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Who: Fran & Basch
When: While Balthier is with Squall
Where: The Sandsea, Rabanastre
What: Talking and getting drunk
Rating: NC-17



Basch was seated at a table, his hands filled with a drink and a quill as he scratched out a letter to some of his fellow Judges. He'd been all around Rabanastre and was relaxing with a drink after reminiscing all day long.

Fran had left Krja in Vaan and Penelo's care whilst Balthier was 'tended to' by Squall. She stepped into the Sandsea, instantly moving to the bar, ordering a bottle of their strongest spirit.

Basch hadn't looked up from his paper, sipping his drink as he wrote. He was wearing his red vest and cream shorts, though he obviously hadn't shaved and his facial hair was as it always was now.

Fran paid for the bottle and turned to look around, seeing who was in. She picked Basch out of the crowd and made her way over. "May I sit?"

Fran's voice shook him from his thoughts and he looked up at her, smiling slightly. "Of course." He stood and pulled her chair out for her, reseating himself as she sat.

Fran smiled and seated herself. "Thank you." She looked tired and almost sad as she opened the bottle, taking a swig of the alcohol, hissing at the burn.

Basch frowned a little at the look she held. "Something troubles you?" He tilted his head, setting his writing away in his pocket.

Fran shook her head. "I am fine." She gave a nod at Basch's pocket. "I distrupt you?" She asked.

Basch shook his head, too. "Just a note, nothing important." He muttered, crossing his arms on the table. "Where is your boy?"

"Balthier?" Fran asked, tilting her head. "He is on the Strahl. He is otherwise... engaged."

"...you have left him with the boy he affairs with?" He tilted his head in a slight mimic, sipping his drink.

Fran shifted her gaze away, taking another swig from the bottle.

"I have no pity nor sympathy, Fran. You let him get away with things." He murmured, downing the rest of his drink and ordering another.

"I did not ask for either your pity or sympathy." The Viera replied, downing a good half of the bottle.

"Good." He took the bottle from her and swigged it, coughing slightly afterwards. "You've taste far stronger than mine, as always."

Fran took the bottle back, emptying it with another swig, calling for another on to be brought over. "It tastes foul."

"Then why drink it? No doubt it would be better to drink something you enjoy..." He murmured, watching her as she called for another.

"The burn of alcohol is most welcome." Fran replied, running a hand through her hair.

Basch scoffed slightly. "Of course. Alcohol fixes everything." He muttered, nodding once to the barmaid as she set down their drinks.

"Alcohol fixes nothing. I know this fact well." She murmured, her eyes locked ont he new bottle.

"Then why bother?" He sipped his drink, drumming calloused fingers on the table, watching her face.

"Habit, I suppose." Fran said, shifting a little in her seat.

Basch shook his head. "His habit, not yours." He muttered, sighing slightly.

"I have been drinking more years than he has been alive..."

Basch gave a chuckle, smiling at her. "Ah, of course. You are three times his age, yet just as much a child."

"I suppose that is true..." Fran rested her elbows on the table, resting her chin on top of her hands.

Basch smiled, downing his drink again. "Tell me. Why Balthier? Honestly, if the man causes such pain, why him?"

"Because I love him." Fran stated simply.

"Love is not meant to hurt, Fran." He replied, looking at her seriously.

"Love is to take the bad with the good, is it not?" The Viera asked, taking another drink.

"Love is to be devoted to one person, not knowingly hurt the one you do love." He replied, taking a swig from her bottle.

"Then mayhaps he does not love me the way I love him." She murmured.

"Mayhaps you love him in a way he does not yet grasp. We both must remember, he is young. Not a child yet not truly an adult."

Fran gave a nod. "And it seems as though he shall never see true adulthood."

"We will find him a cure, Fran. What is it he always says? The Leading Man never dies." He murmured.

"I shall continue to search, yet my faith crumbles with each passing day. I must stay strong for him and the children, but it is hard."

"Faith is the thing we always question at such times. Gods forbid, if he is to die, no time will ever truly prepare you for his passing."

Fran's ears drooped, pressing flat against her head. "Let us talk of happier things..."

Basch gave a smile, reaching out to pet her flat ears. "It has been many years since I saw these ears this floppy." He teased.

Those ears twitched and flicked a little. "The damned things..." She huffed, flicking them with a claw, shaking her head a little to try and get them to stand upright.

Basch reached out and held the tips of them each, standing them straight before letting go, chuckling as they drooped again. "Temper, temper, Fran."

The Viera shook her head again. "You tease me, Captain." She huffed, a slight pout on her lips.

"Only in the sense of affection, Fran. I would never mean ill by it." He smiled, swigging her bottle of spirit.

"For a man who does not much like my spirit, you have drunk much of it." She teased.

"It has a taste that grows on you." He muttered, inspecting the bottle, smiling slightly, running a hand through his short hair.

Fran smiled softly, getting up from her seat, making her way over to the bar to order a bottle of sweet nectar wine, returning moments later with the bottle and two glasses.

Basch chuckled slightly. "You should let me pay for all this. It is the gentlemanly thing to do..." He muttered.

"I will not hear of it." Fran replied, filling the glasses, sliding one across the table to Basch.

The Captain laughed and sipped the wine, humming low at the taste. "Mn... finest drink in all Ivalice." He murmured.

Fran took a sip from her own glass. "It is much better." She purred, swiping her tongue over her lips.

Basch watched her, swallowing hard and fixing his suddenly dry mouth with a long gulp of the wine she'd gotten.

Fran reached back and untied her hair, letting it fall loose, before taking another sip of her wine. "Have you visited our dear Queen yet?"

"Not yet. I hear she has a male guest. I shall not intrude upon that." He muttered, looking into his own glass with a slight frown.

Fran watched Basch, running finger along the rim of her glass. "You love her." She stated, rather than asked.

"Heh... perhaps. Once, at least. Years have passed, she is no longer that young girl. Besides, I am much too old for her. She is twenty now; I thirty eight. It is not right."

Fran rose an eyebrow. "Then the age gap between Balthier and I must truly disgust you..."

Basch shook his head slightly. "It is not the same. You are Viera, you are in actuality, the same age as he."

"Mayhaps. Yet I am still far older than him. I have seen the world change." She took another mouthful of her drink. "My time in this world has taught me but one thing. If you want something... take it, hold onto it with both hands and never let go. Do not wait for it, or it may be too late."

Basch smiled slightly. "My affection for her is different now. Love of a friend, nothing more." He chuckled softly. "I have little plans for romance now."

"There is no one special in your heart?" Fran asked, crossing her legs at the knee, sipping her wine.

Basch scoffed slightly. "There are many special in my heart. None of whom I'd dare make a move upon." He muttered, downing his glass.

Fran instantly refilled Basch's glass, as well as her own. "Oh? For example?"

"Vaan, Penelo, Ashelia, Balthier... you." He listed, swallowing his full glass of wine down, frowning slightly.

Fran once more refilled his glass, smiling softly at him. "Is that so?" She asked, taking a sip of her own drink.

"It is. You five, aside from Larsa of course, are dearest to me. Nothing shall change that." He murmured.

"And you are dear to me." Fran replied, downing her glass.

Basch glanced away, his face flushed from both the wine and her words. Silently, he emptied his glass yet again, well and truly sotted now.

Fran downed the rest of the spirit before finishing off the wine. It had been awhile since she had had a heavy drinking session and she felt rather buzzed.

The Hume chuckled, resting his stubbly chin on his hand. "You are wasted on him." He slurred, smiling at her.

Fran clicked her fingers, the barmaid instantly brining another bottle of the wine. "You only see that bad parts. There is more to him than the slut and the drunk."

"Certainly. The thief, the liar, the kidnapper..." He shook his head slightly, frowning at his empty glass.

Fran refilled his glass again, as well as her own. "The lover, the friend, the father, the pilot."

Basch took a swig and shook his head again. "The hedonist, the narcissist, the murderer."

"The partner, the protector, the warrior." Fran responded, drinking more.

"The self-server, the addict, the abuser." He retorted, clearing his glass once again.

Fran refilled his glass again, emptying her own. "The Leading Man, the hero, the pirate."

Basch quirked his eyebrow a little. "The terrorist, the rapist, the violator, the Archadian, the monster."

Fran leaned across the table, slapping Basch across the face, though she didn't allow her claws to cut him. "You cross the line, Captain. Rapist he is not."

Basch hissed slightly to the slap, looking at her with a frown. "So says you. Yet I heard what happened with he and Larsa."

"The boy may be young but he knew what he was doing and what he wanted. He used Balthier's drunkness and lust for sex against him to get his own way, and when Balthier would not love him he ran to Vayne."

Basch frowned, glancing down. "My apologies. I knew not. Larsa can be painfully manipulative when he sets his mind on something. Just as his brother before him..."

Fran scrunched up her nose. "I apologise for raising my hand to you. It is a rather sensitive subject. One that almost cost Balthier his life."

"I heard he was to be hung, though I did not expect him to be caught." He mumbled, rubbing idly as his face.

"He was caught and sent to the gallows. He was hung. In front of a large crowd..."

"He... was hung? Truly? Then how does he survive to this day?" He frowned slightly.

"A well placed arrow from a stolen bow." Fran replied, refilling and emptying her glass quickly.

Basch downed his glass and shook his head a little. "Disgusting. To hang a man in this age..."

"I was to be next." Fran tapped her claws against the table.

Basch sighed heavily. "It seems we've gotten to yet another solemn subject..." He grunted in his gruff voice.

"So it would seem. I believe this requires more wine!" Fran purred, clicking her fingers again.

Basch gave a slight groan. "No, no more. I will be on my back in mere minutes..."

Fran gave a laugh. "Is that a promise?" She purred, teasing.

Basch blushed, glancing away. "You are a woman spoken for. You should not be teasing."

Fran laughed more, drinking from the bottle of wine as it was brought over.

"Your laugh is as infectious as it always was..." he chuckled, taking the bottle and swigging it.

Fran leaned across the table, pressing a claw to Basch's lips. "My laugh is nothing special."

The Hume swiped his tongue over her finger, smirking at her. "It is beautiful, as is the rest of you."

"The alcohol clouds your judgement." Fran purred, downing the rest of the bottle, shifting to stand, a little uneasy on her feet. "I shall retire for the evening. It was pleasant to see you, Captain."

"A wise idea. I should return to my room while I can." He stood, shaking a little, too. "Allow me to walk you home?"

Fran smiled and held out her hand to him, moving towards the doorway. She stepped outside, and as soon as the evening air hit her, so did the alcohol, causing her step to falter.

Basch shook his head slightly. "No... you shall have a room here, tonight. You are in no state to get home." He began to lead her back in, his eyes glazed from the booze.

Fran used Basch and the wall for support, pulling away from him to sit, resting her head between her knees. "I shall be fine..."

Basch rolled his eyes. "Come. Upstairs, now. You are in no state to do anything." He tugged her up, taking her to the stairs.

Fran allowed Basch to led her, feeling most drunk now. She leaned against him, almost as a dead weight in her current state.

Basch gave a sigh as he walked her up the stairs, guiding her along to his room. He was just as drunk but hid it well, considering his nature. As he led her along, the Judge opened the door and took her to the room, sitting her on the bed.

Fran curled into Basch's side, resting her head on his shoulder, giving a drunk laugh. "Whatever will people say..."

"That the usually stoic Viera has gone mad." He murmured, smiling at her as he curled an arm around her shoulders.

The Viera nudged Basch's cheek with her nose. "Mm. I lost my sanity long ago." She all but purred.

"No doubt it was eight years passed?" He muttered, looking at her with a slight smile on his lips.

"That sounds about right." Fran replied, a soft smile on her lips, her eyes glazed from the alcohol.

"Foolish woman." He reached a hand out, brushing fingers over the long hair that curled at the side of her face.

"Mayhaps." Fran purred, smiling at Basch. "Yet I'd do it all over again."

Basch chuckled; his eyes locked on Fran's crimson ones as he toyed lazily with her hair.

Fran gazed into Basch's eyes for a long moment, her smile remaining on her lips. "You have... pretty eyes."

The captain gave a slight laugh, his eyes mostly glazed from the alcohol. "Yours are far prettier." He muttered, leaning in slightly.

Fran made no attempt to move away or move closer. "Mine are the colour of blood." She whispered, touching Basch's cheek lightly.

Basch smiled softly. "The colour of power." He murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, his hands settling on her waist and in her hair.

Fran swallowed hard, returning the kiss, oh so softly.

The man instantly pulled away, his hands coming to cover his face. "Gods... my apologies, Fran. The alcohol has impaired my thoughts..."

"Do not apologise." Fran purred, laying back against the bed, one arm folded behind her head, the other laid over her stomach, her eyes locked on Basch.

Basch rested a hand on the bed, the other side of her, leaning down slightly with a frown. "You do not realise you tempt me so... unless that is just your plan."

"Plans are over-rated." Fran murmured, not breaking eye contact with the man.

Basch chuckled and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers before trailing light kisses down her neck. "Mn... you are such a wicked woman..."

Fran purred softly, rolling her head to one side, exposing more of her neck. "And you have a wicked mouth, Captain."

"Mm, I cannot offer you what a hedonist pirate offers. I am but a humble man born of Landis." He murmured, his hands trailing to her waist.

Fran leaned up, blowing lightly across Basch's ear. "And what is it you can offer me, Basch?" She whispered.

The man looked up at her, smiling slightly. "Some of the sweet romance you deserve yet are not receiving." He muttered, situating himself between her legs, rocking gently once.

Fran flushed, her head clouded with alcohol and a hazy lust. She let out a soft moan. "he... ah~ he can be romantic sometimes..."

"No doubt he can. He is the Sky Pirate Balthier. Yet, with his heart and body so openly shared, he cannot focus on you." He murmured, rocking again.

Against her better judgement, Fran found herself parting her legs further for Basch, rocking back against him slightly.

Basch leaned down, kissing her neck gently as he did, rocking gently and continually against her. He was certainly less skilled than the pirate, but he was gentler.

Fran let out a whispered purr, shifting to rest her knee against his side, opening herself up more to him.

Basch moaned slightly and nudged against her hidden sex, his hand slipping around to unfasten her bodice, his mouth still teasing her neck.

Fran gave a soft moan, pressing her heeled shoes into the bed to arch up a little.

Basch bit lightly at her neck, his fingers slipping her bodice down a little as his other hand stroked over her breast, teasing the nipple lightly.

Fran moaned louder. "Gods~ It feels so good." She purred, arching more.

Basch sucked lightly at her neck, leaving a slight mark as he moved against her. "Mn... you are so beautiful." He muttered.

"You are blinded by alcohol." Fran purred, running her claws down his arms lightly.

Basch gave a discomforted hiss to her claws, jerking his arms away. "Sharp..." He muttered, his gaze falling.

"I apologise." Fran purred, watching Basch. "I shall keep them away." She murmured, rolling her hips once.

Basch gave a slight nod, rocking his hips against her, his face a little flushed from both alcohol and her body beneath his.

Fran worked her hands down to begin unfastening Basch's shorts, all the while rocking her hips.

The captain blushed brightly as her hands worked, stroking his fingers over her breasts. "They are sore?" He muttered, his voice full of care.

"A little. Not as much as they were." Fran replied, flushing bright. She freed him from the confines of his shorts, stroking him. How those claws managed to stay out of the way, only a Viera will ever know.

Basch smiled slightly but as she began stroking him, he blushed with a slight moan. He knew he was not as lengthy as Balthier though he had a bigger girth. Many days spent bathing in lakes with Balthier and Vaan, conversations about penis size arose repeatedly.

Fran brushed her thumb over the head of Basch's penis as she continued to stroke him, leaning to kiss along his jaw, giving a slight laugh at the sensation of unshaved skin on her lips.

"Something amusing, Fran?" He muttered, ghosting his hand down to rock it against her sex, even though it was still very much covered by her clothing.

Fran's reply was lost in a firm moan. She continued to stroke him, arching into his touch. "Gods~"

Basch's fingers were unsteady; less confident than Balthier's. Gently he nudged aside her clothing, teasing a finger against her before slipping it carefully inside.

The Viera gasped, biting down on her bottom lip to silence herself, brows furrowing a little as she rolled her hips.

Basch eased his finger inside, teasing a little as he thrust it slowly. "Does it hurt?" He tilted his head slightly.

"N-no... It feels good." Fran replied, rolling her hips more, taking that finger in deeper.

Basch let a second finger join it, thrusting and curling them together, wiggling them inside her.

Fran continued to stroke him, writhing on the bed beneath him. "Oh Gods~ so good."

Basch panted softly, his length aching and twitching, His muscles tensed and flexed under his vest.

The Viera gave another stroke, arching her hips off the bed. "I want you." She purred.

"Nh... I have no contraception." He muttered, his fingers thrusting hard in and out of her, his eyes on her face.

"Ngh~ You didn't think to mention this fact before?" Fran huffed, rolling her hips more, stroking him firmer. "I suggest you ask in the bar or we simply do it without."

"Ngh... I cannot tear myself away... and what would they think to hear me ask for such a thing after seeing us retire to this room?" He murmured, rocking his hips against her hand.

Fran gave him another stroke, purring soft. "Then hurry and do me." She whispered, rolling her hips.

Basch gave a slight nod, slipping himself inside her, moaning low at the feel of her tight and hot sex around him. "Gods..."

Fran gasped, feeling herself being stretched a little to accommodate Basch's size. She panted softly. "Be gentle with me."

"Always, Fran." He murmured, giving slow, gentle rocks of his hips, pressing his lips to hers as he stroked her nipple with his thumb.

Fran moaned against his mouth, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.

"Mn..." He rocked his hips, rolling them slow to let her gradually get used to him. His hand slid along her thigh and his other teased at her breast while he dipped his head to nibble and lick at her other nipple.

"Oh Gods~ Basch. You feel so good." She purred, writhing and rolling her hips to meet his.

The captain gave a low moan, slowly picking up his pace, kissing all over each of her breasts in turn, his hand slipping down to tease her clit.

Fran's body gave a jerk, she groaned in pleasure, resting her hands on his shoulders, moaning his name softly.

The Hume moaned softly, leaning on one arm as his other hand worked her clitoris. He looked up at her face as he thrust into her, his eyes glazed.

Fran's eyes fluttered shut, her head resting back on the pillow. She was wet, but not as wet as Balthier made her. She mewled softly, rolling her hips more. "Gods~"

Basch moved harder, his climax nearing, though he would make sure she was satisfied first. His thrusts were never going to be as deep as her lover's but he rocked his hips, moaning low.

Fran leaned in to kiss him firmly, swiping her tongue against his lips, tasting the nectar on them. "Close~" She whispered against his lips.

Basch thurst more, his eyes closing as he did, his breath ragged against her mouth. "Mn..." He wasn't very vocal when it came to sex, not the kind of man to talk through it.

Fran rolled her hips more, lowering her hands to grip the bedsheets to shop her clawing Basch's shoulders to pieces as she cried out in pleasure, as her orgasm hit.

Basch moaned as she tightened through her orgasm, his body tensing as he came, just unable to pull out of her as he did.

Fran flopped back against the bed, panting hard as she did. Realisation soon hitting her, despite her orgasmic haze. "Gods..." She murmured, laying her arm across her eyes.

Basch pulled out, fastening up his shorts and sitting on the bed, running a hand through his hair as he looked away from her.

"I apologise..." Fran murmured, readjusting her clothing, before sitting up a little.

"No... it is I who should apologise..." He muttered, covering his eyes and rubbing at his brow a little.

Fran leaned over to kiss his cheek softly. "Do not. I shall not hear of it. It was nice."

Basch frowned a little, glancing towards the door. "I pray Balthier makes it quick when he kills me..."

"He shall not kill you. I shall shoulder the blame. It is I who made the move. It is I who got us both drunk."

Basch shook his head slightly. "I made the move, Fran. I shall take whatever blame is mine. It is spiteful to lie to him."

"Mayhaps we should sleep. In the morning we shall face what lies ahead..."

"You sleep in the bed. I shall go and rent another room." He muttered, standing up and heading for the door.

"Do not be foolish. I shall not force you from your bed. Come. Sleep." Fran replied.

Basch shook his head. "I cannot. It is one thing to have drunken sex. To have unprotected, drunken sex with your dearest friend's lover, whom is also a dear friend, then to sleep in the same bed... it is unforgivable."

"Then you take the bed." Fran replied, getting to her feet. "I shall sleep somewhere else. I am a big girl I shall survive."

Basch shook his head and left the room, leaving the key inside for her to use. At that, he headed downstairs and bought a new room, going back up to that one instead.

Fran sighed and went to wash herself, before curling up on the bed, letting a drunken sleep claim her.