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18 June 2009 @ 01:42 am
She Goes Without Saying... - Yuna/Lulu (FFX)  
Title: She Goes Without Saying...
Fandom: FFX
Pairing: Yuna/Lulu
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Silence
A/N: Please to be noting that Lulu's notion of "blasphemy" reflects Yevon brainwashing, not author's opinion. I couldn't figure out how to fit irony into 300 words.
 
  

Even in the Thunder Plains Inn, where rolling salvos of lightning never cease, Yuna is silent. No one will hear, but the skin of her belly still tenses whenever lavender lips draw a meek whimper from her.

Tonight's silence is more than girlish bashfulness, however. A crushing wall has fallen between old friends. Yuna won't explain why she means to marry a man of blatant ambitions. Lulu won't oppose the loveless union, despite misgivings. The mage's tongue is bound, accursed for letting devotion slip into heresy. She cannot confess her selfish, blasphemous wish against Spira's greater good.

For now, at least, Seymour must wait. Lulu will atone later.

The nightly ritual between guardian and summoner is delicate, refined. Light fingertips pay homage to moon-lily skin. Decorous kisses speak tenderness, not lust. No more than a knee gently rocking has ever come between Yuna's thighs.

But the straps binding Lulu's heart are coming unbuckled. The lightning outside taunts her with unbridled power. She molds Yuna's tingling body with authoritative strokes, coaxing limbs to loosen, knees to part. Her hands are electric. Some part of her seethes with fury as she dips her chin, inhales, and abandons restraint for ravishment.

Entwined with Lulu's braids, Yuna's fingers curl and uncurl in shock. The summoner makes no sound even now: not when she begins to tremble, hips rocking in mute plea, not when deft fingers replace tongue like thundaga chasing thundara, not even when Yuna arches, stills, and falls shuddering to the sheets.

Exulting, ashamed, afraid that she's frightened Yuna, Lulu rests her cheek on hip's pillow. Yuna tugs her hair, shyly demanding. Lulu takes a deep breath to remember, then scales the cot to gather the younger girl in a protective (possessive?) embrace.

The yearning kiss that awaits her is answer enough.
 
 
 
demoka: tornapartdemoka on June 18th, 2009 11:36 pm (UTC)
awwww. That's really touching and sad... So much in so little. Yes, even though Seymour has big cool hair, it does not mean he can just go and marry Yuna despite a lack of love

poor Lulu
Bat: chibi Shizuma/Nagisahamimifk on June 19th, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)
o___o I love this. ALOT. XD I'm such a sucker for good smut. *holds up a finger* I recant that - this was good, very tastefully done, smut. Which I love even more! ^^; I think that's because I'm not very good at being tasteful when I do smut (I think? I tend to be very PWP when I write smut). This is such a beautiful piece also. ^__^
m_aenea on June 20th, 2009 04:04 am (UTC)
oh, this is looovely. Yuna/Lulu is my favorite pairing from FFX :D

and it's so nice to read smut that has a purpose. ^^
The Lady Of The Forest: Rinoa Wingsaleriadeufania on June 21st, 2009 07:01 pm (UTC)
This is one of my favorite pairings! Well done, it was sexy and nostalgic.
Alex: Against an Armyredknightalex on June 26th, 2009 03:59 am (UTC)
I can't remember how I stumbled on this fic, and community, but I'm so glad I did! This is a wonderful drabble that speaks a lot more than the 300 words you wrote. It's beautiful, poetic, and tugs at the heart strings. Excellent job.

It's my first fic for Yuna/Lulu but I'll be looking for more, I never realized how great of a pairing the two would make.
dark_sot_coin on December 30th, 2009 09:43 am (UTC)
Stunned Once Again
I am so jealous . . .

This is brilliant, beautiful writing! It's poetry! Literary art! The kind of stuff I try, but fail, to write!

I could feel the emotion. It was short and sweet. I've only done one similar to this, and it still doesn't compare. The sheer power of the story is incredible! It keeps the character true to herself, even if only through thought and vague description.

The imagery and use of terms flows naturally. The sensations and actions, when described, are still powerful. And the last line . . this left me speechless for some time!