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Who: Balthier & Fran
When: After Balthier goes Cold Turkey
Where: The Strahl
What: Talking and making up
Rating: NC-17



Balthier was seated in the bedroom, laying on his back with the sheets covering his naked waist and a cup of tea in his hand as he read a newspaper, his glasses on his face as the early morning sunshine shone in through the sky light. He was sober, feeling a lot better, and tried not to wake Fran while he read his paper.

Fran shifted in an uneasy sleep, fingers clawing at the sheet a little, groaning slightly.

The pirate set his tea aside and rested the paper on his knees, leaning to pet her ear, kissing her head lovingly.

Tears rolled down her cheeks from beneath shut eyelids. She writhed a little, leaning into Balthier more.

Balthier gave her a gentle shake, kissing her head again. "Fran... wake up, love..." He murmured softly.

Fran blinked her eyes open, letting out a pained sound. She looked up at him, curling into his side more.

Balthier furrowed his brow and pulled her head to his lap, hugging her in an awkward way that he made comfortable. "What is wrong, love?"

Fran shook her head and nuzzled against him. "It is nothing, love. A bad dream. It has passed."

Balthier stroked his fingers through her hair, nuzzling her ear gently. "What was it, hm?" He nudged her cheek with his nose.

Fran smiled up at him, her tears still damp against her cheeks. "I do not remember, love."

Balthier brushed away her tears, wriggling a little down the bed to be face to face with her, still wearing his glasses. "I love you." He mumbled, smiling and resting a hand on her side.

Fran smiled a little, trailing her finger along his cheek. "And I, you, love." She replied, leaning in to kiss his nose.

Balthier brushed his hand through her hair, smiling lightly. "I know I've been the worst recently, but I'm changing, Fran. I am trying..."

Fran toyed with his necklace. "I know, love. I am proud of you for trying. Just... do not change too much, hm?"

"Oh? Why is that?" He smiled as she toyed at his necklace, feeling her fingers brushing his neck lightly as she did so.

"Because I still wish you to be that pirate I fell in love with all those years ago." Fran replied, closing her eyes.

Balthier kissed her forehead. "He was a slut and a drunk. Would you still wish that?" He muttered, frowning slightly.

"The drinking I can handle, as long as I am by his side. But there was more to him than that. He had his good points too."

"His charm, I suppose?" He nuzzled her nose a little. "Look at me, love, I wish to see your pretty eyes."

Fran fixed her gaze on his. "His charm, his humour, his sense of adventure, his smile."

At her words, that smile appeared without him meaning to let it. He gave a light laugh, leaning to kiss her gently. "You've the charm, love. Not I."

Fran petted a thumb lightly over that smile. "We both know that is not true, love."

Balthier gave a soft laugh. "Oh, but it is, Fran. You are the only person who can take the sophisticated, suave pirate in me and make him act like a lovestruck teenager."

Fran continued to pet Balthier's lips. "And you are the only person who can take the ice cold warrior within me and melt her heart."

Balthier laughed quietly, shifting closer and nuzzling her neck. "Gods, here he comes, that pathetic teen." He mumbled, laughing rather childishly as he buried his face.

Fran smiled soft, stroking his hair gently. "I always did adore that child. A child so full of dreams and hope and adventure."

"A far cry from the man I am now, hm? So jaded and bitter to the world." He sighed lightly, closing his eyes.

Fran continued to pet his hair. "There are times I still see that boy. That mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Those days are rarer now, but I cherish them."

Balthier wriggled back to look at her face. "Fran... help me be who I was... I want to have that sense of hope and adventure. I am tired of nightmares."

"What is it I can do to help you, love?" Her eyes held a sad longing. She cupped his face oh so gently. "I do not know what it is I should do, if I hold you too close I fear I shall suffocate you, yet if I do not hold tight enough I fear I shall push you further away from me."

Balthier pouted a little, rubbing at one eye. "Mayhaps we should tear ourselves away from Gaia for some time. I've no desire to be weighted by the trials and tribulations she forces upon us." He sighed a little. "I wish to be as we were. Pirates of Legend, rather than this shaking mess I've dragged us down to be."

"And where would we go, love? We cannot simply run from our troubles. Gaia needs us." She replied, leaning in to kiss his nose.

"No, Gaia needs heroes. At what point in time did we become such?" He shifted to sit up, running a hand through his hair. "When we were alongside the princess? No, we were there for treasure. Even with her on her throne, she has done naught to lower our bounty." He huffed a little. "In fact, I did a little research. Since those times with those four, our bounty has no less than tripled."

Fran shifted to rest on her elbow. "You have always been a hero. Pirate you may be, but you risk your life to protect those around you without a second thought." Her free hand tapped against her hip. "As for our bounty, there is little wonder with the crimes we commit, love."

Balthier sighed slightly. "What was the last true crime we committed, Viera? The theft of spheres from Zanarkand. Not a soul around to witness it, and not a word against us for it."

"We are notorious criminals. No doubt those crimes with no suspects are pinned against our names, love."

"Yet, we actually do very little these days." He yawned a little, flopping back. "Fran, we've become the heroes... we were the anti-heroes. The pirates who'd easily drink with you as cut your throat. I blame Squall for how boring we are." He chuckled lightly.

Fran gave him a gentle smile. "But would you truly change anything about the time you have spent with the young commander?"

"...yes, I would." He looked to Fran. "I would rather I hadn't hurt you." He shifted to sit up, kissing her cheek. "I've an idea. Get washed, get dressed and meet me in the cockpit." He shifted out of bed, pulling on some boxers and heading out the room.

Fran blinked at Balthier, watching him leave the room, before shuffling out of bed, giving a stretch and a yawn, moving to the bathroom. She washed and returned to the bedroom, slipping into some underwear and one of Balthier's longer shirts, fastening a wide belt around her waist to create a dress. She moved to the cockpit, leaning against the doorframe.

Balthier was seated in the captain's chair with his legs crossed, leaning on the buttonless part of the console with the map beneath him. He had a quill in hand and his brow was furrowed as he marked things on the map.

Fran walked over to him, sitting in her own seat. "What are you doing, love?" She asked, tying her hair up into a ponytail.

"Setting a course." He held the map up to her, the quill between his teeth as he spoke. "Each of these places have an inn, a hotel or a bar where rooms are rented." He handed the map over and placed the quill down. "We shall strike each one down."

Fran glanced at the map before giving Balthier a questioning gaze. "Do explain further, love."

"Well, with your feminine wiles and my own suave attraction, we can lure pretty much anyone, Hume or no, into bed." He crossed his feet on the console, folding his arms over his chest. "I say we lure those of obvious higher wage brackets to the privacy of the upper floor and rob them for all they're worth."

A wicked smile tugged at the corner of Fran's lips. "Now, that sounds like a plan worthy of the Balthier I love and adore." She replied, handing the map back to him.

Balthier smirked and tossed the map aside. "Well, you do understand this means you shall be... seducing people you may certainly not be attracted to, correct?"

"Oh, a skill I am most good at." Fran purred, teasing, her hands threading through her hair. "Though, mayhaps I am a little over-dressed?"

Balthier smirked, shifting to stand and sliding his hands over her sides. "Perhaps your armour is fine for this, Fran... less you've something else in mind?"

Fran laid her hands on top of his, guiding one between her legs. "You are a hot blooded Hume male, tell me what it is that drives you wild in lust?"

Balthier bit his lower lip, his fingers teasing against her clit and her hot opening instinctively. "The thought of you, writhing and moaning in pleasure under my touch." He murmured, his eyes on hers.

Fran let out a soft gasp, resting her hand on his uninjured shoulder. "Ah~ that does little to solve the wardrobe issue." She moaned, her own eyes fluttering shut.

"I care not. You should not put my hands in places that drag my mind away from your attire." He muttered, guiding her back to the wall and rocking against her as his fingers worked their way inside.

Fran let out a soft moan, resting her head back against the wall, lifting a leg to rest her knee at his waist.

Balthier slid his tongue along her neck, biting a little. "You realise I've no protection on me and I've no desire of restraining myself."

Fran rolled her head to one side. "Well that seems to be a little bit of a problem, love." She purred, but made no real attempt to move.

"Mm... I also know if I were to enter you unprotected I would not pull out before I came." He muttered. After a moment, he slipped his fingers free, grasping her hand and dragging her along to the bedroom.

Fran gave a lusted chuckle as she was dragged. "You do realise that we still have not picked out an outfit for our... adventure?" She purred.

"Gods, fine, I'll choose you an outfit!" He pouted like a horny teenager being made to wait, soon choosing an outfit from the wardrobe. He chose a set of black Vieran clothes that were both sexy and easy for her to make a run in. "Here!"

Fran laughed and shifted to lay on the bed. "Very good, now... where were we?"

Balthier set the clothes aside and fixed himself between her legs, unfastening her belt and removing the shirt she had on. "I believe I was in the process of making love to you, until your womanly urges for clothing kicked in." He teased, rocking against her hot sex.

"Oh? Making love, was it?" Fran teased through her moans, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And I thought you were about to throw me down and ravage me until I scream your name."

Balthier grasped her wrists and pulled them from around his neck, slamming her arms down hard to the bed, rocking harder against her body. "Well, if you'd rather that, I am more than willing to put out."

Fran's lips parted in a heated moan, her head rolling back against the pillows. "Ngh~ I am yours to take as you wish."

He released her hands and squirmed down her body, instantly letting his tongue delve deep inside her, his nose brushing her clit.

Fran's hips gave a sudden jerk, her heels digging into the bed. "Oh Gods~" She moaned.

Balthier thrust his tongue in and out of her, fingers coming to tease and toy with her clit as he free hand slid beneath, thumbing the base of her tail.

That damned Vieran tail twitched and jerked under Balthier's assault, her whimpered moans growing louder. "Ah... so good!!" Fran moaned, arching her back more.

Balthier swapped his tongue for his fingers, gently sliding two inside and curling them to tease the inside of her while his tongue attacked her clit. His other hand continued abusing her tail, and a smirk would've been on his face if he didn't have something better to do with his mouth.

Fran bucked her hips more, her brows knitting as she mewled louder. She was dripping wet, her skin sheened with sweat. "Gods~ fuck me, love!"

Balthier lifted his head a little. "Patience. I shall make you come repeatedly, I've no desire to take yet." He smirked before going down on her again, his tongue writhing against her clit as he sucked and nibbled lightly.

Fran clawed and gripped at the bed sheets, her head thrashing side to side in pleasure. Her entire body trembled and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She screamed out his name, throwing her head back as she came hard.

Balthier was relentless, however, as he let her have all but two seconds of rest, kissing her thigh affectionately before swapping again, his tongue dipping into her slit while his fingers worked on her clitoris once again.

Fran whimpered and mewled, writhing beneath Balthier's assault. "Gods~ so good, I want you, Balthier, hurry and fuck me, love!"

Balthier chuckled, biting at her thigh to reprimand her a little. "I have told you. Have patience." He nipped her clit a little before sucking it, his fingers toying around the outside of her opening.

Fran grabbed a handful of Balthier's hair, tugging his head up to look at her, her gaze fixed on his with lust and need. "Get up here and fuck me senseless, Hume."

Balthier gave a wicked smirk crawling up her and reaching into the bedside drawer. However, instead of grasping a condom, he took a pair of handcuffs and used his swift skill to chain her to the bed, soon taking hold of a strip of leather to doubly bind her arms. "Now. Do not dare give orders to your captain, Viera." He raised a neat eyebrow, soon shifting down to go down on her again.

Fran blinked and squeaked in surprised, flexing her fingers and tugging at the restraints. She wriggled and writhed beneath him, arching her hips to meet his mouth.

Balthier began to tire of the act, soon retreating from her and going to the wardrobe. "Fran... there are a lot things you don't know about my sexual endeavours." He muttered, reaching under the wardrobe and pulling out a box, bringing it to the bed and pulling the lid off to reveal a variety of sex toys. He slipped out an average sized vibrator, leaning in to kiss her as he switched it on, running it over her nipples. "I shan't do anything to hurt you."

Fran flushed bright, giving a slight nervous swallow. She nodded once, watching the vibrator, gasping a little as it teased her nipples, causing them to harden more. "I... I trust you."

"I am glad." He kissed her more before slipping the vibrator in his mouth to slick it, lowering it between her legs and moving it against her clit. "Tell me how it feels."

Fran's hips jerk at the sudden stimulation against her clit. Her brows furrowed and she writhed, panting hard. The sensation almost too much. "Ah~" She managed to gasp out, rolling her hips a little.

"Well? How is it?" His tone was soothing but seductive, all the more accentuated by his smooth, Archadian voice. He dipped his head, gently teasing his tongue over her nipple, petting her ear lightly.

"Ngh~ so good." Fran purred, rolling her hips, slicking the toy with her wetness, trying to get the pirate to push it inside her.

"Oh? What is this? The stoic Viera wants a Hume pirate to fuck her with a sex toy?" He smirked wickedly, rocking the vibrator against her opening.

Fran tugged at the restraints, her eyes shut. "Ngh~ do not tease, Hume." She whimpered, pressing her feet into the bed to push her hips up, taking that vibrator inside her.

Balthier pressed it deep inside her, thrusting it in and out, smirking as he kissed and licked over her swollen breasts.

Fran gasped and mewled, bucking her hips to fuck herself with that toy, arching to Balthier's mouth.

The pirate's free hand massaged one of her breasts lightly while his mouth worked on the other, at the same time as he thrust the toy, fucking her with it. It wasn't as large as his own length, purely for the fact that he didn't want to hurt her on her first experience with sex toys.

Fran let out another loud cry of pleasure, hitting her second orgasm, her juices soaking the toy and Balthier's hand. She panted hard, her chest heaving as she came down from her orgasmic high.

The Leading Man slid the toy out, casting it aside on the sheets. "Oh, Fran... I'm envious... a toy made you come..." He pouted playfully, rocking against her, though he still wore his boxers.

Fran still panted breathlessly, rocking her hips against him. "Gods~ you torture me, love." She purred. Her voice oozing lust, her sex swollen and dripping.

"Only in the sweetest of ways, my dear." He murmured, stroking his hands over the outsides of her thighs, grasping them as he moved against her, pressing his hardness against her body, proving just how much he enjoyed seeing her like this.

Fran gave a gasp of pure pleasure, bucking her hips against him as though those boxers were not a barrier between them.

Balthier pressed his hands to the sheets, above her shoulders, looking down at her with a smirk. "Tell me what it is you wish for." The sunlight from above gave the pirate an iridescent glow.

Fran leaned up as far as possible in her current bound state, to kiss him hard. "Either show me another trick from your magic box or fuck me."

Balthier returned the hard kiss, biting her lip a little. "I've a good few tricks to show you, but we've all the time in Gaia." He slipped his boxers off and reached to the drawer, retrieving a condom and slipping it on, smiling at her. "You want me, Fran?"

Fran gave a firm nod, licking at her bottom lip slightly. "Steal me, pirate." She all but begged, rolling her hips invitingly.

Balthier gave a low moan of pleasure to her rolling hips. "Mnn... beg me. Beg for me to fuck you, Fran..." He purred, his hands stroking her thighs.

"Fuck me." She purred, rolling her hips again. "Fuck me until I scream, Balthier... fuck me~"

"Mmm... no. It isn't working..." He chuckled lustily, rocking a little against her. "Say something like... 'fuck me, Balthier, King of the Skies, fuck me, I beg you!'"

Fran gave him a playful glare. "How about 'fuck me before I shred you to death with these toe claws'?" She teased, nudging his side with her foot.

Balthier grasped her ankles, kissing one and giving a playful nip. "Now what, hm?" He rocked against her more. "Are you not aching for me yet, Fran?"

"Almost as much as you ache for me, love." Fran replied, rolling her hips, feeling his length twitch against her.

He bit his lip, hissing slightly in pleasure, his eyes closing. "Gods... you know me too well..." He released her ankles, giving in and sliding his length deep inside her, moaning low as it twitched and throbbed inside her body.

Fran let out a low growl of pleasure, a feral sound from deep in her throat, her eyes fluttering shut. "Gods~ fuck me, Balthier, King of Skies, fuck me until I cannot walk."

Balthier growled in reply, biting into her neck rather viciously as he began thrusting hard, deep and intense into her, his length instantly pressing for that sweet spot inside every girl.

Fran squealed in pleasure, bucking her hips to meet Balthier's thrusts, locking her legs around his waist.

His fingers curled tight into the sheets, his hips thrusting hard against her, his eyes darkened with an innate passion he hid deep inside most of the time. "Nghh... Fran... Gods..."

Fran forced her eyes open to lock her gaze on Balthier's, her lips parted as she panted hard, moaning loud. Her skin was soaked with sweat, her hair sticking to her back as she moved with him.

His face was flushed with an adolescent lust and his lower lip bled as he bit hard into it, his muscles flexed and tensing and twitching all over him as he moved inside her.

Fran kept her eyes on his, rolling her hips more. She leaned up to kiss him, swiping her tongue over that blood, purring. "Come for me, love."

"Come with me..." He replied in a low moan, his skin coated in sweat as he leaned down for a kiss, an oddly tender one considering their rough, hard sex.

Fran returned the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth for a breif moment before pulling back from the kiss to cry out in pleasure. Her eyes snapped shut, her body writhing beneath his. She wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, giving a firm tug at the restraints, snapping the handcuffs and leather from it's place on the headboard as she came hard.

Balthier gave a growl of pleasure, burying himself deep inside as he thrust into her, coming hard inside the condom. His eyes were shut tight as he cried out, his knuckles white from his grip to the sheets, his brow furrowed. "Ngh..." After a moment, he settled down on her, nuzzling her neck and cheek affectionately as he panted softly.

Fran tried to catch her breath, wrapping her arms around Balthier's neck, the broken remains of metal and leather still attached to her wrists. "Mm. That was incredible, love."

Balthier yawned softly, purring like a contented kitten against her. "Mm... it was. I've missed it." He murmured, wriggling against her a little. For all his cockiness and bravado, he really was just a child with a need for belonging.

Fran stroked her claws along his spine lightly. "I do believe that is what one would call being thoroughly fucked." She purred, nuzzling him with her head. "Now... these cuffs? They can be removed from my wrists now, yes?"

Balthier laughed lightly, pulling out of her and shifting to sit up, taking her hands and removing the cuffs each in turn. "We are to pirate or sleep?" He asked, shifting to nuzzle her neck again.

Fran gave a soft purr. "I do not mind. Both options are equally as tempting." She smiled softly at him. "What else is in your box?"

Balthier wriggled down and pulled the box onto the bed, reaching over her to pull out different things. "A whip, a pair of blindfolds... a ball-gag... mm... various vibrators... one thing I've never used... a paddle for spanking... and sex beads." He replied, lifting each thing out then replacing it, aside from that one thing he'd never used.

Fran shifted onto her knees, examining the items in turn, a light blush on her cheeks. "It seems you've a secret side to you, love. I can't help but feel a little... inadequate and inexperienced looking at all of these..."

Balthier shook his head slightly, leaning into her side. "Inadequacy is foolish. I've not used any of these since being with you. Aside from one vibrator, though we shan't speak on that." He kissed her cheek softly. "As for inexperience, I will teach you, Fran."

Fran rose an eyebrow. "No, no... I believe we should speak on this. I wish to hear more, Hume."

Balthier laughed and tried to hide the blush on his face. "A simple time of self-serving. Nothing too interesting." He murmured, brushing aside the leather belts of a strap-on harness and pulling out the ball-gag, smirking at her.

Fran gave his face a gentle push with her palm, reaching across him to take the strap-on harness, holding it in her hands, head tiling as she examined it.

"Now, that was a prank gift from Jules when he heard I'd taken up partnership with a Viera." He shook his head slightly. "Never used, never planning on it."

Fran shifted off the bed, despite the gentle ache between her legs at Balthier's servicing. She fiddled with the straps until they were all in place, fastening them.

Balthier blushed, scrunching his nose up. "Yes, well... as I said. Never planning on it." He took his boxers and slipped them back on, chewing his lower lip.

Fran trailed her fingers over each of the straps. "You blush, love." She stated, smiling at him.

"You talk too much." He mumbled, pouting like a child and blushing even brighter at her words.

Fran wriggled out of the straps and dropped the item into Balthier's lap, taking the ball-gag from him, giving him a lusted look before fixing it in place on herself.

Balthier laughed lightly, setting the harness in the box and resting on one hand, tilting his head. "There. What a pleasant addition." He teased.

Fran shot him a mock glare and knelt on the bed, reaching up to free her sweat-damp hair from it's ponytail.

Balthier reached in, removing the gag and kissing her softly. "I do not wish for your silence." He murmured, setting the gag aside and pulling her atop him as he lay back.

Fran returned the kiss, looking down at him. "Why... why have you never spoke of this box of toys?" She asked, giving her hips a playful roll.

"Mn... mayhaps for several reasons." He curled an arm under his head. "Before we were more than just partners, my sex life was my business. I had no reason nor need to tell you." He gave a slight sound as he stretched a little. "Since then, I wondered upon what you'd think me if you knew."

"So you kept quiet rather than take a risk and ask me... So why now? What changed your mind today?" Fran asked, giving his nipples a gentle flick.

The pirate made a slight mewl to his nipples being touched, unable to hide just how sensitive they were. "...Carpe diem." He replied, smiling up at her. "Sieze the day. I have spent so long holding back... I refuse to any longer. In any aspect of life."

Fran smiled at him more, moving her hands to toy with his belly bar. "Sieze the day." She repeated, both calmed and unnerved by such words.

Balthier smiled back, letting out soft moans to her teasing. "Mm... gods, if you keep teasing I will become very submissive..." He mumbled.

Fran wriggled down Balthier's body, dipping her head to lick and nudge his length.

The pirate couldn't help the whimper that escaped him, a tremble going through his body as he lightly grasped her tall, majestic ear.

Fran gave a wicked purr, licking and lapping at him with her tongue, lifting her gaze to look at him.

"Nhh... Fran..." He whimpered out her name, his eyes closing and his length hardening to its fullest, throbbing and straining against her tongue.

Fran curled her clawed fingers around the waistband of Balthier's boxers, slashing them off of him in one fluid motion, tossing the torn material aside, before taking the head of the man's length into her mouth.

Balthier moaned loudly, almost a surprised sound as he arched his hips up, urging her to take more in, desperate for it as his hands buried themselves in her hair.

Fran took as much of Balthier in as she could, until he hit the back of her mouth, causing her to gag slightly.

Balthier swallowed hard, restraining himself from choking the woman, knowing she wasn't as used to it as Squall seemed to have been.

Fran bobbed her head, trying to fight against her natural gag reflexes, wanting to pleasure Balthier as much as he had pleasured her.

The pirate's eyes flickered open, though they were glazed. "Nh... do not force yourself..." he murmured, moaning openly. "It is incredible..."

Fran pulled back enough to tease the head of his cock with her tongue, flicking it against the slit, before taking him in as far as she could once more.

Balthier hissed slightly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he closed them, a loud moan coming from him. "Gods... ngh..."

With each bob of her head, Fran flicked her tongue against him, almost like a snake. She purred soft around him, one hand comng to toy with his belly bar.

The Leading Man, now as mess of moans and quivers, trembled under her touch, panting and moaning weakly. "Fran... nghh... close..."

Fran continued to bob her head, humming around Balthier's length. She gave that belly bar another flick.

His eyes closed tightly and his face flushed bright as he let out a low moan, coming in her mouth and whimpering slightly afterwards, shaking lightly as he came down from his natural high.

Fran swallowed down Balthier's seed, sucking him dry before pulling back, wriggling back up the bed until she was head to head with him.

Balthier let out a low breath, making a silly sound with a laugh as he wriggled to curl into her, blushing as he nuzzled her neck.

"You taste good." Fran teased, stroking his hair a little. She let out a soft sound of contentment.

"Fran~! Don't say such things!" He whined, laughing as he wriggled against her, nuzzling her more affectionately.

"It is only the truth." She replied, a smile dancing on her lips as her eyes drifted shut.

He nipped her neck once, placing a kiss there a moment later. "Sleep, you. We have a lot of work ahead of us." He murmured.

"Mm. And you have truly worn me out." The Viera replied, wrapping both arms around Balthier.

Balthier smiled, nuzzling his nose against hers. "I love you, Fran." He mumbled, soon drifting to sleep in her grasp.

Fran smiled and held him closer, allowing herself to drift to sleep.