Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this game what so ever. The ideas used I do own however belong to me. The characters used belong to Sqaure-Enix.

WARNINGS: Incestuous pairings, girlxgirl pairings, guyxguy pairings, and major age difference pairings

Ratings: Varies, depending on the ficlets.

Pairings: Penelo x Basch, Fran x Penelo, Ashe x Penelo, Basch x Vossler, Basch x Balthier, Basch x Ashe, Vayne x Drace, Vayne x Penelo, Vayne x Larsa, Larsa x Gabrath, Larsa x Drace, Vayne x Gabranth, Vaan x Reks, Noah x Basch, Ffamran x Cid, Cid x Vayne, Cid x Venat, Vayne x Venat, Drace x Gabranth and Fran x Balthier.

Ffamran x Cid and Larsa x Drace are not couple pairings, no they're family like pairings I guess would be the best way to put it.

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Rating: T

The River Dances

She could feel her feet move by themselves to the sound of the beat. With each hit of the drums, and each jingle of the bells. The beat crescendo's and she jumps with each crescendo.

His eyes are on her, as is everyone elses. Her movements are as fluid as water and as graceful and as beautiful as a swan. He is entranced by her movements, by the sight of her flesh. Her flesh was gleaming a bit with sweat is a bit so pale and so smooth.

He longed to touch her, to feel her warm, welcoming hands run across his body. To gentle caress him and soothe his stress away. She would make a wonderful massager he was sure. If she was a noble, not a blue blooded noble like he, as well as Archadian rather than Dalmascan, he'd have her in his harem and as his personal slave girl.

He knew it would not be possible and that it would never happen. He was the Lord Consul of her porr, dismal, and war torn country, and that she was a inbred, poor commoner that was an orphan. She was beneath him and not a lady, just a commoner.

She could feel eyes staring at her, watching her every movement. They were entrance by her movements especially one. He stared at her intently. Her blue silk clothes, clothes she had borrowed for her dance from a friend in the dance troupe she was dancing for.

The trail of her skirt looked like a flowing river in motion, the tides changing with every blow of the wind. It rippled with each sudden jerk of her legs. Her hips swayed slightly with her movements and the sound of the music. All she heard was the music, it led her motions and her heart. She enjoyed dancing, it was a part of her not just a hibby. It was not a thing she did just to get food on the table for Filo, Kytes, Vaan and her.

Before the war everything was peaceful, she had her family and so the rest of the orphans, except Vann and Reks. Their parents had died when they were little of some sickness that had passed through Rabanstre, many in Rabanastre had died from it.

Her arms were covered in arm bands of shades of blue gemstones, encrusted in them. Tassels of blue and silver hung off the arm bands.

He watched her move, her blond hair that was in ringlets, hangind down her shoulders and back.

He watched every breath she took, it was a languid and calm breathing style. Her chest move up and down rhythymatically. His eyes traveled with her movements.

Her smirked to himself as the dancer danced in front of him. A leg was out straightened, letting him see her smooth toned leg, the other slightly bent. An arm to her side in the air, and the other to her front in a way for him to kiss it. Her back was straight as a board and she was in a bowing stance; More like kneeling he noted. Her head was held up proudly. A coronet of silver with blue sappire's gleamed brightly in the dim lighting of the castle.

Her river blue eyes glared at him with a fire burning deep inside them. They were raging torrents of rivers in a severe storm, and he read every emotion in them and on her face. The river did not like being trespassed upon, not by anyone or they risk drowning.

That was a risk he was willing to take.

Fin

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Word Count: 740