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FFXII: Courage
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: Balthier/Fran
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Hume habits and opportunities. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feywood and first_seventhe on my first kisses meme.
He was slightly drunk. She could smell it on his breath, though no doubt he thought he was concealing it well. And it was true that for a Hume he looked quite respectable: he was no more ruffled than usual, save that his hair had perhaps been mussed a little by the wind.
It was not, she thought, a bad look on him.
"You are back early," she said, and that was all. Even so, it was a Hume habit -- stating the obvious. She turned a little in her seat. "Is the Bhujerban Madhu not up to your standards this time?"
He shook his head. He seemed distracted. "No, no, not that."
"Then what?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I was indulging in a Hume habit I have tended to avoid in the past," he said, after a moment. He pulled out the chair beside her and sat down. She noted that he seemed to be looking at her face with more than his usual intensity, and that he seemed to be breathing a little faster.
"You were getting drunk, were you not?"
"No, not exactly." He stretched his legs out, looked down, looked back up. "I was drinking until I found the confidence to do something I very much want to do, without fear of rejection. Humes often do that, you know. Alcohol is supposed to lend courage."
"Have you found it so?"
"I thought I had," he said, sounding rueful. "But now I'm here, I'm not so sure."
She said nothing. She thought she had an idea of what it might be. Slowly, she reached up, putting her hand on his shoulder and encouraging him to turn a little. "Were you trying to find the courage to kiss me, perhaps?"
For a second, he seemed put out that she'd guessed. Then he raised an eyebrow. His heart, she noticed, was beating faster all of a sudden. "Perhaps I was."
"In which case, I would seem to be providing you with an opportunity to do so."
"You do seem to be, yes," he said, and there was a mocking edge in his voice -- self mockery, she knew. He moved closer. "Then I may -- "
"Yes, Balthier," she said, with far more vehemance than she'd intended.
That first kiss was a short one. The second was more lingering -- she could taste the Bhujerban Madhu in his mouth, and he'd tangled his fingers in her long hair and moved his chair closer before they drew apart.
He was going to say something. She knew he was; it was a Hume habit she hadn't quite picked up yet: filling silence with unnecessary words. She stayed them with another kiss.
Pairing: Balthier/Fran
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Hume habits and opportunities. For
feywood and first_seventhe on my first kisses meme.He was slightly drunk. She could smell it on his breath, though no doubt he thought he was concealing it well. And it was true that for a Hume he looked quite respectable: he was no more ruffled than usual, save that his hair had perhaps been mussed a little by the wind.
It was not, she thought, a bad look on him.
"You are back early," she said, and that was all. Even so, it was a Hume habit -- stating the obvious. She turned a little in her seat. "Is the Bhujerban Madhu not up to your standards this time?"
He shook his head. He seemed distracted. "No, no, not that."
"Then what?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I was indulging in a Hume habit I have tended to avoid in the past," he said, after a moment. He pulled out the chair beside her and sat down. She noted that he seemed to be looking at her face with more than his usual intensity, and that he seemed to be breathing a little faster.
"You were getting drunk, were you not?"
"No, not exactly." He stretched his legs out, looked down, looked back up. "I was drinking until I found the confidence to do something I very much want to do, without fear of rejection. Humes often do that, you know. Alcohol is supposed to lend courage."
"Have you found it so?"
"I thought I had," he said, sounding rueful. "But now I'm here, I'm not so sure."
She said nothing. She thought she had an idea of what it might be. Slowly, she reached up, putting her hand on his shoulder and encouraging him to turn a little. "Were you trying to find the courage to kiss me, perhaps?"
For a second, he seemed put out that she'd guessed. Then he raised an eyebrow. His heart, she noticed, was beating faster all of a sudden. "Perhaps I was."
"In which case, I would seem to be providing you with an opportunity to do so."
"You do seem to be, yes," he said, and there was a mocking edge in his voice -- self mockery, she knew. He moved closer. "Then I may -- "
"Yes, Balthier," she said, with far more vehemance than she'd intended.
That first kiss was a short one. The second was more lingering -- she could taste the Bhujerban Madhu in his mouth, and he'd tangled his fingers in her long hair and moved his chair closer before they drew apart.
He was going to say something. She knew he was; it was a Hume habit she hadn't quite picked up yet: filling silence with unnecessary words. She stayed them with another kiss.
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