Pairing: Sinbadxfem!Ja'far
Rating: T
Originally posted on tumblr a few months back, only posting it here now :)
"Where do you think you are going?" The statement was punctuated with a silent hiss as wires coiled around his abdomen with enough force to pull him off his feet. This was followed by a light body landing on top of his, clutching tightly at his robes. "I thought that I forbid you to drink for a month."
"Now, now, Ja'far, let's be reasonable here." Sinbad raised his palms up as he acknowledged the person on his body. "I did my fair share of work this week, so why not reward my hard work with some alcohol? Hmm?"
"You still have some of last week's work," Ja'far growled impressively.
"Well…" Sinbad trailed off as he gulped visibly. Belatedly he realized their positions - the fact that Ja'far was practically straddling him with her legs held wide apart, exposed creamy thighs subconsciously squeezing onto his waist. From his vantage point on the ground, he was offered a very interesting view of things underneath the robes and for the first time he wondered how such a conservative robe could become an erotic teaser.
"Well?"
Sinbad snapped his eyes quickly back up to meet Ja'far's, hoping that she hadn't caught his line of vision. He wondered if he should tell Ja'far about her precarious position…But then again, it was very rare that he was presented with the sight of her wonderfully supple legs and he didn't mind the opportunity to enjoy it longer. "I need breaks to help refresh my mind for the next batch of work?"
"Not when it leaves you inebriated and less capable of dealing with your work than before." Ja'far shifted herself slightly forward as she leaned down to glare at Sinbad.
Sinbad suppressed a shudder as her nether regions pressed against his abdomen. Even though there was clothing between them, he could still feel the warm core. It was times like these that reminded him of how much Ja'far had grown since he first picked her up. She used to do the same action with him back when he was still a teenager. It was acceptable back then when she still looked dirty, mean and generally, a rag-tag. But now he was made aware of how well she had filled out in the right places, how smooth and clean her skin looked, how soft the silver hair that fluttered gently with the night breeze was. He longed to reach out a hand and stroke those thighs, squeezing them and pulling them apart for him to dwell into the treasure in between. It was with a surprising amount of willpower he didn't know he possessed that he restrained his hands on the ground.
"You know, you should get some rest as well. Staying up for two nights in a row is not good for your health." He tried to change tactic, put the weight of responsibility on her rather than himself.
"And whose fault do you think is that? If it hadn't been for your slacking attitude, I would be in my bed right now." The wires tightened visibly under the user's frustrations.
That shouldn't be turning him on. But oh, if only Ja'far was aware of the innuendo when she said 'bed'.
Remember, she is Ja'far, your most trusted advisor, friend and bodyguard. Don't think otherwise. Don't think otherwise. Sinbad repeated the mantra in his head, trying not to let his eyes stray too far downward. "I will make it up to you?"
"Do you promise then to stay away from any drinks until you are fully caught up?" Ja'far inquired suspiciously.
"Please don't be that cruel," Sinbad groaned, though more from the way that Ja'far's body was rubbing against his than from the prospect of not having any access to alcohol. Of course, Ja'far didn't have to know that.
"I cannot let you go until I get affirmation."
"But what do you expect me to occupy myself with in the meantime?" Sinbad returned, though he could think of a thousand and one different ways he could occupy himself, all of which have to do with a certain advisor's body.Don't think otherwise. Don't.
"You could always get a head start on your work." Ja'far sighed as she leaned back to rub the migraine developing in her temple.
Don't— Oh, forget it. Sinbad thought to himself as the robe hitched up to reveal more flesh, severing whatever control he had left. "Work it is, then." He shifted upward and lunged for Ja'far's waist.
That night, and for a few nights thereafter, the owner of the local tavern wondered why their king hadn't shown up to drink.
