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From the Tales of Kink Meme:
Title: Wresslin' Quiet Moment
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Genre: Crack, romance
Rating: PG-13
Words: 359
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia.
Summary: Kratos and Anna try to sneak a quiet moment without waking their son.
Spoilers? To Altessa's house, night version.
Author's Notes: God, this was fun to write. Minorly edited from its original format.
It was nearly black in their rented rooms; the last candle had been snuffed and its smoke was coiling towards the ceiling, spreading out in a haze. The glowing tip of the wick and the light from the half-moon outside were all that lit the room. It was past time he and his wife were in bed and asleep, and so he was taken by surprise when, halfway through stripping from his day clothes, one of Anna's hands cupped the back of his neck and gently guided him down to her height. The other hand rested over his heart, her thumb idly brushing over a nipple. When he sucked in a quiet breath, Anna kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth.
He pulled away, but not far. His hands rested at her hips, feeling her warmth through the thin underdress she wore. "Anna, Lloyd is asleep in the next room. We may wake him." His voice was murmur-soft.
The change in the play of moonlight on her face told him she was smiling. "Then we'll have to be quiet." She touched her fingertips to his lips. They were rough; he couldn't stop himself from kissing them. "No shouting like you usually do."
"I do not—" His reply was cut off in a decidedly undignified manner when the hand over his heart moved lower.
They weren't completely quiet, of course—not when he knew all her favourite places and she was so talented with her tongue—but in the sticky, sweaty end when they lay together in each other's arms, they were confident that their little boy's sleep had been uninterrupted.
*
"Daddy?" Lloyd asked the next morning, bright eyes on his father as his breakfast was delivered to him.
"Yes, Lloyd?" Kratos answered, turning to pick up his own meal.
"Daddy, why were you and Mommy wresslin' last night?"
Anna choked on her water, and Kratos rushed to her side. As he patted her back, he knew that even if he had four thousand years more to come up with a reply, his words would always fade away in the face of such a sweet, innocent expression.
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Genre: Crack, romance
Rating: PG-13
Words: 359
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia.
Summary: Kratos and Anna try to sneak a quiet moment without waking their son.
Spoilers? To Altessa's house, night version.
Author's Notes: God, this was fun to write. Minorly edited from its original format.
It was nearly black in their rented rooms; the last candle had been snuffed and its smoke was coiling towards the ceiling, spreading out in a haze. The glowing tip of the wick and the light from the half-moon outside were all that lit the room. It was past time he and his wife were in bed and asleep, and so he was taken by surprise when, halfway through stripping from his day clothes, one of Anna's hands cupped the back of his neck and gently guided him down to her height. The other hand rested over his heart, her thumb idly brushing over a nipple. When he sucked in a quiet breath, Anna kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth.
He pulled away, but not far. His hands rested at her hips, feeling her warmth through the thin underdress she wore. "Anna, Lloyd is asleep in the next room. We may wake him." His voice was murmur-soft.
The change in the play of moonlight on her face told him she was smiling. "Then we'll have to be quiet." She touched her fingertips to his lips. They were rough; he couldn't stop himself from kissing them. "No shouting like you usually do."
"I do not—" His reply was cut off in a decidedly undignified manner when the hand over his heart moved lower.
They weren't completely quiet, of course—not when he knew all her favourite places and she was so talented with her tongue—but in the sticky, sweaty end when they lay together in each other's arms, they were confident that their little boy's sleep had been uninterrupted.
*
"Daddy?" Lloyd asked the next morning, bright eyes on his father as his breakfast was delivered to him.
"Yes, Lloyd?" Kratos answered, turning to pick up his own meal.
"Daddy, why were you and Mommy wresslin' last night?"
Anna choked on her water, and Kratos rushed to her side. As he patted her back, he knew that even if he had four thousand years more to come up with a reply, his words would always fade away in the face of such a sweet, innocent expression.
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I JUST NOW FOUND THIS
YOU WROTE THAT ONE!?!?
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