Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 03 Feb 2011
Summary: 24 September 1999 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil/Cecil x Rosa/Kain x Cecil x Rosa
Author Notes: copious, adjective;
1. Affording an abundant supply; plentifully furnished; lavish.
2. Large in quantity; plentiful; profuse; abundant.
3. Full of information or matter.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.
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Cecil was panting, sprawled out haphazardly across the dry dirt, and Kain was not any better off nearby. From her position under the shade of a not-too-distant tree, Rosa watched her boys catch their breaths with a smile. It had been a surprisingly easy day for Baron's royalty, and they wished to take the time to relax. Of course, her definition of relaxing was not the same as her boys', but she did not mind watching them act out their excess energy and aggressions. In a way, how Cecil and Kain fought was the exact opposite of how they behaved when confined to the bedroom. The paladin was a violent frontal assault specialist, cleverly drawing his foes close with defensive maneuvering before switching to offensive strikes. Of course, that did not work on Kain, so Cecil opted to go straight to offense the moment that they signaled the start of a spar. The dragoon was a cautious fighter, especially by comparison, and he took a surprisingly ginger approach to luring in his opponents to strike them at their strategically weakest points.
Where Cecil was all wild fury in combat, he was submissive lust between the sheets. Meanwhile, Kain seemingly lost all presence of mind beyond the most instinctual of desires, rutting in vicious abandon. Rosa supposed that she would have felt both sides sooner or later regardless of the change between the battlefield and the bed, but there was something potently alluring in how Kain reduced her far too poised husband to kittenish mewls and breathless begging, in the bestial way the larger blonde took the king and struck down every shred of his aplomb to leave only the base instincts. Cecil spent a great deal of his life in need of absolute control over himself; even while savagely fighting he was still fully aware of all that occurred around him. Rosa loved her husband dearly, but she had not the strength to hold him down and force his submission, force his tenacious hold over himself to release and leave only the raw insides to purge outward. She loved Kain, obviously, or she would never have been satisfied with her current lot in life, but she knew when she was not enough by herself. Kain was physically able to fulfill needs that Rosa could not, and she loved her husband more than enough to willingly open their marriage bed for that reason alone.