Author's Note: Ok, so here's the smut to complete the story, hope you enjoy. Please read and review, I;d love to hear if you enjoyed it.
Leaving their telltale trail of oil droplets, Fran and Balthier stumbled their way towards the ship's bathroom. Balthier had fitted it shortly before meeting Fran, since his sense of personal hygiene and the normal life of a sky pirate did not necessarily match up, and he felt it prudent to take regular long baths or showers. It was a large space which was watertight and had a natural drainage area in the centre of the floor just in case any water was sloshed about during the Strahl's flights. There was an impressively large bath in one corner, with a showerhead overhanging it. Humming contentedly, despite his current state, and the dubious future of his beloved vest, Balthier inserted the plug in the bath and turned on the taps, adjusting the temperature to the desired level.
"You know, the others will be in uproar over this?" He mused, turning to face Fran, and being enchanted by the way the oil was smudged over her face, limbs and torso, and the small speckles of it which clung to the fine fur of her ears.
"Indeed. Vaan will comment that we are more like the adolescents than he and Penello, and Basch will say that I have wasted oil." She smirked at him as she reached past to deposit some sweet smelling bubble mixture into the running water, which immediately began to foam up and emit an enchanting aroma.
"Actually I meant the fact that they are now certain of the status of our relationship. As far as I can tell, before they had merely speculated as to whether or not we were… An item, shall we say…" The amusement was evident in his voice, despite the fact that Fran could not see his face, for she had turned around to allow him access to the clasps of her body armour, which he was now deftly unbuckling, with practiced movements.
"Are we an item?" She asked it challengingly, but Balthier knew she was teasing, and merely replied by standing on tiptoe to close his teeth around the edge of her right ear and tug at it gently. "Ha!" She chuckled, revealing her one ticklish weakness. "Perhaps we are boyfriend and girlfriend?" She asked teasingly, turning to face him as her armour dropped to the floor, leaving her in only her high heels and leg armour. Grinning, Balthier bent down on one knee to remove those too.
"Fran, please. Though we may act like adolescents, we are not in our teens. Lovers, perhaps, but I don't think anyone in their right mind would refer to you as a girl." The wretched heels finally came off, and Balthier cast them aside, discarding his own vest and skirt in a similar direction as he rose.
"A couple then?" She questioned, mirth shining in her eyes as she trailed her claws down his grease-covered chest and to his belt. He groaned.
"A partnership." reaching up to grip the back of her head, he pulled her down into a kiss forceful enough to curl her toes.
"Mmmmh. A partnership." She agreed as their lips parted, sighing contentedly whilst simultaneously divesting him of his trousers. He had, she noticed, neglected to wear underwear today, but this was not so unusual for Balthier. She glanced towards the bath, which was filling nicely. "Check it's not too cold?" she nodded her head towards the water so he would understand her meaning, and he turned and bent to dip his hand below the foam.
"It's perfect." He reached to shut the taps of, and Fran admired the curve of his calf as he stretched, her eyes following it up to where it became the back of his knee, then further, past his buttocks to the plains of his back and shoulders. The faint marks of her nails were still on his skin from their last encounter. It had been over a week, but then again, it was quite intense. Perhaps she had gripped him harder than she meant to. She resolved not to mark him this time, knowing that he didn't mind, but not wishing to cause him any pain. When he straightened and turned to her, she smiled, and he offered her a hand. "Join me?"
"Pleased to." She purred, placing her hand in his and stepping into the bath with him.
"Fran!" He chuckled "How much bubble stuff did you put in here? We'll never breathe!" He exclaimed, flicking some of the bubbles up at her. She chuckled and flicked some back. She had to admit she had been a bit overzealous… the bubbles easily reached her thigh, whilst the water was stopping just below her knee.
"I'm sure we'll be doing more important things than breathing." She murmured suggestively, and that made him shut his mouth and pull her down into the water with a splash. Laughing, she landed in his lap, relishing the feeling of his skin on hers for a moment before she found her lips under attack from his wicked tongue. Purring contentedly, she opened her mouth to him, kissing him back energetically and carding one hand through his hair, the other resting around his shoulders.
"You really are sticky." He complained, kissing his way along her jaw line to suck on her pulse point. She made a small noise in the back of her throat by way of reply, and moved to straddle him, her own mouth leaving ghost-kisses on his shoulder.
"So scrub me clean." She purred, arching her back as his thumbs glanced across her hip bones just so.
"With pleasure." He mumbled, and reached for a sponge which he began using to clean her, whilst somehow teasing her at the same time. She whimpered softly as the rough material tortured the muscles of her abdomen, tilting her head back, and arching towards him, then gasped and jumped as his tongue appeared from nowhere to lazily circle one of her nipples, only to be instantly replaced with the harsher feeling of the sponge on the other, and his cool breath blowing on her skin. She shuddered and clung to his back.
"Cruel, you are." She moaned as he finished her front, and pulled her flush with his chest so he could start on her back.
"Oh, sorry, I thought this was what you asked for?" He breathed seductively. "Was there something else you wanted?" He asked, dipping the sponge lower to swipe at the area where her tail would be if she had one.
"You know very well, Hume." She growled, impatient already, before snagging the sponge herself and setting to work scrubbing his chest a little harder than she ought.
"Oh!" he grunted in surprise, "Careful with that." He hissed when she grazed over one of his nipples. "Alright, alright, if I give you what you want do you promise to be a little nicer with that weapon of yours?" He gestured at the sponge and gave her puppy dog eyes.
"Deal." She purred, lips close to his ear, before her teeth found an earring and tugged on it lightly. He gasped at the feeling, then groaned as her tongue snaked out to trace the shell of his ear. Eager to fulfil his side of the bargain, he slid his right hand from where it had been resting on Fran's thigh upwards and across her flat stomach before making his way teasingly down towards the thatch of tight curls which was his goal. Fran hummed appreciatively, and began to clean his back much more gently, still toying with his ear. She had a fascination with Hume ears, they were so small and cute, she couldn't help trying her teeth on them, and it never failed to elicit a pleasant reaction from Balthier. Her smugness was quickly cast aside, however, as Balthier's fingers found their way into her folds and began to efficiently massage her bud in agonisingly slow circles. She mewled and bucked her hips towards him, desperately seeking more friction, and he brought his free hand to the back of her head, tilting her face to draw her in for a searing kiss.
"Good?" He asked smugly, smirking into her mouth, and despite being on the border of failing to form words, she managed to reply.
"Mmmh. Glad you used the hand with no rings. More." Happy to oblige, Balthier shifted his hand lower, his fingers now dipping inside her, and she made a beautiful noise which was somewhere between a sob and his name. He could have come then and there, but decided that the occasion warranted more effort on his part, and instead began to pump two fingers in and out of her core with a dedication he only matched when flying his ship.
"Better?" He asked, unable to kiss her mouth because her face had fallen to his shoulder, so leaving butterfly kisses on the edge of her ear instead. The only reply he got was her teeth on his shoulder, the nails of her left hand in the small of his back, and the satisfaction of her right hand finally slipping between then to wrap around his decidedly aching cock. "Ah." he sighed, leaning back to rest his head on the side of the back, his hips bucking into her hand as she pumped him, fingers twitching convulsively in her, causing her to cry out sublimely and arch herself up, pushing down onto his hand shamelessly. "You carry on doing that and there'll be no main entertainment this evening." He groaned into her ear, breathing laboured.
"Mmh. Stop talking." She chided, eyes closed in concentration, lips slightly parted. Her grip on his cock relaxed, though, and he found himself better bale to concentrate on her completion. Never missing a beat with his right hand, he flipped them so she was resting on the side of the tub before taking a deep breath, and submerging himself into the water, darting out his tongue to tease her alongside his hand. This proved too much for Fran to resist, and she uttered a guttural cry of "Balthier!" convulsing delightfully around him. He surfaced with a grin on his face, finger still working inside of her to bring her down gently from her orgasm, and moved close to cradle her to him.
"Satisfied?" He asked with a lopsided grin when she finally opened her eyes to peer up at him.
"For the moment." She purred, fixing him with a critical gaze. "There is oil in your hair." She noted.
"Oh? Really?" He feigned surprise. "I wonder how that got there?" This made her chuckle, and she swatted him with the back of her hand, before reaching for some shampoo to massage into it. He purred under her ministrations, allowing her to rinse off the suds, leaving his hair respectfully clean. "Yours is a mess too, I'm afraid. Shall I?" He gestured to the bottle and she poured a generous amount into his hand before reaching up to remove the clip from her hair. He massaged the soap in and helped her to rinse it, all the while trying to ignore his painfully persistent erection. When it brushed against her thigh, she smiled coyly.
"I had almost forgotten this." She grinned, wrapping her hand around it again and pumping experimentally, forcing a growl from his throat.
"How could such a thing be possible?" he asked, mustering as much mock indignance as he could, whilst thrusting his hips up into her hand and whimpering slightly.
"I apologise profusely." She countered in a surprisingly good impression of a lady of the Archadian gently. "Would sir be so kind as to accept my apology and give me a sound fucking by way of reprimand?" She continued, and if he hadn't been so close to coming, Balthier would have laughed at the sound of it.
"Well, I suppose it would be the done thing." He retorted before lunging at her and claiming her lips. She grunted in surprise, before accepting him, one of her legs coming to wrap around his waist, her hand encouraging his cock towards her opening. "Dear god Fran, you will be the death of me!" He groaned into her mouth as he slid home and her other leg somehow managed to negotiate itself around and over his shoulder of its own accord. "How…. But how are you so flexible?" He mumbled, beginning a well rehearsed pattern of deep, purposeful thrusts which made her extremities curl in pleasure, and tore ragged moans from her throat, which he greedily consumed with his mouth on hers.
She hadn't the presence of mind to answer because his cock was filling her and it was perfect and too much, and not enough and there, just there. She clawed at his back again unwittingly, fortunately not leaving any lasting marks, then howled as he brought her other leg up over his shoulder, driving himself deeper than before and angling directly towards that spot inside her that had her seeing chocobos. She could feel her release building inside her, and knew he was close too because his breathing against her cheekbones was ragged and uneven, and she could feel his length pulse inside her. She shifted once more, and suddenly everything fell away, and all she was aware of was a perfect soaring feeling, and the press of his cock inside her. She tumbled lazily back to earth as he shuddered through the last of his own orgasm, collapsed onto her chest and twitching within her walls. Smiling, she cradled him to her, huffing slightly when he darted out his tongue to trace her nipple, and laughing as he shifted up to look at her, before blowing away a particle of foam which had settled on the end of her nose.
"Have I ever told you that you are a remarkable, beautiful woman, and I love you?" He asked sappily, and she blushed despite her years.
"Once or twice." She murmured, pulling his head down to her shoulder and settling her arms around him comfortably. "And I too love you. Now hush."
"Mmmh." He replied. "S'pose we should get out…" He snuggled closer to her, arm winding around her waist.
"All in good time." She replied, having no intention of moving for the next half an hour. "All in good time."