|Maella Abbey (maella_abbey) wrote,|
@ 2008-03-14 00:26:00
|Entry tags:||2008:march, character:angelo, character:eight, character:jessica, community:ides_of_march, dragon quest viii, length:100-500 words, pairing:eight/jessica/angelo|
[Fic] The Open Wind, Eight/Jessica/Angelo
Title: The Open Wind
Fandom: Dragon Quest VIII
Rating: Not Worksafe
Word Count: 389
Written For: ides_of_march(Prompt 5: Air)
Summary: Flying is arousing.
The form of the godbird shimmered and vanished, dropping them neatly to the ground. Jessica laughed, cheeks flushed from the exhilaration of flight, and Eight grinned like a fool, even when Yangus gave him a slap on the back which looked like it should have dislocated a shoulder. Angelo looked from Eight to Jessica and felt the rush in his blood turn to need and want.
Yangus, thank the Goddess, was loud enough to hold everyone's attention when they stepped through the gates into Empycchu, and perceptive enough that when Angelo caught his eye he grinned and winked, and embellished his tale of the World of Darkness that little bit more. Angelo smiled at the supple bodies pressed against him and deftly wove past, pulling Jessica against his side, retrieving Eight from amidst his own circle of admirers. He led them toward the chieftain's hut, then pulled them aside, into a gap between one of the smaller buildings and the hills which sheltered the village.
No finesse once they were out of sight, just his hands on Jessica's breasts and her hands on his belt, Eight pushing up her skirt and making her moan softly before he ever pushed inside her. Angelo steadied her; she took him in her mouth, rocking forward a bit with each of Eight's thrusts, and Angelo curved his fingers over her sides to trace the fullness of her breasts, holding himself still by pure force of will.
It was over too soon, Eight jerking and stiffening, his hands flexing in the fabric he'd bunched above Jessica's hips. Jessica took Angelo deeper, the vibration of her smothered moans undoing him. Angelo sank back against the wall supporting him, pulling Jessica upright; he could taste himself on her lips, and guess, from the soft sounds she continued to make, precisely what Eight was doing with his hands.
After, they stood pressed together for long minutes while their breathing steadied, wrapped in each other's arms.
"You know," Eight said, his voice muffled by the way his cheek was pressed against Jessica's neck, "if we react this way every time we fly, we're never going to defeat Rhapthorne."
Angelo bent his head, trailing kisses from Eight's skin to Jessica's, his hands caressing them both. "Then I suppose we'll just have to get it out of our systems now."