FIC Arrangements Part 10
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jessara40k_ljTitle: Arrangements chapter 10
Series: Final Fantasy VII AU (Cetra Restoration AU, linked here)
Pairing: Brangwen/Cloud, Brangwen/Elena, Sephiroth/Tseng
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If they were mine Aeris and Zack would still be alive, and not just running around in the Lifestream spying on Cloud. Since Aeris and Zack said goodbye to Cloud at the end of AC and disappeared into the Lifestream I guess they aren't mine.
Warnings: AU
Frustration and humiliation battled for dominance inside Brangwen as Cloud walked away from her. She should have known better, should have realised that all that mattered to Cloud was that she had a functioning womb, but she’d hoped otherwise, that he could desire her for herself. Even though he’d waited until she was fertile to consummate their espousal she’d still hoped it wouldn’t just be about producing heirs, that he’d want to have fun with her, but his total lack of arousal and response to anything she’d tried had made it abundantly, humiliatingly, clear that her hope was in vain. At least he’d left through the harem, hiding her failure to consummate their marriage and how little he cared for her.
She blinked, dashing the tears she hadn’t let herself notice before from her eyes, and stood to follow him, to look for Elena. She’d restrained herself until now, resisted the temptation to command Elena’s attentions, or to make advances to Cloud herself - it wasn’t appropriate for a commoner to start things with any noble, let alone one of the Planet’s Chosen, even if she was his spouse. And she’d wanted Elena to come to her, if she had the spirit for it, that or to share the mariatha with her and seduce her that way. But she needed the reassurance Elena could offer, that she was desirable, and that it wasn’t a chore to bed her.
“Brangwen?” Elena wasn’t in bed yet, but she wasn’t fully dressed either. And Brangwen was pleased to see that despite her surprise Elena greeted her with a smile.
“Elena, come here, please.”
The other woman obeyed without question, hesitating when she reached Brangwen before pressing up against her and wrapping her arms around her waist. “I thought Cloud was visiting you tonight, Sephiroth said something about not being alone when he came for Tseng, and it’s been nearly a week since you married him.”
“He was.” Brangwen only realised her hand had tightened in Elena’s hair when she made a small sound of pain, and she immediately let go, moving to stroke that hand down the woman’s back instead. “He left. You didn’t see him come through here?”
“I decided to work a bit on my gem carving after Sephiroth collected Tseng, and the gear for that’s here.” Elena pushed back a bit, and Brangwen let her go, wondering if Elena would only be with her because she had to, if she was just a lot better at hiding her reluctance than Cloud was. “We might be more comfortable on my bed. It’s warm enough, but I’d rather sit down to talk, or if it isn’t talking that’s on your mind I’d prefer our first time in a bed.”
Brangwen laughed then, from relief as well as amusement and let her go, allowing Elena to lead her to bed by the hand. “I guess you’re right.
“You do want me then, want to have sex with me and you find me attractive?” She didn’t like how needy she sounded, but the question was out before she could stop it.
“Yes.” Elena didn’t look as if she was going to say anything further, but that simple answer wasn’t enough to make Brangwen feel better, so she pressed a bit further, in a way she never would have pushed a fellow warrior.
“Why, what is it about me that you find attractive, that appeals to you?”
“Do you know how beautiful your eyes are, with that golden glow to them?” It had to be a rhetorical question, any answer would seem egotistical or self-serving, but no one had ever described her odd yellow eyes as beautiful before, and Brangwen knew she was blushing at the compliment. “And I like it that you’re just a little bit taller than I am, just the height to make kissing comfortable. I like your muscles, the way they show how dedicated you are to improving yourself and maintaining your condition. You’ve been kind to me, given me space to adjust to the idea of being with you, and you didn’t have to. And the most attractive thing about you is how well you dance the mariatha with me.”
“I’m not that good.” She wasn’t, but she’d felt a connection with Elena from the first time she’d seen her dance, and that more than anything had been why she’d agreed to become Cloud’s spouse, the hope that the connection might run both ways.
“Do you really believe that? You’re better than anyone I’ve danced with outside the training halls, and it feels, I don’t know, more real when I dance with you than it ever has before. I can predict your movements better than I can with any other partner, you seem to predict my movements in a way no one else has, and it doesn’t make sense, because I’ve only danced with you twice.”
“If you were warrior caste you’d know what that meant. You’d have been taught all the legends about pairs who can dance that way.” At least if she’d had a proper upbringing she would have, and finally Brangwen could believe she’d found the soul who completed her own. She kissed Elena then, slow, reverent, and pushed her down onto the bed, one hand resting on her shoulder, the other moving from where it had supported her back to rest on Elena’s hip. “If I was any sort of noble I wouldn’t be doing this, not now.” Knowing how much she mattered to Elena, that Elena had responded to their mariatha as she had, would have had to be enough for her. “Not unless you refused to be my consort outright.”
“Consort? But we’re not...”
“In love? No. But not all nobles choose their consorts because of that. Some do it as a political thing, to get an alliance with another caste, and sometimes, despite that saying, it’s just lust. Rowan’s a bit of a romantic, probably because her family are all commoners, and Cloud’s relationship with Sephiroth’s the stuff of legends, but it isn’t always like that.” Her hands had been running over Elena’s upper body as she spoke, and now she slid one hand under the waistband of her loose silk trousers while the other moved to unfasten that lacy bra. “Do you need more foreplay?”
“Ah, yes...please.” Her knee came up as she responded, between Brangwen’s legs, in just the right position for her to press herself against that firm silk-clad thigh. Elena giggled and kept her leg in place, always pressing up against Brangwen’s groin, as she moved, kissing her breasts and stroking her sides before moving back up to focus on her neck, kissing at the base of her throat while ghosting feather light touches from just behind her ear to the nape of her neck while Brangwen’s other hand petted Elena’s belly. Still, that leg was the only way Elena was returning Brangwen’s attentions, and she didn’t want that.
“You’re allowed to touch me back you know.”
“I wasn’t sure.” There was something almost hurt in Elena’s eyes, and Brangwen pulled back a bit, waiting to see if she’d say anything else.
“Of course you are.” She decided to make it a bit of a joke, even though it was also the truth. “How else can I know that you want me?”
“Oh, Brangwen!” Elena reached up, pulling Brangwen’s head down to hers and kissing her full on the lips.
Series: Final Fantasy VII AU (Cetra Restoration AU, linked here)
Pairing: Brangwen/Cloud, Brangwen/Elena, Sephiroth/Tseng
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If they were mine Aeris and Zack would still be alive, and not just running around in the Lifestream spying on Cloud. Since Aeris and Zack said goodbye to Cloud at the end of AC and disappeared into the Lifestream I guess they aren't mine.
Warnings: AU
Frustration and humiliation battled for dominance inside Brangwen as Cloud walked away from her. She should have known better, should have realised that all that mattered to Cloud was that she had a functioning womb, but she’d hoped otherwise, that he could desire her for herself. Even though he’d waited until she was fertile to consummate their espousal she’d still hoped it wouldn’t just be about producing heirs, that he’d want to have fun with her, but his total lack of arousal and response to anything she’d tried had made it abundantly, humiliatingly, clear that her hope was in vain. At least he’d left through the harem, hiding her failure to consummate their marriage and how little he cared for her.
She blinked, dashing the tears she hadn’t let herself notice before from her eyes, and stood to follow him, to look for Elena. She’d restrained herself until now, resisted the temptation to command Elena’s attentions, or to make advances to Cloud herself - it wasn’t appropriate for a commoner to start things with any noble, let alone one of the Planet’s Chosen, even if she was his spouse. And she’d wanted Elena to come to her, if she had the spirit for it, that or to share the mariatha with her and seduce her that way. But she needed the reassurance Elena could offer, that she was desirable, and that it wasn’t a chore to bed her.
“Brangwen?” Elena wasn’t in bed yet, but she wasn’t fully dressed either. And Brangwen was pleased to see that despite her surprise Elena greeted her with a smile.
“Elena, come here, please.”
The other woman obeyed without question, hesitating when she reached Brangwen before pressing up against her and wrapping her arms around her waist. “I thought Cloud was visiting you tonight, Sephiroth said something about not being alone when he came for Tseng, and it’s been nearly a week since you married him.”
“He was.” Brangwen only realised her hand had tightened in Elena’s hair when she made a small sound of pain, and she immediately let go, moving to stroke that hand down the woman’s back instead. “He left. You didn’t see him come through here?”
“I decided to work a bit on my gem carving after Sephiroth collected Tseng, and the gear for that’s here.” Elena pushed back a bit, and Brangwen let her go, wondering if Elena would only be with her because she had to, if she was just a lot better at hiding her reluctance than Cloud was. “We might be more comfortable on my bed. It’s warm enough, but I’d rather sit down to talk, or if it isn’t talking that’s on your mind I’d prefer our first time in a bed.”
Brangwen laughed then, from relief as well as amusement and let her go, allowing Elena to lead her to bed by the hand. “I guess you’re right.
“You do want me then, want to have sex with me and you find me attractive?” She didn’t like how needy she sounded, but the question was out before she could stop it.
“Yes.” Elena didn’t look as if she was going to say anything further, but that simple answer wasn’t enough to make Brangwen feel better, so she pressed a bit further, in a way she never would have pushed a fellow warrior.
“Why, what is it about me that you find attractive, that appeals to you?”
“Do you know how beautiful your eyes are, with that golden glow to them?” It had to be a rhetorical question, any answer would seem egotistical or self-serving, but no one had ever described her odd yellow eyes as beautiful before, and Brangwen knew she was blushing at the compliment. “And I like it that you’re just a little bit taller than I am, just the height to make kissing comfortable. I like your muscles, the way they show how dedicated you are to improving yourself and maintaining your condition. You’ve been kind to me, given me space to adjust to the idea of being with you, and you didn’t have to. And the most attractive thing about you is how well you dance the mariatha with me.”
“I’m not that good.” She wasn’t, but she’d felt a connection with Elena from the first time she’d seen her dance, and that more than anything had been why she’d agreed to become Cloud’s spouse, the hope that the connection might run both ways.
“Do you really believe that? You’re better than anyone I’ve danced with outside the training halls, and it feels, I don’t know, more real when I dance with you than it ever has before. I can predict your movements better than I can with any other partner, you seem to predict my movements in a way no one else has, and it doesn’t make sense, because I’ve only danced with you twice.”
“If you were warrior caste you’d know what that meant. You’d have been taught all the legends about pairs who can dance that way.” At least if she’d had a proper upbringing she would have, and finally Brangwen could believe she’d found the soul who completed her own. She kissed Elena then, slow, reverent, and pushed her down onto the bed, one hand resting on her shoulder, the other moving from where it had supported her back to rest on Elena’s hip. “If I was any sort of noble I wouldn’t be doing this, not now.” Knowing how much she mattered to Elena, that Elena had responded to their mariatha as she had, would have had to be enough for her. “Not unless you refused to be my consort outright.”
“Consort? But we’re not...”
“In love? No. But not all nobles choose their consorts because of that. Some do it as a political thing, to get an alliance with another caste, and sometimes, despite that saying, it’s just lust. Rowan’s a bit of a romantic, probably because her family are all commoners, and Cloud’s relationship with Sephiroth’s the stuff of legends, but it isn’t always like that.” Her hands had been running over Elena’s upper body as she spoke, and now she slid one hand under the waistband of her loose silk trousers while the other moved to unfasten that lacy bra. “Do you need more foreplay?”
“Ah, yes...please.” Her knee came up as she responded, between Brangwen’s legs, in just the right position for her to press herself against that firm silk-clad thigh. Elena giggled and kept her leg in place, always pressing up against Brangwen’s groin, as she moved, kissing her breasts and stroking her sides before moving back up to focus on her neck, kissing at the base of her throat while ghosting feather light touches from just behind her ear to the nape of her neck while Brangwen’s other hand petted Elena’s belly. Still, that leg was the only way Elena was returning Brangwen’s attentions, and she didn’t want that.
“You’re allowed to touch me back you know.”
“I wasn’t sure.” There was something almost hurt in Elena’s eyes, and Brangwen pulled back a bit, waiting to see if she’d say anything else.
“Of course you are.” She decided to make it a bit of a joke, even though it was also the truth. “How else can I know that you want me?”
“Oh, Brangwen!” Elena reached up, pulling Brangwen’s head down to hers and kissing her full on the lips.
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Date: 2008-08-08 12:12 pm (UTC)*hands cookies and hugs Brangwen*
I really enjoyed reading this though I feel bad for Brangwen and Cloud.
*pets them*
I am happy that Elena and Brangwen are happier now, though, and I'm already looking forward to the next chapter.
Keep up the good work!
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Date: 2008-08-09 09:07 am (UTC)I don't feel as bad for Cloud as for Brangwen because this is mostly a result of Cloud being selfish, and I know how easily he could have made things better. All he would have had to do was say 'I don't feel comfortable trying for a child just yet. Can we just mess around this month?'
I am happy that Elena and Brangwen are happier now, though, and I'm already looking forward to the next chapter.
Yes, Elena's finally got confirmation that she's wanted and Brangwen's got confirmation that a romantic fantasy she's had since the first time she danced the mariatha with Elena, and was able to anticipate her rmoves better than she should have been is true. (Basically legend has it that two people who can dance the mariatha like that are pretty close to being destined lovers)
horrible night
Date: 2008-08-08 05:18 pm (UTC)In your sex scene with Brangwen and Elena, there were times that I could not figure out who was kissing or petting whom. You have her hands and her lips moving, but I wasn't sure if that was Elena's or Brangwen's hands or lips. If you rewrite this could you use proper names more often.
Re: horrible night
Date: 2008-08-09 09:12 am (UTC)True, she is pretty inexperienced. She has had sex for fun, but not often and not with anyone who means anything to her.
You have her hands and her lips moving, but I wasn't sure if that was Elena's or Brangwen's hands or lips.
Mostly it was Brangwen. Elena was pretty passive until Brangwen told her she was allowed to touch her back.