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FFX-2: Drawn
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Slipping from friendship into one seducing the other. To read other parts of the story, please find the timeline here.
Baralai wasn't sure quite when friendship with Gippal slipped into one attempting to seduce the other. He certainly noticed it more in the later days of the training but never could pinpoint the moment when Gippal had first looked at him with more than friendship, couldn't find a moment in his memory to which he could attach the decision to act on his attraction.
It was when they were bathing together that things really went beyond Baralai's control, though. That frightened him a little at first because he hated things he couldn't control, liked to know exactly what card to play to make things go his way.
Neither of them was actually trying to seduce the other, that day. It just happened that way. They stripped off quickly, hurrying into the water, because the day was warm and the water was cool and lovely on bodies that badly needed the wash. Baralai ducked his head under, slicking back his hair to get it out of the way, surfacing to find Gippal staring at him.
He had to stare back, their gazes meeting as if drawn.
Gippal broke the contact as if embarrassed and quickly dived underwater to get himself fully wet as well. Baralai bit his lip, a little annoyed that the Al Bhed wasn't responding to his attentions as much as he'd liked (forget that he'd been reluctant, himself, to get into a relationship for someone not of his own race and religion).
And after that, they seemed to consciously avoid each other's eyes.
Gippal came up to Baralai, but only later, when they were both dressed and cool and collected, while Baralai sat on watch for the others as a sentry. Gippal couldn't sleep, Baralai could see that in the restless brightness of his eye.
"I'm sorry. About earlier, I mean. I think I made you..."
"Uncomfortable? Sort of."
"I was going to do something, I chickened out," the Al Bhed said, with an air of confessing some guilty little secret.
"What do you mean?"
"I've been trying to get close to you for weeks," Gippal admitted, and though he didn't look a bit ashamed, Baralai felt drawn to him, felt drawn to take Gippal's hand with his own, finding it shaking slightly.
"I know," he said, and wanted to add that he'd been trying to do exactly the same.
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Slipping from friendship into one seducing the other. To read other parts of the story, please find the timeline here.
Baralai wasn't sure quite when friendship with Gippal slipped into one attempting to seduce the other. He certainly noticed it more in the later days of the training but never could pinpoint the moment when Gippal had first looked at him with more than friendship, couldn't find a moment in his memory to which he could attach the decision to act on his attraction.
It was when they were bathing together that things really went beyond Baralai's control, though. That frightened him a little at first because he hated things he couldn't control, liked to know exactly what card to play to make things go his way.
Neither of them was actually trying to seduce the other, that day. It just happened that way. They stripped off quickly, hurrying into the water, because the day was warm and the water was cool and lovely on bodies that badly needed the wash. Baralai ducked his head under, slicking back his hair to get it out of the way, surfacing to find Gippal staring at him.
He had to stare back, their gazes meeting as if drawn.
Gippal broke the contact as if embarrassed and quickly dived underwater to get himself fully wet as well. Baralai bit his lip, a little annoyed that the Al Bhed wasn't responding to his attentions as much as he'd liked (forget that he'd been reluctant, himself, to get into a relationship for someone not of his own race and religion).
And after that, they seemed to consciously avoid each other's eyes.
Gippal came up to Baralai, but only later, when they were both dressed and cool and collected, while Baralai sat on watch for the others as a sentry. Gippal couldn't sleep, Baralai could see that in the restless brightness of his eye.
"I'm sorry. About earlier, I mean. I think I made you..."
"Uncomfortable? Sort of."
"I was going to do something, I chickened out," the Al Bhed said, with an air of confessing some guilty little secret.
"What do you mean?"
"I've been trying to get close to you for weeks," Gippal admitted, and though he didn't look a bit ashamed, Baralai felt drawn to him, felt drawn to take Gippal's hand with his own, finding it shaking slightly.
"I know," he said, and wanted to add that he'd been trying to do exactly the same.