Elma and Lucil Ch. 01

I would have inquired exactly what it was she was right about but I couldn't seem to make my mouth move, lips still tingling from the contact with hers.

"How long have you wanted me?" She asked bluntly.

I felt my cheeks grow hot and looked away, caught completely off guard by the simple, coolly spoken question.

"Elma." I couldn't help but look back up at her, eyes drawn like magnets to her beautiful face and clear eyes. "How long?"

"Since I first saw you." I blurted and then bit my lip. I couldn't look away, much as I wanted to. So now she knew. I'd thought I'd done a good job of hiding it but ... maybe not.

"I see." Dammit, why did she have to be so calm and reserved now of all times?! Now that I knew... that I was right. There was something deeper. Something that she never showed to anyone. That... I desperately wanted her to show me.

She didn't say anything for several moments but began undoing the straps of her gauntlets, kneeling in silence until both were removed and tossed carelessly in the direction of our planted swords and the gauntlets I had dropped in our struggle.

"And, earlier?" Her fingers slipped through the rip in my shirt to trail lightly over the now smooth skin, where only a hint of a scar remained. Magic could heal a wound in a matter of minutes but if the wound was bad enough there would still be a scar. I couldn't help but shudder beneath her at the feather-light touch of her fingers on the sensitive skin. "That wasn't a groan of pain, was it?" I shook my head mutely as she leaned down close to my ear. Her hand disappeared through the rip, freely caressing bare skin beneath as she whispered in a tone that somehow remained very matter-of-fact. "It was a moan."

I answered in the affirmative with a second moan as her hand generously explored my sensitive side, a few fingers sliding teasingly under the waistband of my skirt before she pulled her hand away completely. She sat back once more and began unlacing her own blue leather chest plate, causing me to blink in surprise. "Lucil...?" I whispered quietly, letting out with the word the breath I'd been holding for several moments.

The plate joined her gauntlets in the sand before she replied. "Yes, Elma?"

"Do... Are... I..." My brain seemed to have ceased functioning. It was all still very surreal. This was actually happening. She had actually, was really...

She gave a low chuckle and reached out with one hand to lightly caress my hair. "Yes, I do. Yes, I am. And I know."

I just smiled widely and reached out to pull her into another passionate kiss. Even though she didn't resist, there was no mistaking that she was the one very much in control of this situation. I ran both hands freely through her hair, closing my eyes and giving in to her without hesitation. I felt her tongue brush my lips and parted them obediently, allowing another moan to make its way into the kiss as our tongues met and danced briefly. My eyes remained closed as she broke the kiss and sat back a little. I trusted her completely. Her hands made their way down my chest and I couldn't suppress a small shudder of anticipation as she fiddled with the bindings of my pink shirt. I propped myself up on one elbow when she finished with the lacings, helping her pull the garment off, leaving my upper body covered only by a light pink bra. She gave a small laugh and shook her head slightly at my choice of color in my attire, idly tracing the darker pink edging around to my back, where she unfastened this as well and tossed it away. I sat up a little more to kiss her again briefly before lying back down on the warm sand. Beneath her blue armor, Lucil wore an off-white long sleeve shirt, which she discarded easily. This left her wearing only her leg armor and a one piece outfit with a yellow and green pattern on it.

When she leaned down to kiss me again, my hands came up to rest on her shoulders, catching the straps of her remaining garment and pulling them off her shoulders. I felt her shudder as my hands caressed her now-bare shoulders and made their way down her back; only to answer her with a moan against her lips when she deliberately shifted her weight, grinding her knee between my legs. She pulled away only long enough to pull the straps off her arms completely then bent once more, licking my lips once to encourage me to part them before kissing me again, tongue sliding back inside my mouth.

I slowly ran both hands up and down her back, pushing the concealing cloth a little further down each time. Her left hand supporting the weight of her upper body, her free right hand traced its way down the line of my body until it came to my side, retracing the scar. I shuddered almost violently and thankfully she broke the kiss then, I was badly in need of air. With one final, swift kiss on my lips she began to make her way downwards, trailing a line of kisses along the line of my jaw and lingering for a long moment on my neck. I tilted my head back a bit, one hand tracing up from her back to thread through her beautiful red hair.

After another encouraging moan on my part, she continued downwards, the hand resting on my side trailing back up to cup my left breast. I gasped sharply and writhed a bit under her as she shifted further down to give my other breast the attention of her mouth, trailing kisses teasingly around my nipple in a teasing pattern before reaching her target. I moaned out her name when she seized it with her mouth and began sucking lightly, her right hand still assure my other breast didn't feel left out. I began writhing once more and whimpered slightly, unsure just how much more of her attentions I could take. She seemed to understand and resumed trailing her kisses downwards until she was stopped by the last of my clothing.

I'd never hated my armor more than I did at that moment. I fumbled with the straps for a moment before Lucil gently pushed my hands away did it herself with remarkable efficiency. Within a few moments the last obstacles in her path were scattered carelessly on the beach around us.

"Please..." I whispered, my eyes pleading as she moved to kneel once more, though between my legs this time. I spread my thighs wider for her, wanting needing her there. Her lips twitched in an indulgent smile as she rested one hand on each of my thighs, caressing them lightly as she moved closer. I whimpered again, my entire body becoming taunt in anticipation as I watched her lower her head. I cried out sharply at the first touch of her tongue and sat up a little, resting my weight on my left hand and threading my right through her hair. She didn't stop with a single touch, however and seemed to know exactly to turn her attention to elicit more cries from me. Soon I was panting her name over and over, my eyes shut tightly and my head thrown back. My eyes flew open; however when I felt one of her hands make its way along my thigh. When she slid two fingers inside of me without preamble it proved to be too much. I came screaming my new lover's name for the entire world to hear. Afterwards I slumped back down and I simply lay panting on the sand for several moments, blinking to clear my vision and simply enjoying the afterglow. After a moment I realized Lucil was no longer kneeling beside me but was busy removing her own remaining armor and clothing.

When she knelt, facing away from me, I realized that she wasn't expecting me to return the favor. I was a little surprised and a little hurt and also a little honored that she wasn't going to just take what she wanted from me. I scrambled to my knees and quickly made my way over behind her, sliding my arms around her waist. She turned her head around to look at me in surprise and then favored me with her small, heart stopping smile. I leaned around to kiss her lightly as my hands wandered freely over her chest. I didn't have much time to explore, however before I felt her left hand cover my right and guide it lower. I broke the kiss and smiled sheepishly. I wasn't the only one who needed release. With her hand resting on mine, guiding it to where she wanted it to be it didn't take very long to bring her to her climax, though she came silently. I was slightly disappointed, I was kind of hoping to hear her scream my name as well, but when she turned to me and whispered my name between panting breaths, I somehow got the feeling that was the closest that Lucil had ever come to screaming in her life.

Feeling in the mood for a little good natured revenge, I threw my arms around her shoulders and wrestled her to the ground. To my surprise she didn't resist. Having already firmly established her place on top, she seemed quite content to lie beneath me now. I stretched my arms over my head for a moment before stretching out across her and was delighted to find a perfect Elma-sized niche in her side. She wrapped one arm around my shoulders and I buried my face in her neck for a long moment.

"It's time to go back, Elma." She stated calmly. I blinked a moment and then remembered that I was stretched out naked on the Fiend Run beach with the Captain of the Chocobo Knights. I felt heat rush to my cheeks and rose swiftly, searching through the cloths strewn over the beach for my undergarments.

"I don't think we are going to break any speed records for the Fiend Run today." She somehow managed to say with a straight face. I couldn't help but laugh and steal one final kiss before helping her strap her armor back on.

"You're leaving in the morning, aren't you?" I asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

"Yes." She answered calmly, adjusting her gauntlets. "And my new lieutenant with me."

"Your new...?" I looked up sharply. "You don't mean... Me!?"

She nodded and handed me my bent breastplate.

I took it and glanced at the ground. "It's not because of...?"

She shook her head and rested one hand on my shoulder. "No, the decision was made over a week ago. That's the reason I came here actually. I wanted to test your skills to see if you had improved."

I shook my head and tried to ignore the other way my brain deciphered that statement. "So I passed the test?"

She nodded. "With flying colors. Welcome to the Chocobo Knights, Lieutenant Elma."

Somehow, I couldn't help but wonder if I had passed more than one test with flying colors as we made our way back up the beach towards the camp.