured, shifting onto her knees.

Obeying her, his eyes fell closed and he tensed slightly at the unknown.

Fran shifted off the bed, returning moments later. She took hold of his wrists, and with a sudden snap, cold metal locked around those beautiful wrists, binding his hands.

At that, his eyes snapped open with the sound, darting to the metal cuffs holding him there. He frowned, trying to tug his hands a little. "What...?"

Fran chuckled a little. "Imperial handcuffs." She replied, shifting into the loop of Balthier's arms.

Balthier raised an eyebrow, tugging his wrists again. "You realise this leaves me unable to help with anything, do you not?"

"Not true. You still have a mouth, no you not?" Fran all but purred, straddling Balthier's lap, leaning in to kiss him firmly.

Balthier bit her lower lip, swiping his tongue over it a moment later. He bent his knee up, trying to keep his arms in a comfortable place.

Fran purred against his lips. "You would prefer I cuff you to the bed, mayhaps?"

"Honestly? It may be slightly easier on my arms." He chuckled, kissing her softly.

Fran kissed back, before pulling away. She moved and grabbed a second pair of handcuffs, spinning them on her finger.

"How many Imperials did you pickpocket, Fran?" He laughed tugging his wrists apart slightly, recalling the familiar feeling of these cuffs.

"Only two. I thought two pairs would be plenty. If I must bind your feet, I shall find another suitable item." She teased, unlocking one wrist from the first cuff, locking it into the second, before pushing Balthier back lightly, attaching him to the headboard.

"Bind my feet? I am a little worried, now..." He half-laughed, half-gasped, shifting comfortably against the bed, letting his arms just hand where they were bound.

Fran shifted to straddle Balthier once more. "Mm. Though if you are uncomfortable at any point, I shall stop." She flushed a little at the sight of Balthier cuffed beneath her.

"I am fine. Do your worst, love." He teased, rocking his hips up slightly, laughing softly. His hands lay limp but that was the only thing on his body like that.

Fran lightly ra her claws along his chest. "Be careful where you are poking me, Hume." She teased, rocking against him lightly.

"Why must I be careful? Did you not thoroughly enjoy it earlier?" He smirked up at her, biting his lip slightly at the feel of those claws.

"I did. But your... ahem... weapon... has the safety off..." She murmured, dipping her head to kiss him.

Balthier laughed against her lips, still rocking up against her, his fingers twitching slightly. "And this is a problem, because?"

Fran rolled her hips a little more. "The noise of Krja. Doubled."

"...where are the condoms?" He asked, shifting to sit up as much as possible with his arms chained down.

"Patience. Hume. Such things will follow in time."

"I would rather there were no accidents this evening." He replied, frowning up at her but pouting childishly as he did.

Fran slid down his body, shifting down the bed. "Mayhaps we should take the weapon away then." She murmured, taking Balthier in her mouth.

Balthier gasped, arching his hips up. "Fuck..." He exhaled, eyes slipping shut at the feel of her hot, wet mouth around him.

Fran chuckled around him, taking him further into her mouth as she racked her claws along his hips lightly.

Tugging at the restraints, Balthier curled his toes, panting and moaning at the treatment she gave him.

Fran pulled back long enough to cast a Blind spell over the Hume, before resuming her task.

Feeling the magicks cast on him, he opened his eyes to blackness. His whole body tensed and he shook his head slightly. "N... ahh~ Fran..."

Fran reached for one of the many lit candles, she tilted it, letting melted wax drip onto Balthier's chest, as she took him further into her mouth.

The pirate hissed, knowing what was burning his skin so intensely, but wishing he could see it. He arched into her mouth, panting and tugging hard at the cuffs. "Fran... so good~"

Fran purred around his length, bobbing her head. She continued to drip wax onto him, before dragging her claws through the setting wax.

Balthier gasped, arching more and panting hard, his skin coated in sweat as he felt himself reach orgasm, his voice a low growl as he spoke her name.

Fran swallowed hard, continuing to pleasure him, her hand petting against his stomach. She set the candle down and pulled away after a long moment.

Balthier panted, his eyes still glazed and blank. "Gods..." He exhaled, laying there exposed, vulnerable and blind.

Fran crawled up his body to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, sharing his seed with him.

Balthier hummed slightly at the kiss, circling his tongue over hers, panting slightly into the kiss.

Fran purred softly against his lips. "You look divine, Hume."

"I would not know, I cannot see." He murmured breathlessly, tugging slightly at his wrists.

Fran smiled against his lips. "Mm. I think I like you this way."

"Oh? And why is that?" He purred, licking her lip lightly, blinking, despite having no sight.

"Because you are most delicious." She purred, nipping at his lip sharply.

With a slight hiss, Balthier tensed his left fist and yanked the cuffs, snapping one part of the chain. He chuckled, curling that arm around her, despite the blood where the metal had cut him. "You are a tease." He couldn't see her but he could feel her as he kissed her hard.

Fran returned the kiss, before sitting back on her knees, drawing that arm to her mouth to lick at the blood, her free hand unlocking the other cuff.

As soon as he had use of both hands, Balthier cast Blindna, blinking as his vision returned. He smiled at the sight of her face, pulling her in for another kiss.

Fran smiled soft, kissing her Hume lover passionately. He was covered in dried wax and claw marks. He looked like he had been in an intense battle, rather than sex.

Balthier felt that he'd been in an intense battle, his body ached pleasantly and he was mostly satisfied. "Mn... you have made rather a state of me, Viera."

"It seems I have. I apologise. Mayhaps a hot bath to sooth your injuries?"

"Do not apologise." He leaned to kiss her nose. "Though, a bath sounds most pleasurable." He replied.

Fran smiled and moved off of the bed. "Stay." She commanded, before moving to the en suite bathroom.

Balthier chuckled and watched her disappear before laying back on the bed, a hand running through his hair as he reached for the champagne bottle with the other, swigging it.

Fran turned on the water, pouring a bottle of scented, soothing oil into the tub, as well as some bubble bath. She moved to stand at the doorway, watching Balthier silently.

The pirate hadn't noticed her. In truth, his senses were dulled by the quite uncomfortable pains that were setting in. Laying still on the bed, he closed his eyes, continuing to ruffle his own hair, scraping his dampened scalp lightly with his nails.

Fran smiled. "Hume." She called softly, curling a single finger, beckoning him to her.

His eyes flickered open at the word and he looked to her, shifting himself to get up at her beckoning hand. He moved towards her, taking that hand and kissing it.

Fran purred softly, guiding Balthier into the bathroom.

Following her, he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her, kissing her shoulder.

Fran smiled more, walking with Balthier to the tub. She peeled herself out of his arms and moved to step into the hot water.

Balthier shifted to step into the bathtub, across from her, hissing slightly as the hot water tap scalded his shoulder. Without a word about it, he slipped his hands under the water and took her foot, massaging it.

Fran gave a soft purr. "Mm. It has been a long time since we relaxed like this, hm?"

"Indeed it has, I adore Krja but I love the chance to just relax in your company." He replied, smiling lightly as his hands worked.

Fran's toes twitched, her ears lowering in contentment. "I have missed you."

"Mm, and I you, love." He worked his thumbs into her foot, yawning softly. "I do hope Vaan is handling things with our daughter..."

Fran rolled her foot, resting her other leg over the edge of the tub. "He is a good babysitter. He will look after her."

With a nod, Balthier bent a knee up, smiling lightly. "I do think you have done a most perfect job of being seductive tonight, Fran."

"And not a Curaga spell in sight." She chuckled. "Until I treat those wounds, at least." She held her arms out to him, wanting to be in his embrace.

Balthier shifted forward, pulling the Viera close to him, kissing her cheek. "Mayhaps I shall keep these wounds. I rather like the story they tell."

Fran snuggled against him, feeling dried wax from his chest. "They may become infected if untreated."

"We shall treat them the natural way, without magicks nor potions." He kissed her head, petting her back and side lovingly.

Fran picked at the dried wax with a single claw, trailing tiny kisses along Balthier's jaw.

"Mn... you are certainly skilled with those claws..." He murmured, closing his eyes and smiling lightly in contentment.

Fran laughed quietly. "I would have killed you by now if I weren't."

"Most probably... but it is rather an alluring way to go..." He trailed his fingers lightly over her skin.

Fran laughed more, wriggling a little. "Foolish Hume."

Balthier chuckled lightly before settling more into the tub, a soft noise coming from him, his eyes tightening shut a little.

Fran shifted to lay against him. "Do not fall asleep and drown, Hume."

"You will rescue me, will you not?" He murmured, pulling her slightly closer.

"Mayhaps." Fran replied, kissing balthier's jaw lightly once more.

"Mm. If you do not, I say you marry Vaan in a few years. The boy will make a good replacement." He laughed softly.

"The boy may look up to you, but replacement he is not, nor does he wish to be." Fran murmured, thinking back to after Balthier had left.

"...he has said something?" He tilted his head, his eyes opening now.

Fran shook her head. "No, it is nothing. Either way, I shall not let you drown."

"Mm." With a slight shift, he reached for the soap, beginning to wash his chest, hissing slightly at the claw marks.

Fran took the soap from him and began to wash him tenderly and lovingly.

The pirate yawned, catching it with his hand over his mouth, petting his fingers through her hair as she washed him.

Fran watched him as she washed him. "You are tired. We shall sleep after we finish bathing?"

Balthier tilted his head slightly. "I will do whatever you wish. I may need to regain some energy, however." He smiled.

"We shall sleep." Fran confirmed, washing every inch of his body.

As soon as he was clean, he moved to wash her, kissing her cheek and neck gently as he did.

Fran purred soft, leaning against Balthier, wriggling a little as he washed her.

Balthier ensured all of her skin was cleaned and set the soap aside, holding her close.

Fran stole a kiss before wriggling away to climb out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself, before holding one up for Balthier to step into.

Balthier stepped out, wrapping himself in the towel and drying off a little before tying the towel around his waist.

Fran leaned over to steal a kiss. "Bed?"

Balthier nodded, kissing back lightly. Taking her hand, he led her back to the bed, lifting the soiled sheets to climb underneath, removing his towel first, and holding the sheets up for Fran.

Fran let her own towel drop into a heap on the floor before moving to climb into the bed, curling against Balthier's side.

Balthier's hands rested on her and he nuzzled her neck lightly, his eyes drifting shut. "Fran..." He murmured, pulling her close.

Fran petted Balthier's hair lightly. "Shh. Don't speak"

Balthier gave a slight nod and just rested against her, his eyes closed and his breathing steady.

Fran continued to pet Balthier's hair, threading her claws through those locks lovingly.

"Nn..." He shifted a little, huffing slightly before settling, beginning to drift asleep, a child-like expression upon his face.

Fran watched him, whispering oh so softly. "I love you, Balthier."