'Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.' -- Aristotle
Ponytail
Ninja
Luneth x Refia's ponytail. Rated T for one swear word, a few sexual references.
AN: It could be argued that Luneth having a ponytail fetish is just an extreme form of narcissism! :D I got this idea and it wouldn't go away. Enjoy, more will follow.
Disclaimer: Completely forgot to mention when I first uploaded this; I own nothing to do with FFIII, aside from the words on this page.
He stumbles upon her as she's pulling the left thigh-high boot over her beige-clad leg, and as she stands up and shakes her fringe out of her eyes he realises it looks terribly like he's staring. But he cannot avert his eyes, even if it means a beating is imminent. It's not the leg, not even really anything near that part of the body. No, the body is not important. Nothing special. It's that ponytail. Luneth - who usually prides himself on always having a witty retort on the tip of his tongue, never letting his enemy fluster him - tries to swallow, and his tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth.
She gives him a quiet, knowing look. "Let me guess," she begins, planting one gloved hand firmly on her hip. "Too scantily clad? I'll bring disgrace to the name of the Warriors of Light? Honestly, Luneth. You get to be more like Ingus every day. I swear, next you'll be donning a full suit of armour and speaking in 'ye's and 'thee's." She holds the glare for as long as she can before her face collapses in to a grin. "And besides, that Thief outfit I had way back when was much worse. What'd you want?"
I can't remember, he almost blurts. But, instead, ignoring his overpower urge to run - run! - from the only person left alive who still scares him shitless, he shakes his head wordlessly, which perhaps just makes him look like an even bigger idiot. He still can't meet her eyes. Can't get his line of sight any lower than the mop of fire on her head.
Refia just laughs, and moves for the entrance to the tent, sliding past him nimbly. Her breasts - they may not be much, but they're enough - press surreptitiously against him as she turns, but Luneth thinks this probably isn't important; as it bobs past, he brushes his fingers ever so gently against the ponytail and prays that Refia doesn't feel it, and administer that long overdue beating.
She doesn't. So this is what they mean, he thinks, when they say 'secret kink'. So secret, not even you know about it, until it comes up and slaps you in the face.
And, for that fraction of a moment, he is in Heaven.