Quick Info~

Ah, good morning wonderful people! At least, it's morning for me. I'm super excited to share this next oneshot with you guys! I think its funny how in all of the game, Leon is never all that confused with any of the new technology in Selphia. I think he makes a comment about the airship and flying but besides that, nothing. Anyway, I'm not sure if you can get a telephone in the game but if you can't, just ignore that little fact for the sake of this oneshot. A huge thank you to everyone for the reads and reviews! Every morning I wake up and I feel so thankful that you guys like my little story. Seriously, you guys rock.

Title: Telephone Tirade

Rated: T (some slight naughtiness)

Start~

"You've been gone for a long time," Frey said, giggling at how surprised Leon's face was when she showed him the device.

"I've never seen anything like this," he said, his blue eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. "What is it?"

"It's called a telephone," Frey explained. "You just hold this end up to your ear, then dial the number on this little box, and whoever you're calling will answer and you can talk to them."

Leon just stared at her, completely baffled by this newfound information. "I can call anyone from anywhere in the world?"

She nodded. Leon was incredibly intelligent and he knew a lot more than most of the residents in Selphia. However, when it came to modernized technology, through no fault of his own he just could not keep up.

He smiled at the device and Frey knew he had something up his sleeve. "Love, do all of the people here have telephones?" he asked.

"That depends," Frey answered, eyeing his mischievous grin.

"On what?" His ears flickered in her direction, a look of genuine curiosity playing on his face.

"On what you'll be using that information for," Frey finished, crossing her arms and staring at him all too knowingly.

He smiled at her coyly, his tail beginning to brush the floor ever so slightly. He picked up the phone and scanned the label underneath the cool metal base. "Well if you won't tell me I'm sure Blossom would be more than happy to help."

Frey opened her mouth in protest but Leon had already closed the door behind him, leaving her in a state of amusement and fear as to what he was going to do next. She shook her head and sighed at the never ending game her boyfriend had perfected, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Dragging her war hammer out from the trunk it had been safely locked in, Frey strapped her shield to her wrist and made her way out to the airship. Leon couldn't cause that much trouble and she promised herself that she would only be out battling the monsters in Rune Prana for a few hours.

~At Nightfall~

Frey wiped the sweat from her brow and she heaved her rucksack filled with dragon scales and tiny sacks of magic powder over her shoulder. She chewed her bottom lip nervously as she looked up at the bright white moon, signaling that she had been dungeon crawling for far longer than she cared to admit.

Stepping into town, she found herself suddenly face-to-face with a mouthful of fabric and the light scent of soap and Jasmine. Gloved hands pushed her shoulders back and away from whoever it was she just ran into.

"Princess!" Volkanon wailed, his grip tightening on her shoulders as he stared at her with his large, tear-filled eyes.

"Volkanon?" Frey winced under the pressure of his grip but he didn't seem to notice.

"Ah, he's too soft to tell her." She heard Doug's voice from somewhere behind Volkanon and she blinked in surprise as she realized that all of Selphia was standing in a semi circle around her.

"Tell me what?" Frey demanded, grabbing the hilt of her hammer and preparing to take out whatever it was that was causing them trouble.

The residents weren't exactly helpless, but they sure as hell knew how to ask for favors. But this new group method of asking for help was far from ordinary and Frey concluded that something of gargantuan size was plaguing the city.

"She's going to use that hammer to take care of the problem," Forte said, a strangely vengeful smile forming on her usually tight lips.

Frey loosened her grip and wrenched herself away from Volkanon. "Will someone please just tell me what's going on?"

Blossom shuffled to the front of the group, a pink shawl wrapped tightly around her aged frame. Frey began to wonder how late it actually was as the night had significantly cooled the air.

"Maybe this is my fault," Blossom started, her eyes shining apologetically to both Frey and the rest of the townspeople. "He was only curious about telephones when he came into my shop."

Frey felt a whoosh of relief sweep through her at the same time that a rush of embarrassment took its place. They were complaining about Leon and it had something to do with the telephone Frey had showed him earlier. She should've known better.

"When he told me that he'd purchase one without haggling me like he normally does, I was more than happy to give it to him. Since we hardly use the phones around here, I'm not quite sure how he even knows what they are." Blossom trailed off and disappeared back into the crowd as Frey's cheeks began to grow redder and redder by the second.

"Yeah, that's really, umm, strange. Yes. Strange. Well, not to worry! I'll straighten things out with Leon. Yeah... Thanks for telling me. Goodnight everyone!" Frey's words managed to come out in a jumbled mess but as everyone began to disperse she figured that her message was received.

Frey's bones ached and her skin was coated in a layer of dirt. Leon was just as harmless as he was annoying and she was sure that he was already asleep anyway. All she longed for was a shower and the sweet relief of sleep, so instead of settling things with her boyfriend, she trudged back to her bedroom.

After she had showered, she wrapped a towel around her body and another up in her damp hair and made her way to the dresser. Just as she was about to drop the towel and slip into her pajamas, the mint green telephone collecting dust on the nightstand began to ring.

She jumped in surprise at first, unsure of what the sound was, but then she eyed the phone and sighed, knowing who it was without even having to answer it.

"Hello?" She spoke into the receiver and she could almost hear his giddiness on the other line.

"Frey?" Leon's baritone voice rumbled in her ears and she felt a shiver shoot through her veins.

"You figured out how to work the telephone?" she feigned curiosity as she sat down on her bed, the towel wrapped around her still firmly in place.

"I did," he responded proudly. "I can't believe how useful this is. Whenever I want to hear your cute little voice all I have to do is dial the number that Blossom gave me. She gave me a list of everyone's numbers in Selphia, actually."

"Oh, did she now?" Frey was unsure of what else to say. She didn't even know why the other residents were upset before but now she had a pretty good idea.

"I'm slightly disappointed, though. I won't get to see your reactions when I tease you over the phone." The drop in his voice caused Frey's entire body to flush and she twirled one finger around the spiral cord connecting the base to the phone itself.

"You don't have to tease me at all then," she squeaked.

"Oh ho, but I think I do. Tell me, love, have I caught you at a bad time? You seem distracted."

Frey looked down at her current attire and adjusted the towel self consciously. "N-not exactly, why?"

"You seem a bit more flustered than usual. Perhaps I caught you just as you were about to go to sleep?"

Frey nodded but didn't say anything even though she knew he couldn't see her movements.

"And that means you're in a towel because you always shower before you go to sleep. I wish I would've called sooner... I could've joined you."

"L-Leon!" Frey gasped, her words breathy and thick with lust.

"There's my girl," Leon cooed and Frey shuddered dreamily at the thought of him joining her in her shower.

"You need to come over here right now!" Frey said, a bit too loudly and she glanced around the room to see if she had disturbed anything.

She could hear Leon's guffaw over the receiver but she hardly paid it any mind. She needed to put an end to his telephone tirade and it was happening before it got out even more out of hand.

"I'm serious," Frey said, dropping her voice the same way that Leon did whenever he was trying to tease her into acceptance.

"I'll be right there." The call dropped and Frey hung up the phone.

Within a few minutes, Leon was inside of her room. He stared at her questioningly. "If I had known that teasing you over the phone would work that well, I would've discovered it myself ages ago," he panted, out of breath from his run from the Inn to the Castle.

Frey batted her eyelashes and walked over towards him. Grabbing the fabric of his robe with both hands, she pulled him towards the bed and sat him down. As she straddled him, the towel in her hair came undone and fell to the floor, revealing wavy locks of mint that fell just short of her tailbone.

She leaned in by his ear and whispered, "So did you use that phone to call anyone else or was it just for me?"

She could feel Leon's smile against her cheek and he nuzzled up next to her ear. "If I did call anyone else I can assure you it was nothing like this," he breathed.

She pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "So you didn't call Doug or Volkanon or Forte?"

His grin flashed deviously and he brushed his lips against hers. "I'm not denying or confirming that."

She lightly nipped his lower lip and then remained mere centimeters away from his face. His breath hot against her face and hers against his as she waited for just the right moment. She adjusted her hips, feeling the bulge that was growing steadily in his pants.

"Well then I guess we're done here," she said, pulling away from his face and lifting her leg to remove herself from his hips.

His hands were on her waist faster than lightening and he pulled her close against his body. "I might've called Doug and pretended to be Dylas confessing his undying love," he growled as his chest heaved with want for her.

She let a light giggle escape her lips at the thought of that but Leon was far too entranced to notice. She lifted his chin and pressed her lips against his. He tasted earthy but sweet, like fresh maple syrup, and the smell of his cologne nearly made Frey topple over with desire. But she was on a mission for the people of Selphia and no matter how badly she wanted to just forget the whole thing and let him have his way with her, she needed to get to the bottom of things first.

"And I called Forte...as...a head knight...getting her in trouble for...eating too many...sweets," he breathed out in between kisses.

"That wasn't very nice was it?" Frey whispered as she trailed kisses along his jawline and then down onto his chest.

"Frey!" he gasped as she rolled her hips over him a few times. "I pretended to be Vishnal admitting that he drugged Clorica into falling asleep to Volkanon. And I pretty much just called everyone else and teased them until they couldn't take it anymore. Damnit!"

Leon's voice had been increasingly rapid as Frey trailed her way down his body and began to unfasten his pants. His abs flexed with every heaving breath and Frey removed her fingers from the tie on his pajama bottoms.

"You really have been bad while I was gone." Frey giggled, looking up at Leon with dazzling eyes.

"You're inches away from my self control disappearing, love," Leon strained, pressing a kiss to her forehead tenderly.

"Thank you for telling me," Frey said, standing up and pulling him to his feet.

"You didn't give me much of an option," he admitted, chuckling at her confidence. "But you're not as coy as you think."

"What?"

Leon laughed heartily and pulled her into his arms. "I didn't have to tell you anything. I was perfectly under control. But I will admit that watching you seduce me into telling you things was quite arousing."

Frey slapped his back with her hand and wriggled out of their embrace. "Looks like I'll just have to try harder next time."

"And I await the day that you do."

Leon made his way over to her door and opened it before lingering under the frame. "Goodnight, love."

Frey adjusted her towel and walked over to him. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she captured his lips with hers for a sweet, single kiss.

"Goodnight, Leo," she whispered. "I'll be waiting for your next call."