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FFX-2: Tingle
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Baralai touches him a lot. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_fantasies and pyre_flies.
"Are you alright?"
Baralai touched him a lot. It was accidental, he was sure, and absolutely infuriating, because he knew exactly how well Yevonites took to being thrown down and thoroughly ravished by Al Bhed of the same sex. Not at all well. As in, he wasn't sure it had ever happened, at least not with said Al Bhed coming out alive. It was rare enough to see people like Lord Braska and his Al Bhed wife.
"Fine," he muttered, and hissed as Baralai's fingers brushed over the cut on his cheek. "It's not nasty, just needs cleaning and healing. I can use an Al Bhed potion for that, does both at... what're you doing?"
Baralai pulled the Al Bhed potion out of Gippal's pocket. "This is an Al Bhed potion, right?"
"Yes, but..."
It was almost getting deliberate. Gippal sighed as Baralai put the cool potion on his fingers and gently smeared it over the cut. He could feel the magic of the potion working, soft tingles of healing, and he could also feel only too clearly the warm, tender touch of his teammate.
Baralai seemed to take an age in getting enough potion onto the cut to heal it.
"Do you have any other wounds?" he asked, softly, when he was done, the Al Bhed potion still on his fingers and the little bottle of it still half full. Gippal wasn't sure whether to say yes to make Baralai touch him more or no, so that Baralai would go and stop teasing him with his presence. When he hesitated, Baralai raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I guess you have. Let me see..."
Baralai brushed a hand down his side, feeling for tender spots, and Gippal bit his lip hard, unable to contain a soft noise. Baralai's fingers pressed down, finding a bruise that made him yelp. "That's hardly worth treating," he pointed out, tasting blood from his lip. "Just a bruise."
"What about your lip, then?"
Gippal mentally cursed the filthiest Al Bhed swear words he could think of, all in one long mash with something about Yevon needing a good assfuck somewhere in the middle. And cleared his throat and actually said, "Um, if you could put some Al Bhed potion on that, it'd be great."
Baralai smiled softly. He put more of the potion on his fingers and moved closer, close enough for Gippal to feel Baralai's bodyheat. For a Yevonite, wrapped up in all his robes, he was damn warm, Gippal thought, somewhat abstractedly. He'd always thought Yevonites would be cooller, somehow, than Al Bhed.
The potion tingled for a minute, sinking in and then, just before Baralai pulled away, daring, Gippal kissed his fingertips lightly.
The smile he recieved in response made his heart skip several beats.
Pairing: Gippal/Baralai
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Baralai touches him a lot. For
30_fantasies and pyre_flies."Are you alright?"
Baralai touched him a lot. It was accidental, he was sure, and absolutely infuriating, because he knew exactly how well Yevonites took to being thrown down and thoroughly ravished by Al Bhed of the same sex. Not at all well. As in, he wasn't sure it had ever happened, at least not with said Al Bhed coming out alive. It was rare enough to see people like Lord Braska and his Al Bhed wife.
"Fine," he muttered, and hissed as Baralai's fingers brushed over the cut on his cheek. "It's not nasty, just needs cleaning and healing. I can use an Al Bhed potion for that, does both at... what're you doing?"
Baralai pulled the Al Bhed potion out of Gippal's pocket. "This is an Al Bhed potion, right?"
"Yes, but..."
It was almost getting deliberate. Gippal sighed as Baralai put the cool potion on his fingers and gently smeared it over the cut. He could feel the magic of the potion working, soft tingles of healing, and he could also feel only too clearly the warm, tender touch of his teammate.
Baralai seemed to take an age in getting enough potion onto the cut to heal it.
"Do you have any other wounds?" he asked, softly, when he was done, the Al Bhed potion still on his fingers and the little bottle of it still half full. Gippal wasn't sure whether to say yes to make Baralai touch him more or no, so that Baralai would go and stop teasing him with his presence. When he hesitated, Baralai raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I guess you have. Let me see..."
Baralai brushed a hand down his side, feeling for tender spots, and Gippal bit his lip hard, unable to contain a soft noise. Baralai's fingers pressed down, finding a bruise that made him yelp. "That's hardly worth treating," he pointed out, tasting blood from his lip. "Just a bruise."
"What about your lip, then?"
Gippal mentally cursed the filthiest Al Bhed swear words he could think of, all in one long mash with something about Yevon needing a good assfuck somewhere in the middle. And cleared his throat and actually said, "Um, if you could put some Al Bhed potion on that, it'd be great."
Baralai smiled softly. He put more of the potion on his fingers and moved closer, close enough for Gippal to feel Baralai's bodyheat. For a Yevonite, wrapped up in all his robes, he was damn warm, Gippal thought, somewhat abstractedly. He'd always thought Yevonites would be cooller, somehow, than Al Bhed.
The potion tingled for a minute, sinking in and then, just before Baralai pulled away, daring, Gippal kissed his fingertips lightly.
The smile he recieved in response made his heart skip several beats.
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