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[May 12, 2008][Final Fantasy Tactics] Rubdown
Title: Rubdown
Day/Theme: May 12, 2008 "He was running out of road, he was running out of breath"
Series: Final Fantasy Tactics
Character/Pairing: Ramza/Rapha
Rating: PG-13
The swollen bomb stretched further and further, its eyes bulging and skin stretching. Rapha held her arms protectively over her face as the creature's swelling surface reached the breaking point. She closed her eyes, almost shaking with anticipation for the coming explosion.
Blam! The blast rang in her ears and she was splattered with dark, thick oil. "Ah, yuck!" She lowered her mucky arms and shook them hard in an attempt to throw off the smelly stuff. It was largely a worthless effort. Rapha's white clothes were stained a deep, brownish black and the oil dripped slowly from her limbs. At least she had managed to protect her face from more than the smallest spattering of the oil.
Ramza was equally oil-blackened, though there was a better chance that the mess had not ruined his armor as it had her clothes. "Rapha? Are you hurt?"
"I don't believe so," she smiled a little, glad to receive his attention. "Only dirty."
"Then, please," he said gallantly, drawing a large white handkerchief, "Allow me to help clean you up."
"Oh, well, if you insist," Rapha answered politely, secretly pleased with the special treatment he was lavishing on her.
Ramza drew nearer and rubbed the soft fabric over her bare arm. It did a fair job of cleaning her skin, but more noticeable than that was the tingling of excitement that ran down her spine. Even without feeling the actual touch of his skin on hers, she was enjoying the stroking of his hand. He slid the handkerchief back over her shoulder and under her arm to brush past the sleeve of her shirt and touch the side of her breast.
Rapha blushed at the gentle touch as he continued to caress the tender skin, softly brushing up and down. Rapha gasped, a small, shocked intake of breath with the unexpected thrill his tactile questing gave her. "R-Ramza, perhaps we should go somewhere more private," Rapha suggested breathily, "And I could rub you down as well."
"I would like that very much," Ramza replied quietly, his voice also tense with emotion. With an arm around Rapha's slick shoulders, he hurried her around to a place whey they would have some privacy.
Day/Theme: May 12, 2008 "He was running out of road, he was running out of breath"
Series: Final Fantasy Tactics
Character/Pairing: Ramza/Rapha
Rating: PG-13
The swollen bomb stretched further and further, its eyes bulging and skin stretching. Rapha held her arms protectively over her face as the creature's swelling surface reached the breaking point. She closed her eyes, almost shaking with anticipation for the coming explosion.
Blam! The blast rang in her ears and she was splattered with dark, thick oil. "Ah, yuck!" She lowered her mucky arms and shook them hard in an attempt to throw off the smelly stuff. It was largely a worthless effort. Rapha's white clothes were stained a deep, brownish black and the oil dripped slowly from her limbs. At least she had managed to protect her face from more than the smallest spattering of the oil.
Ramza was equally oil-blackened, though there was a better chance that the mess had not ruined his armor as it had her clothes. "Rapha? Are you hurt?"
"I don't believe so," she smiled a little, glad to receive his attention. "Only dirty."
"Then, please," he said gallantly, drawing a large white handkerchief, "Allow me to help clean you up."
"Oh, well, if you insist," Rapha answered politely, secretly pleased with the special treatment he was lavishing on her.
Ramza drew nearer and rubbed the soft fabric over her bare arm. It did a fair job of cleaning her skin, but more noticeable than that was the tingling of excitement that ran down her spine. Even without feeling the actual touch of his skin on hers, she was enjoying the stroking of his hand. He slid the handkerchief back over her shoulder and under her arm to brush past the sleeve of her shirt and touch the side of her breast.
Rapha blushed at the gentle touch as he continued to caress the tender skin, softly brushing up and down. Rapha gasped, a small, shocked intake of breath with the unexpected thrill his tactile questing gave her. "R-Ramza, perhaps we should go somewhere more private," Rapha suggested breathily, "And I could rub you down as well."
"I would like that very much," Ramza replied quietly, his voice also tense with emotion. With an arm around Rapha's slick shoulders, he hurried her around to a place whey they would have some privacy.