One-shot bit of silliness :Þ
Balthier awoke in his tent, the sun peeking through the flap and falling on his face. He sighed, the fatigue that crippled him the night before had gone and it was a new day. He turned his head towards Fran, "Sleep well my dear?" he asked in his usual coy fashion: no response. "Fran?" Balthier opened his eyes, "Fran? Are you there?" his vision came into focus. The cot was empty. Where the bloody hell is she?
"Penelo?" Vaan called from outside, clearly, the perky young blond is missing too. "Hay, Balthier?" he asked, poking his head through the tent flap, "Have you seen Penelo?"
"No," the irritated Pirate replied, "Have you seen Fran?"
"No…" Vaan stood there, pondering the many possible locations of their companion, "D'you think they could be at the thermal springs?"
"I doubt it," Balthier stated, rising from his bed, "but you can check." The Thief ran off towards the springs as Balthier left his tent to ask Basch if he had seen them. The large man had not risen from his slumber yet; Balthier walked past the Princess's tent, towards the Fallen Knight.
"Basch?" He asked, peering through the tent opening, "Oh." Balthier could not believe his eyes; the knightly, blond hero did indeed sleep, with Lady Ashe curled up by his side, with Fran curled up on the other side and a mass of blond hair on his chest, presumably, Penelo.
"Their not at the spring," Vaan said in panicked haste.
"Do not worry," Balthier reassured the young man, "I found them." He extracted his head from the Knight's tent.
"What?" Vaan jogged over to peek inside, "Whoa," Balthier was right; the four of them appeared to be quite comfortable in each other's company, they were naked … Naked?
The youth pulled his head out from the tent, "well, I'm off for a bath," Vaan announced, trying to sound casual, "I'll just go now," he pointed in the direction of the thermal springs.
"Yeah," Balthier agreed, "I think I will also," the pirate began to follow the thief.
"Did it work?" Penelo whispered, "Are they gone?"
"Yes," Fran smirked, sitting upright, covering her chest with her arm.
Penelo slid off from Basch's chest, "that was fun," she giggled.
"I must say," Basch gave a rare grin, "I never believed any of you to be practical jokers; but was it necessary for us to be completely naked?"
Ashe smiled wickedly, "of course," she leaned over and kissed Fran ardently; however this spectacle was nothing in comparison to what Penelo's hand did; sliding it up Basch's leg, inching closer to his unguarded … "What's the matter Basch?" Ashe licked her lips as Penelo's hand wrapped around him, "you didn't think this was entirely an act did you? It was the only way we could get you here like this."
"I … um …" he stammered as Fran aided Penelo by lowering her head into his lap. He had barely enough time to enjoy it as Ashe planted her luscious lips on his. Alarm bell began ringing in his head; I'm trapped! He thought, I need to get out of here! Basch found himself restrained under the three women, a sea of supple breasts and tender thighs swirling over him; hands and lips caressing his naked and willing body; fight this! "I'm sorry," he gasped, "I need to get out of here!" Basch wrestled his way out, slinging a towel around his aroused lower body and quickly made his way to the springs.
"Pity," Penelo sighed, "I was beginning to enjoy that."
"I didn't realise it would take so much to crack him," Ashe chuckled, reaching for her underwear.
"He almost didn't," Fran, grinned iniquitously, "he was forced into celibacy in Nalbina, and if he didn't run off I would have humoured him."
"Me too," Penelo jumped in, "did you catch a look of the size of his …"
"Yes," Ashe cut her off, "I saw it, I did not realise they got that big!"
"Well Ladies," Fran grabbed each of their hands, shaking them happily, "here's to a prank well done!"
heh heh heh, I love skits don't you?