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4th-make-quail · 1 year

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To celebrate the 17th anniversary of ffxii's release, I thought I'd post my entire back catalogue of xii fic! We're going by pairing, so buckle up~

Salamander's Big Ol FFXII Fic Archive!

Ashe/Basch/Vossler

Five Moments of Desire

Summary: There is something Ashe wants

Tags: chivalry kink, explicit

Notes: written for an ff_land lj comm exchange where my and my friend got paired together and decided to collaborate instead! A five times format fic, and my first actual foray into xii fic!

préowthwíl

Summary: Some moments dwindle like fireflies, brief but flaring bright in a memory forever. Ashe's relationship with Vossler and Basch is more complex than she is ever willing to admit.

Tags: drabble, mature

Notes: a series of drabbles written for another ff_land thing! I miss that comm a lot, we had such good times back then

tempus magus

Summary: Time sequestered in dusty towers does nothing for a young princess's learning, right up until she learns how to control time itself.

Tags: general audiences

Notes: totally the reason I have my Ashe as a time mage in my TZA file haha

Ashe/Balthier/Al-Cid

A Rozzarian Tango

Summary: In which there is a masquerade, a dance, two delectable strangers and things go from there.

Tags: mature

Notes: written for my fave old ff exchange, DOINK!, back when it used to run! I really love these three, I ought to write them again sometime!

Balthier/Al-Cid

Enough Self Control for Three Men

Summary: It has been long, now, that Balthier has taken to visiting Al-Cid after each job was complete; yet the heat that danced between them has yet to be satisfied.

Tags: explicit

Notes: this one was for the TZA release countdown event! As if this was so long ago now wtf

Noah/Basch

The Silence Afterwards

Summary: A somewhat fix-it fic for the end of FFXII - what would happen if Noah's wounds weren't fatal?

Tags: incest, explicit

Notes: one of the multiple endgame fix-it fics! I can't help myself, what if my faves didn't die huh? WHAT THEN

Take Me to Bed and Rip Me Apart

Summary: Something about wearing his brother’s old armour brought Basch a measure of peace. There was a level of anonymity inside that helmet, and even a still-lingering level of respect and fear from when Noah was Judge Gabranth, despite the Empire being an entirely different place under Larsa’s rule.

Neither of them had expected Noah to live, after all, but he was as stubbornly tenacious about that as he had been in chasing his revenge for so many years, even going all the way back to when they were youths, sparring together on the grass back in fair Landis.

Tags: sparring, post-game, twincest, sex in armour, fix-it, explicit

Notes: another exchange fic! Don't ask me how I managed so much that particular chocolatebox lol, I was like a woman possessed. Anyway, what's better than this, armoured ronsencest fucking against a mirror!!

Noah/Vayne/Larsa

A Quick Study

Summary: Many years have passed since the war with Dalmasca ended, and Vayne has been recovering slowly in exile. Infrequent visits and heated correspondences have left Larsa wanting more, though, and he is of a mind to bring these lessons directly to his brother.

Tags: incest, double penetration, rimming, disabled character, scar worship, blowjob, post-game, explicit

Notes: yet another exchange fic, and my first time writing this ship but the prompts were so good!! This one features a headcanon close to my heart of a Vayne disabled post-game

The Double-Edged Blade of the ex-Emperor

Summary: We take a look at the Lord Vayne's closest relationships and speak with the man himself in this incisive interview. Don't miss it!

Tags: implied sibling incest, post-game, disabled Vayne, magazine spread w/images, in-universe photographs, mature, (non-explicit) underage

Notes: ahh Unconventional Fanworks Exchange, so much fun!! A gift for my good friend, and a really fun exercise in writing formal journalistic style again as well as playing around with a magazine spread which was a learning curve and a half!

Ondore/Reddas

the time will take, the sea will rise

Summary: There are more ways than one to forget, and it just so happens that the Marquis Halim Ondore the Fourth knows one of them very well indeed.

Tags: blowjobs, desk sex, missing scene, explicit

Notes: this one was for the 16th anniversary last year! And also happens to be the first fic in the tag for these two, my fave fucking rarepair I swear to god don't get me started because it makes perfect sense!! I definitely want to write more of these two sometime soon :3

Ghis/Bergan

blood in the water

Summary: “If I let you have this victory, would you-” he swallowed, eyes flitting down to Ghis’ still-burgeoning erection, then back up to his lips and then finally his eyes, “would you do it again?”

“What, trounce you? Don’t be ridicu-”

“No. Kill me.” Bergan’s face was serious, his eyes alight with lust. He- he actually meant it. “Maybe you could do it while you fuck me. I think we’d both enjoy that.”

Tags: snuff, dead dove do not eat, sparring, sort of necrophilia?, temporary character death, explicit

Notes: my first fic for these two (outside of tens of thousands of words of rp anyway eheh) and obviously the best way to introduce myself to this rarepair tag of one single other fic!! I do plan to write some non dead dove of them sooner rather than later, so uhh please look forward to it? All four of us

Cid/Vayne

the structure of love

Summary: Cidolfus Demen Bunansa, a madman? Surely not, or he would have heard of it. But what was this about puppets and history? There was but one way to find out. He would have to make the acquaintance of the man himself, make no doubt about it.

Tags: UST, pining, some post-game, explicit

Notes: yet another exchange fic, and my most recent xii offering! I'm obsessed with these two, they have so much potential! So much good shite!! Again don't get me started lol

Miscellany and Sundry

Forgotten Capital - a very old poem about the Necrohol of Nabudis! My favourite location in the whole game

Secrets of the Palace - a magazine spread about Vayne's haircare routine! Also made for Unconventional Fanworks Exchange

#ffxii #ff12 #final fantasy 12 #final fantasy xii #quailfic #ghisbergan #ondoreddas #Christ I cba tagging all these ships #Many ships #I am a woman of many and varied xii ships AND THIS ISN'T EVEN ALL OF THEM #Anyway happy 17th anniversary ffxii you are my most beloved and I want to never stop writing fic for you

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djarins-riddur · 1 year

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Started out as a kiss.

Pairing: Iden Versio × Fem! Reader.

Summary: You have to go undercover with the Empire's greatest Special Forces Agent, that ends up with feelings.

Warnings: Swearing. Light smut. Fingering. Bloody knuckles. MINORS DNI 18+

Wordcount: 1.9k

A/N: Genuinely, if you have a problem with this fic being LGTBQ+ related, then just leave. I'm not interested in anyone who has a problem.

Black dress = reader... Red suit= Iden.

Iden hated formal gatherings, especially ones that were undercover. But this one was different from the others.

Admiral Versio, Idens father. Informed her and the rest of inferno squad, that she wouldn't be attending with members of her squad. But with one of the most recent additions to the Imperial Special Forces.

You were apart of the 204th Imperial Fighter Wing, and for your age you were incredibly good at what you do. But not as good as Iden Versio. You knew who she was. You knew how amazing she was, and maybe hearing of the abilities she holds you weren't jealous. But you felt something, that was really accepted in the Empire. It was a silly little thing really.

Iden had read your file, and she was rather impressed. It seemed like you followed in similar footsteps to her, just without a father like hers. You were good in hand to hand combat and, you were exceptionally good at flying and shooting from long distances.

Walking into the briefing room, you held yourself with a militaristic posture. Iden followed suit, and her uniform was flawless. She was flawless. Not a single fleck of lint. Not a single hair out of place. Her boots, her helmet and her chest armour perfectly shiny and polished.

After the briefing, Iden pulled you aside.

"Are you 100% sure you want to do this Y/L/N? If not then we can find a replacement." Versio spoke,

"It's completely fine Commander. I'm actually looking forward to working with you." You spoke, giving a polite smile.

You were dying inside, and you were glad she wasn't a mind reader. To you she was pretty, even in the slick black Imperial uniform.

As you walked out of the briefing room, to give yourself a chance to go over the reports for the mission.

Gideon walked along Iden, as she went in the opposite direction.

"You know, I think our new little pilot has a crush on you Iden." Gideon spoke side glancing Iden,

"As if. She's just young girl, and she's done rather well." Iden rolled her eyes.

"Your being blind Iden. You obviously didn't see her staring at you for almost the entire brief." Gideon claimed as he looked straight ahead walking into the mess,

"Just leave her be Gideon. Its one mission and that's it." Iden remarked grabbing some food as she thought over the mission.

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A week later you walked out of your quarters in a black dress short at the front and flowing long at the back. As you walked through the hall you had to steady yourself a few times, not use to wearing heels for anything.

Walking into the meeting room you saw Iden talking to Del. The man with all the tech.

Iden out of uniform looked completely different. Wearing a dark crimson suit and black ankle boots suitable for combat incase its needed.

"I feel overdressed." You commented doing a twirl in the dress,

"You're looking good Y/L/N, don't stress about anything." Del spoke not looking up from what he was fiddling with something small.

"Thanks Del. Far more use to wearing uniform." You spoke up running your hands over your dress,

"You're not the only one Y/L/N." Iden spoke walking into the room in a red suit.

"That's a nice suit commander, looks smart." You commented giving her a small smile, she nodded back.

There was a few last minute touch ups, and then it was time to leave. You and Iden stepped onto the ship, and sat in the cockpit doing the last checks before you lifted off and went to hyperspace.

"You ready for this?" Iden asked quietly,

"As ready as I can be." You replied staring at the stars as they go past you.

It took just under an hour to get to the destination, and then the two of you were officially at the formal event. The past week yourself and Iden had come up with a cover story, the two of you were to act as a couple and walk in together holding hands. It wasn’t made too obvious that you were meant to be a couple, but there were a few questionable looks thrown your way.

“Do you want a drink?” You asked Iden softly just watching the surroundings,

“Sure. I’ll watch around the room, just to make sure we can find our man.” Iden replied giving a slight nod.

Walking up to the bar, you ordered two soft drinks this was only because you were both still on a mission. Technically you weren’t meant to be drinking, but it was to blend in with those around you. Just as the bar tender was pouring the drinks, a large man with multiple body alterations slid up next to you and started chatting.

“Now why’s there a pretty little lady getting drinks all by herself? Let me get one for you.” He spoke heavily slurred, this guy must have had already been drinking.

“No thank you. I’ve already gotten one for myself and my partner.” You responded not talking directly to him,

“Iden, you might have to step in. Y/L/N is having quite a bit of an awkward interaction.” Del spoke over the ear piece in Idens ear. Turning to your direction, she saw your form which was dwarfed by this huge guy next to you.

“Oh come on little lady, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me having you to myself.” The large guy slurred again as the bar tender passed you the drinks,

“Who said it was a guy?” You responded looking directly at him and then walked straight back to Iden. She saw how pissed you were, but also how pissed he was and looked like he was about to go after you.

"Damn." You heard over the ear piece.

“Kiss me.” Iden stated quietly,

“What?” You responded almost shocked. Although you didn’t have much chance to talk as you heard the man coming over, Del and Gideon didn’t have much say either. Iden tipped your chin up slightly with her finger and kissed you. It was enough to convince the guy to back off.

“Thanks honey.” Iden spoke loud enough making sure that the man went away. You kept your eyes on her, making sure that you let her know it was fine but your cheeks were a bright red.

“You okay?” Iden asked quietly,

“I’m fine, thank you.” You responded. The last thing you expected was for Iden to wrap her arm around you waist. It took a few good minutes of looking for you to find the person you was looking for. Vettriano. He had been stealing art for the last few years, but in the last few months his allegiance had strayed far from the Empire. Walking to his general direction, Iden had her eyes on Vettriano and you the general surroundings. One thing you noticed was there were other species who seemed armed moving quickly to him.

“Iden we need to move now, Del there are suspected hostiles with weapons.” You spoke taking your heels off and nodding to Iden. She broke off from you going for one set of hostiles and you to the other. As you ran and tackled two of the men, you felt your knuckles split as you punched them. What you didn’t expect though was for a loud bang created by an explosion, both you and Iden were sent flying but you got the brunt of it.

Standing up slightly dazed you looked around the room to find her doing the same. Running over to you, she grabbed your hand and the two of you started running back to the village that’s nearby. Walking back into your room, you sat on the bed as Iden spoke to Del and Gideon telling them you’d both be back in the morning and said bye for the night. Iden walked over to you seemingly in shock over the events that just occurred.

“Are you okay Y/N?” She asked kneeling in front of you,

“Yeah... I’m good” You responded not telling the truth fully. You had been in fights before and it was normal for you, but the one thing that played on your mind was the kiss. One thing you had not realised though was how filthy you were from the explosion and that your knuckles were bleeding.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Iden spoke, helping you stand up and unzipped your dress for you leading you to the refresher,

“Iden?” You spoke before she left the room.

“Yeah?” she responded peeking her head through the door,

“I... I know that kiss was to stop that guy from coming after me. But did it mean anything to you?” You asked quietly almost too quiet. Idens eyes softly and she thought over the comment Gideon made the week prior. Walking back into refresher, she held your hand softly and looked down for a moment.

“It did. I just didn’t want to get your hopes up.” Iden responded and you kissed her again but with more confidence, thankfully she kissed back and started stripping. Though the refresher shower was small, it still managed to fit the two of you. Iden pushed you gently against the wall being mindful of the impact you took from the explosion earlier.

“Let. Me. Know. If. I. Hurt. You.” Iden spoke between feverish kisses,

“You won’t.” Was all that was said. Iden ran her hands down your body, noting the softness of your skin with the occasional scar here and there. Her hand ran gently over your breast and down to your core, which was growing slicker by the second. It had been a while since you had been touched like this and it felt heavenly. Slowly, Iden slipped a finger in and then the next picking up the speed, your core felt that it had been lit up and a deep moan left your body as your head fell back. It didn’t take long for you to squirm, the coil getting too much for you as you gripped at Idens forearm.

“Are you going to finish for me?” Iden questioned with her eyes filled with lust,

“Y-yes commander.” You moaned as you fell apart in Idens arms. She held you up and let you recover, you hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

“How do you feel?” Iden asked softly still holding you up,

“Better. Is there anything I can do for you?” You responded still hiding your face. Iden ran her hand down your back and heard you hiss as, a large bruise on your back started to appear.

“Why don’t we patch you up and we’ll do something another day okay?” Iden responded and you gave her a slightly questionable look,

“You’re hurt Y/N I don’t want to push you to do anything. Let me just look after you.” She continued making sure that all the dirt that was on your body and in your hair was now washed out.

“Okay.” You responded quietly as you done the same washing process to her. Getting out of the cramped refresher, Iden dried you both off and sat you down on the bed. Grabbing the first aid kit, she got out some bacta gel to relieve any pains you might have. Rubbing the gel over your split knuckles you hissed again the alcohol element making it sting.

“You’re doing well darling.” Iden assured you, a soft kiss placed on your forehead.

It only started out as a kiss. And now here you are sitting with Iden reassuring you whilst helping you clean up. She helped you lay down and you placed your head against her shoulder.

“I didn’t fuck up did I?” You asked not specifying what you were thinking about,

“No. You done well today, don’t let Hask get under your skin okay?” Iden responded, she felt you nod and slowly felt your body relax as best as it could.

Only started out as a kiss and now you’re both in bed together.

#star wars #writing #iden versio #lesbian pride #slight smut

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 4 years

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A Perfect Mess

This fic is based off chapter thirteen of @matchacakesareforfoxes fic Domesticity: The Random Files

I love their fic and if you haven't already, please go read it and the chapter this fic was inspired by. It was a privilege to write your and I just hope I managed to do it justice @matchacakesareforfoxes

In this fic the reader makes a mess

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You had tried to do this before, but you hadn't tried to do so in this place. In speaking about this place, you meant in the warmth and familiarity of his kitchen; whose tiles, corners, and fascinating collection of mugs were almost known by name; of the items which hadn't been given a name, they still had a purpose but weren't as remembered or remarkable. You've cooked other things here, like lunches and dinners, and breakfast on rare occasions, but baking here had been avoided. It hadn't been because Zeta-7s kitchen was lacking. On the contrary, it was a delightful space and he had all manner of ingredients; you weren't in want of possibilities or lacking imagination, but you held a reluctance.

Talent, for a better word, was not what you had when it came to sweets. It wasn't an art like cooking, but a culinary science which you knew Zeta-7 had studied down to the smallest degree. Still, you were going to try. Oh, but trying was different than doing.

You leaned towards an upper shelf for the bottle of good vanilla and found you couldn't reach. If this hadn't been as much of a surprise as you wanted it to be, you would've accepted his assistance. You would've admired the outstretched arm which would've found no challenge in grabbing the amber bottle; filled with the essence which forever permeated a few of his favorite sweaters and at times was detected on his skin. Yet, those were sentiments which could flourish on another occasion, because you were going to do this on your own.

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Perhaps you should've prayed instead.

The song McArthur Park came to mind when you stepped on the eggshells which missed the trash can. When the baking soda spilled all over the counter you couldn't recall, and you realized you were dusted with flour as though you had applied it like an after shower perfume; you thought maybe you should've quit. Yet, despite losing the recipe you had pinned on Pinterest and the ungodly amount of sugar which had been used, the batter was mixed together and placed in the oven. Great, that was done but now there was the mess. Oh man, where to begin.

Glancing at yourself, you thought maybe you should change, but you'd have to swing by your house to do so. Decisions, decisions; it just felt like too much work. During the span of time when you had wondered as to what you should do, the scent of burning passed your nose. That part though was simple to figure out; the oven was on fire. Wait……the Oven was ON FIRE?!

“RICK!”

Wherever he had been in the house hadn't mattered, for not only did he rush in, but his three robot clones had as well. If you hadn't been so panicked, you might've wondered why they hadn't joined in past cuddle sessions. Zeta-7 wasted no time when he scooped you up in his arms while clones one and two extinguished the fire. "Are y-y-you okay?"

"I'm um… I'm fine, but I'm not sure about the oven."

Clone three removed the burned contents of what would've been cookies, and determined that nothing had been damaged, but it would take a while to clean. Seeing that his robots had it under control, Zeta-7 eased you down onto the couch not caring if you would leave a mess and inspected you until he was satisfied that you hadn't injured yourself. "Ricky, I told you I was fine."

"Y-you're right, I'm s-sorry."

"No," you sighed; disheartened but all the more so embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I can't believe this all happened. I should've asked where the fire extinguisher was first. That, or bought some baking skills at Bed Bath and Beyond. I'm pretty sure you can find it in the abyss of the Beyond section."

Now that death was not imminent, you were a jumbled mess and just babbled as though it would make things better or possibly make sense. Zeta-7 for his part studied you, and the more he did, the more you wished you could crawl under a rock. You deserved to be yelled at, scolded, or anything where you would be punished for daring to believe you could keep up with this man skills. And when he opened his mouth to speak, you thought you were in for it, but instead, he laughed; the kind which spoke of his relief; you hadn't quite expected that reaction. You were partly confused, partly annoyed that he hadn't been upset when he should've been, but your pouting only encouraged his amusement; his laughter filling the house with this happy noise.

When he was like this, you couldn't stand how much you loved him; how you were won over, and enamored by the radiance he exuded easily; all the lines around his eyes and mouth prominent but reassuring of his happiness. Soon enough, having watched Rick collapse over himself with mirth, inspired giggles of your own to bubble forth. It would be a few minutes when either of you was rational; at least enough to explain what had transpired a half-hour before.

You wanted to bake cookies and surprise Rick while he was working. That was it; just bake cookies then surprise Rick with said cookies; possibly earn a few brownie points; any points for that matter, but no, the Baking Gods were against such aspirations for you evidently. Rick for his part, placed his hands lightly on your shoulders and gave them a squeeze, leaning over enough so you both would be eye to eye. “I don't think any Gods had a hand in this, I think y-your power is just too great for baking cookies.”

You tried not to, but you couldn't help it and began another fit of laughter with Rick not far behind. "I don't think I have any powers worth mentioning, but they are weak against chocolate. As well as other things."

The laugh which had been ready to escape him seemed to die as he took a glance at your lips, then away as though whatever thought sprang up in his head wasn't worth elaborating further. You really wished he would've because then you could've elaborated on a thought of your own.

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When you two had found your composure, you set about cleaning up the kitchen together; hopefully, it would be easier now that you had gotten the taste of pyromania out of your system. “Rick, you don't have to stay here. I can clean it up on my own.”

Zeta-7 wouldn't hear of it and simply smiled. "It's okay. Besides, it's no fun cleaning up th-the dishes by yourself.”

You blew a raspberry at him, petulant. "Are you sure? Or is spontaneous combustion also a worry for you?"

"N-no not at all."

“You just don't want me to be in here by myself anymore, huh?” you teased; flashing him a wink.

Confusion; the silent inquisition which occurred when you danced in between the barrier of enigmatic and odd. The questions which he had never came up, for the confusion melted into something like a smirk as he flicked some suds on your nose with the dish sponge. With mock surprise, you grabbed a spoon from the soapy water and placed it under the faucet; effectively splashing him and also yourself. "That did not go as I planned it."

Rick shook his head at you, but instead of responding he dipped his hands in the water and splashed you with more soapy dishwater; you responding in like kind; splashing each other and getting water all over the floor and yourselves; completely soaked in a matter of minutes. You didn't want to know how much worse you must've looked. However, when you calmed a little from your hysterics, you realized he had stopped laughing; lost to his ruminations. You wondered if you had pushed him too far, or if he was upset about the wet floor, but what followed was not what you had expected.

He was staring at you past his drenched bangs, his electric blues immovable in their intensity; this in itself was not uncommon, but it gave him this otherworldly quality; as though they would glow in the dark if the lights went out. The front of his sweater clung to him; the outline of his lean muscles impossible to ignore. You felt warmth in your cheeks; warmer yet when the hand which had been holding a sponge earlier, came up to cup your cheek and an arm was slipped about your waist. "Rick, I'm a mess. You don't…you wouldn't want to..."

"Gosh, y-you're so beautiful." he interrupted.

"What? No," you retorted, trying to pull away from his grasp as though you didn't deserve it. "not like this. I'm a mess and the dishes still need to be washed. If anything, I'm a disaster."

Tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, he softened. "Y-you're not a disaster."

"Yes, I am. I disrupted your work, almost burned down the house and dirtied your cute sweater."

"Gosh, it was only a-a happy accident."

"In what way?" you wondered.

"I-I got to see you. I don't know when I-I would've stepped out of the garage. Possibly whenever I finished working on my latest invention, but I should've been here instead. We could've baked together."

"I didn't want to bother you. You had your welding helmet on and all those processor chips. I wasn't sure if you were making a computer or a doomsday device, but you were busy. I know how important your work is to you."

"It is important but not as important as you. I'm sorry about that. I - an idea had struck me and I was dying t-t-to get started, but it seems I wouldn't have been able t-t-to get that far anyway since I didn't have all the parts required. This means I-I did have time."

"I didn't know. I just wanted to make you happy with a sweet surprise."

"Gee, I'm happy having you here. That alone is enough. I got t-t-to see a whole new side to you that I haven't seen before. I don't - I'm not talking about the way you're dressed, but unlike those other times we've cooked together, I feel as though I saw the real you. You don't - I know how you feel when it comes t-t-to baking and how frustrating you find it, but finding you there amongst that mess, wearing an apron that's a-a little too big for you and the flour on your cheeks, why it was…"

"A mess." you frowned.

"An adorable mess; a beautiful mess; a-a perfect mess."

"Dear, I don't think those words go together."

"I guess they don't, but I meant it when I said I was glad t-t-to see you're alright, and here all in one piece. That's all I could ask for. I thought an intruder had managed t-to get into the house, or that one of the security bots had malfunctioned, which was why I unleashed my robot clones, but seeing that it was simply a-a cooking accident was the best thing I could've seen because it meant that I-I hadn't lost you."

The hand which had cupped your cheek slipped itself into your hair and smoothed it down, gently, and with purpose. The seriousness which you had seen in his eyes earlier had returned, and the arm around your waist tightened. "Rick," you softened. "it'll take more than burned cookies to take me away from you."

"Really?" he brightened.

"Of course."

Looking at you, in that funny, darling way as he did from time to time, he pressed a kiss upon your temple and lingered there; finding comfort in the closeness. You rubbed his back, and told him it was okay; that you were okay and that he didn't need to worry. Though, in reality, you realized that you needed to be more diligent next time you decided to bake. However, knowing that he had your back if you put yourself in danger again was comforting in its own right.

And when it seemed that he had been comforted enough, he pulled away a little, only to return with an unknown confidence and captured your mouth in a soft kiss; his insistence winning you over, and made you forget what it was either of you was supposed to do; all there being was you, him, and the fading world. Entranced, you seemed to mold into him, and melted with every second that passed. If you hadn't needed to breathe, there wouldn't have been any force in this universe that could've made you two part. Yet, part you would, and when he pulled away, you wondered. "What about the dishes?"

Whether he was aware of it or it was done unconsciously Zeta-7 chased after your retreating mouth. With cheeks aflame, he answered before kissing you again. "The dishes can ugh - can wait."

Fin

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