FFXIVWrite 2023 Day 8: Shed
In which a line is crossed. WoL/Minfilia focus.
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Rating: M || CWs: slightly NSFW, nothing explicit but much implied. The lead up to the fade to black moment, so to speak.
She sheds off her coat until she stands in just her shirt and boots. She feels small, an incredibly difficult feat, as she watches Minfilia watch her from the end of the bed.
If she's not careful, a line is about to be crossed, Freyalin feels it in her stomach, her chest, her throat. A line they’ve danced on for months now. One they've only had one foot off of for a couple of weeks. Weeks mostly full of lazy hands and stolen kisses in the darkened corners of the Solar and Revenant's Toll as a whole. But now they're here, in Minfilia's private quarters, a small but lovely room full of equal parts various rocks and official papers. Not a hint of pink, which amused her.
She loses her train of thought as she feels Minfilia’s hand wrap around her wrist, pulling her closer. She almost trips over her own two feet as she stumbles onto the bed. Minfilia giggles as she looks her up and down, her spare hand rests on Freyalin’s bare upper thigh and her thumb makes soft circles.
It makes her hot and cold all at once and she can't stop the shiver that creeps up her back. Minfilia laughs again as she leans up and kisses her. She responds in kind, hand instantly going to the back of her head and tangling in her hair, pulling her head up even further as she shifts down.
A few moments go by before Minfilia moves both her hands around the back of her own shirt and Freyalin hears the soft unzip of a zipper and her breath catches as she opens an eye to see the garment fall. She pulls away and takes a moment to look her up and down. There's only a thin layer of cloth now and Freyalin moves her free hand to wrap around Minfilia’s waist.
She finds herself a little frozen as her mind begins to play sirens inside her head. There's no turning back now, and she really doesn't want to; she just doesn't know if she’s good enough.
This isn’t something she's…properly done before. In the past it's been with people who knew what they were doing. Or the off one night stand while passing through a local tavern. Even then it was a rare occurrence and none of the company ever lasted more than a few hours, and then she'd go to bed alone. It didn't bother her that that's the way it was, she’d thought she preferred it that way.
This was different and she didn't know how to behave. It terrified her. Minfilia deserved treatment far better than she feels she can provide and she feels that one foot she's had off the line pull it's way back, ready to get dressed and talk about it later. Or never. Or-
“Freyalin?” A voice calls out. She focuses again to see Minfilia staring up at her with concern on her face. “Are you alright,” she whispered.
She shakes her head to clear her mind and puts on a small smile, “I’m okay I’m…sorry,” she says.
Minfilia’s expression grows confused and she breaks from her hold. Situating herself on the bed to face her head on. “Sorry for…?” she asks.
Freyalin sighs and gives a sad laugh, “Just sorry. I don't…we uh, this is um…” she forgets all words as she continues to stare at the woman in front of her. So kind and so smart and so good, unabashedly so.
Minfilia shrinks, “oh…” she whispers, “If this isn't what you want we don’t-”
“No,” Freyalin cuts off quickly. She lays and hand over hers and squeeze, “I…I want this I just, I’m not as experienced as you might believe o-or want. I just don’t want to…” she trails off as she watches Minfilia smile wide and begin to take down her hair, it falls just below her shoulders as she works on her braid. Once that's done she moves towards Freyalin with a silent purpose and kisses her.
It's slow and long, she cups one hand along Freyalin’s neck and holds it steady there. Her other hand plays at the hem of her shirt. She pulls away and looks at her. “May I?” she says.
Freyalin's throat is drier than any desert she’s been in, so she just nods. Her shirt is up and off her head in a second and Minfilia’s wide eyes make her face flush with heat. “Twelve preserve,” she breathes out. It's Freyalin’s turn to laugh as she leans down and kisses her now. Eventually they fall into the bed, she forgets the worries screaming in her mind for some moments as that one foot still on the line begins to inch across and over with the other one.
Minfilia breaks them apart and looks all over her face. They don't speak to each other but they have a conversation. Freyalin responds by kissing down her neck and up her throat. Minfila lets out a content sigh and smiles.
They spend the night together, both of their feet off the line.
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