Final Fantasy VI - Locke/Terra
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lirillithTitle: Impulse
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Locke/Terra
Word count: ~400
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff, established relationship
Summary: Terra goofs around in a cave, which does Locke’s nerves no good at all.
Notes: Written for a Tumblr kissing meme.
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Inviting Terra along on his latest expedition had seemed like a good idea at the time. Company – Terra company, the best kind – and a second pair of eyes and hands, plus Terra was really happy about coming along; it seemed like a win-win-win situation.
He hadn’t accounted for how nervous it would make him to have the woman he loved out of his line of sight in a cave. And it was a cave, so his line of sight wasn’t very far. He was trying to keep it under control – he’d been able to hear the shuffle and thump and occasional grunt of effort of her climbing, without distress, up until a few moments ago – but concern was definitely setting in.
“Locke!” she exclaimed from above him, and he might have screamed a little. Not as much as it sounded like he screamed. Echoes made it sound worse than it was.
She’d managed to find a crevice in what he’d thought was a solid wall, and she was lying on her back in it, head and hair hanging down. He was pretty sure that was an impish grin on her face, though lantern light and hanging upside down made it a bit questionable.
“How’d you get up there?” And why are you dangling out of it and risking your neck?
“By climbing. That’s how people get up off the ground when they can’t fly.”
“Smartass.” He could see the first of the steps she’d probably taken, and set down the lantern to pull himself up. “You have a way out, right?”
“Of course. I was just waiting for you to spot me up here.” She continued to let her head hang. “Are you going to kiss me or do I have to pass out from all the blood flowing to my head?”
He kissed her, awkwardly, on the upper lip, getting more nose than lip, and then again on the lower lip, and then she tilted her head, took his face between her hands, and kissed him a third time, lips parted, and made a frustrated noise when their teeth bumped. “We are going to get this right,” she said.
The fourth try seemed to be the charm as far as she was concerned, though to Locke it still felt odd and askew, her tongue doing the opposite of what he was used to. She gave him one last upside-down peck, which again landed right under his nose, and scooted back into her crack in the rock.
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Date: 2013-10-27 02:47 am (UTC)