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Title: Blind Touch
Fandom: FFVI
Pairing: Terra/Celes
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100
A/N: cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ff_yuri_drabble...awhile ago. XD
The tent is dark; Terra cannot see her hands in front of her. But she does not need sight here. Instinct guides her hands to Celes' body, the sensation of firm, warm breasts against her palms far sweeter than sight alone.
Night's blanket cannot muffle Celes' approving murmur, or dampen the heat that wells between Terra's legs as Celes parts Terra's thighs with steady hands. Terra's voice breaks over Celes' name when a warm tongue caresses the wet folds of her slit; Celes' laughter carries clear as bells in the evening quiet.
Morning breaks.
Terra waits for night to fall.
Title: Poison
Fandom: FFIX
Pairing: Beatrix/Garnet
Rating: G
Words: 400
A/N: have JUST finished this in a state of exhaustion. there are probably mistakes EVERYWHERE but i like to pretend i've been productive today. forff_yuri_drabble, once it's edited.
"General Beatrix!" Garnet's hand fluttered to her mouth in a flurry of agitation. "Has something happened to you?"
"I am fine, Princess."
"But - you're positively green, General!" Garnet reached out and grasped Beatrix's arm.
"There is no need for concern, Princess," Beatrix said coolly. "One of the Black Mages was careless during morning excercises, and miscast its Poison spell."
"Poison?" The princess peered into Beatrix's face with alarm. "Why have you not sought a healer?"
Beatrix shrugged. "I see no need for one. The spell is weak, a good meal and a night's rest will dispel its effects."
Garnet shook her head. "You would carry on all day like this? Beatrix, please let me heal you!" Her grip on Beatrix's arm tightened.
Beatrix tilted her head to the side, considering. A faint smile danced over her lips. "...If such is your wish, Majesty."
"Oh - " Garnet blinked; she hadn't thought Beatrix would relent so quickly. The princess took a deep breath; she was still new to White Magery, and though Antidot was a simple spell, she had yet to cast it outside the classroom.
Beatrix, a bemused smile still gracing her mouth, took Garnet's hand and placed it over her heart. The generous swell of Beatrix's breasts pressed against Garnet's palm, and she felt her cheeks grow hot, the words to her spell suddenly lost.
"You are still learning, yes? Curative spells are more effective if the caster touches her patient." Beatrix's tone was firm, to the point, and Garnet giggled nervously, wondering what had come over her.
"Ah, of course...thank you for reminding me." Garnet closed her eyes, whispering words of healing and wholeness. Warmth welled up inside her, flowing through her outstreched hands and into Beatrix's heart, burning away the toxins tainting her blood.
Garnet opened her eyes. The sickly green cast that had cast a pall over Beatrix's tanned flesh was gone. "How do you feel?"
"Excellent, Your Majesty. The most accomplished White Mages of the realm could not have done a better job." Beatrix bowed. "I am deeply honored to have received such care from you, Princess. Now, I must take my leave."
Garnet watched as the general departed. She rubbed her wrist, still feeling the beat of Beatrix's heart under her palm.
Later, Garnet remembered Beatrix was a far more accomplished mage than she, and could have healed herself easily had she wanted to.
Title: Blind Touch
Fandom: FFVI
Pairing: Terra/Celes
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100
A/N: cross-posted to
ff_yuri_drabble...awhile ago. XDThe tent is dark; Terra cannot see her hands in front of her. But she does not need sight here. Instinct guides her hands to Celes' body, the sensation of firm, warm breasts against her palms far sweeter than sight alone.
Night's blanket cannot muffle Celes' approving murmur, or dampen the heat that wells between Terra's legs as Celes parts Terra's thighs with steady hands. Terra's voice breaks over Celes' name when a warm tongue caresses the wet folds of her slit; Celes' laughter carries clear as bells in the evening quiet.
Morning breaks.
Terra waits for night to fall.
Title: Poison
Fandom: FFIX
Pairing: Beatrix/Garnet
Rating: G
Words: 400
A/N: have JUST finished this in a state of exhaustion. there are probably mistakes EVERYWHERE but i like to pretend i've been productive today. for
ff_yuri_drabble, once it's edited."General Beatrix!" Garnet's hand fluttered to her mouth in a flurry of agitation. "Has something happened to you?"
"I am fine, Princess."
"But - you're positively green, General!" Garnet reached out and grasped Beatrix's arm.
"There is no need for concern, Princess," Beatrix said coolly. "One of the Black Mages was careless during morning excercises, and miscast its Poison spell."
"Poison?" The princess peered into Beatrix's face with alarm. "Why have you not sought a healer?"
Beatrix shrugged. "I see no need for one. The spell is weak, a good meal and a night's rest will dispel its effects."
Garnet shook her head. "You would carry on all day like this? Beatrix, please let me heal you!" Her grip on Beatrix's arm tightened.
Beatrix tilted her head to the side, considering. A faint smile danced over her lips. "...If such is your wish, Majesty."
"Oh - " Garnet blinked; she hadn't thought Beatrix would relent so quickly. The princess took a deep breath; she was still new to White Magery, and though Antidot was a simple spell, she had yet to cast it outside the classroom.
Beatrix, a bemused smile still gracing her mouth, took Garnet's hand and placed it over her heart. The generous swell of Beatrix's breasts pressed against Garnet's palm, and she felt her cheeks grow hot, the words to her spell suddenly lost.
"You are still learning, yes? Curative spells are more effective if the caster touches her patient." Beatrix's tone was firm, to the point, and Garnet giggled nervously, wondering what had come over her.
"Ah, of course...thank you for reminding me." Garnet closed her eyes, whispering words of healing and wholeness. Warmth welled up inside her, flowing through her outstreched hands and into Beatrix's heart, burning away the toxins tainting her blood.
Garnet opened her eyes. The sickly green cast that had cast a pall over Beatrix's tanned flesh was gone. "How do you feel?"
"Excellent, Your Majesty. The most accomplished White Mages of the realm could not have done a better job." Beatrix bowed. "I am deeply honored to have received such care from you, Princess. Now, I must take my leave."
Garnet watched as the general departed. She rubbed her wrist, still feeling the beat of Beatrix's heart under her palm.
Later, Garnet remembered Beatrix was a far more accomplished mage than she, and could have healed herself easily had she wanted to.