I know in Ivalice they do not have Christianity, but this idea was too funny to let go. Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it and happy holidays to all who have them right now, (I know there are but I can't remember what they are called right now, sorry).
Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this little skit.
Part 1: Merry Christmas
He had never slept so soundly in the past ten years, but he knew that it would end too soon. Ashe ran her hands over his naked chest, taking the time to stir his desires before his eyes opened. Her warm lips pressing into his set his heart thundering in his chest; she still had it. "Merry Christmas, Basch," her sultry tone setting fire to his entire body, he needed her more than ever.
"Merry Christmas, my love," his reply opening his eyes to see his beautiful wife smiling sweetly down at him, her ashen blond hair cascading down her back in an alluring way, "Do get to open my present?" he tugged at her negligee playfully, enticing a giggle to escape from her pouting lips.
He crawled over her, nuzzling her ample breasts as he attempted to remove the blue satin covering, "Basch," Ashelia moaned as his lips caressed the exposed skin above her clavicle, "you must stop," her hesitant protests falling on deaf ears.
"Daddy?" The young voice killing his lustful actions. "Merry Christmas!" the little girl jumped onto the bed with roughly wrapped presents.
"What are you doing up so early, Amalia?" Basch queried his four-year-old daughter, as he adjusted his position to ready for the onslaught of Amalia's siblings.
"I made this for you, Daddy," she handed him the larger of the gifts she held and waited eagerly for him to unwrap it, "And this ones for you, Mummy!" The smaller package rattling as Ashe unwrapped her little girls present.
Basch held up a picture frame with beautiful stones and brightly coloured paint with a drawing of the family in it, "It's beautiful, sweetie," he pulled her into a warm hug. He glanced at Ashe who held a necklace made of dried pasta and painted silver. His attention returned to the drawing, something was not right; there was one too many people in it. "Who's this?" he pointed to the tall figure.
"That's Balthier," she waved off as she hugged her mother.
"I know he is like a member of the family," the prince consort explained, "but he isn't." He glanced at Ashe, who turned to look at the door, curious?
A multitude of his offspring entered now, including his brother's three children, who were now adults; Balthier … holding Ulrike's hand, followed them. Basch felt his temperature rise, "Balthier, what brings you here?"
Ulrike blushed and looked up to the dashing sky pirate, who at the age of thirty-five, looked more masculine and sophisticated than he did before. His smile flashing devilishly as he returned the look to Basch's charge's eyes, "I thought you were meant to spend Christmas with family," he simply replied.
"I thought you would be spending it with Fran and Tal again?" The tension in the older man's voice bleeding through.
"I decided to give them some space since they decided to start a family," he softened minutely, "it made me realise what I've been missing." Basch fisted his hands when he saw Balthier squeeze Ulrike's hand.
"Oh?" Basch tried hard to restrain his anger, "And you plan on starting a family?"
Balthier's bronzed cheeks blushed, as did Ulrike's, "That's why I'm here."
Basch's eyes narrowed on his once best friend, seething with rage but he did not get the chance to say a word, as Ashe beat him to it, "You did what?" Her tone dripping with unrestrained ferocity.
"We didn't mean to," Ulrike jumped to Balthier's defence, "but I love him and we want to marry each other!"
The pit of Basch's stomach dropped, Balthier had violated his brother's daughter, "She is only twenty three," he hissed dangerously.
Balthier stood his ground, "She is a grown woman and I am only twelve years her senior, unlike you and Ashe."
Damnit, he had a point. "You couldn't have married her first?" he asked, trying to remain civil.
"Damn right he's marrying her!" Ashe not bothering with the civility; "Basch is your best friend and you slept with his daughter?" her voice rising to deafening levels, the younger children retreating with Valdar, B.J. and Kestra to the balcony to look over the frost-covered city of Rabanastre.
"For starter's" Ulrike protested, "He is technically my uncle and what has it to do with him any way? With either off you?" she screamed at them, "We came here to inform you of our pending wedding and this is how you react? I thought you respected him, trusted him, loved him!" she burst into tears, "or were we mistaken?"
The pirate soothed the young woman, resting his hand on her belly, "We have been blessed by the gods and we plan to honour the blessing by legitimising our union," he explained humbly, "We had hoped to take this slower, but fate decided otherwise." The seriousness in his eyes told the truth, he loved her.
Stunned into silence, the Queen and her husband just stared at the couple; Ashe rose from the bed and glided to her dressing room, leaving Basch behind. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down he spoke, "You will honour her with your life," he explained calmly to Balthier, "You have one week to prepare for your wedding." He too retreated to the dressing room, dressed in only his boxers.
Balthier embraced Ulrike, "That went better than expected," he uttered to her, holding her close.
She looked into his eyes, "Did you have to make out you knocked me up?" she berated him; "You said you would wait until our wedding day before you touched me." She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"And I intend to honour that promise," he grinned, mischievously, "But I am just a man and I cannot wait forever."
Part 2 will be done soon, promise.