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1. Sex Pollen: Exposure leads to insatiable desire and increased sensitivity to touch. Hopefully, someone else is nearby to help. Whether they are exposed themselves, or just willing to lend a helping hand is up to you.

2. Arranged Marriage: The vows have been spoken, the union toasted, and now, it is time to retire to bed. Are the newlyweds long acquainted, or meeting for the first time? Are they wed to please their families, or is love blossoming between them? In any case, the task before them is the same- to consummate their new union.

3. A Fight ~~for Dominance~~: Sparring is so often accompanied by a wave of adrenaline. This time, it is just a little too much. As the two allies fight, their hearts race, their pulses quicken. Every contact sends electric sparks down their spines. Finally, the sparring session ends with a shove against the nearest wall or a tackle to the ground...and then the struggle turns to who will end up on top.

4. A Reward for Rescue: Bounty hunters nearly claimed their reward. But thanks to your intervention, they have been defeated and their mark rescued. Bound to a chair, and ever so grateful to be free, the mark offers their rescuer a reward. It is up to the hero whether or not they ~~untie the ropes to~~ claim that reward.

5. Tentacles: Because why not? Tentacles, tentacles everywhere!

6. Dressed for Success: Sometimes, it is not about clothes coming off. In this instance, a costume is getting put on. Choose an outfit to try out, and see where that takes us.

7. Tip of the Tongue: It's a written meme, but this prompt is all about the oral. (Giving, receiving, or both).

8. Hot Springs: Relaxing in the warm water, sheltered from the world by a protective cloud of steam, the rest of the world seems far away. There is nothing but loose limbs, heat, and that other person sitting across from you in the tub.

9. ???: Tell me what you 'd like to see.

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[Yuffie doesn't like the idea of arranged marriages even though she understands their purpose. Wutai is in a weakened state and she is it's princess. Her father can't live forever which is why she had been given as if owned to someone else. As expected, Yuffie isn't okay with this at all.

As a compromise she'll only marry someone who's able to defeat her in a fight. It's the power and skill of Wutai that she'll protect in this fight. Her large dark eyes are determined as she stares down her current opponent.]

Ready?

[She asks Ramza with a slight smirk while raising her thin dagger in a defensive pose.]

[Ramza dislikes the idea of fighting with his would-be bride, but he had been informed she will not accept his suit unless he defeats her. He knows how important this match is. It is the best hope for peace both sides have.

And he does not think it a poor match. The princess is beautiful, willful too, and obviously confident in her fighting abilities. Ramza wishes he had time to convince her that they could be a good pair. But, he supposes, if he wishes for time with her, he will just have to win.]

Ready, princess. [His rapier will give him better reach in this battle, but from what he has heard from the suitors that had tried and failed before him, reach means little against a foe as quick and wiry as the ninja princes of Wutai.

He takes an offensive stance. To start in defense would be an insult to the bride he seeks to win over.]

[Yuffie smirks, her thin lethal frame lowering at ramza's prompt] Shouldn't I be asking you that?

[Her words are thick with her cocky attitude. She hasn't met anyone who's been prepared to truly face her and she doesn't expect anything from this soldier. She darts forward, her blade sliding along Ramza's sword in an attempt to rip it from his hands. As she moves her shoulder connects with his and she uses the moment to jump over top of him.

Of course, that's the plan and she doesn't see how Ramza could possibly stop her since no one else has. As she comes close she smells steel, leather and then him, her focus unwavering on anything other than the target locked in her sights. She can't allow herself to be distracted.]

[Ramza ignores the taunt, knowing he cannot allow his guard to drop for even a second. Her knife is not enough to pry his rapier from his grip, and the hand guard protects his fingers from being cut.

He lets her shoulder connect, figuring he cannot stop her momentum. But instead of trying to stop her with his body, he twists as she launches over him, bending his knees to lower himself enough that she won't kick him as she goes. He lets the motion carry him in a half-turn, so that he is facing the spot where Yuffie lands.]

Very graceful, princess. [Even as he compliments her, he swings out with his blade, hoping to catch her before she refocuses on him. His rapier is turned to the flat of the blade, which would result in a stinging blow if it connects, but nothing that would truly harm her.]

[It almost looks like a dance as Yuffie rolls off him and then lands elegantly in front of him. There is a slight smirk on her lips as her dark almond eyes remain on Ramza. He's good which only makes her more excited.]

Thank you. [Her smile widens slightly.] I could say the same for you.

[As she spoke she moves, her blade coming to catch gleaming edge of Ramza's sword. She only just raises her weapon in time and she already knows that the force is going to push her back or make her lose her dagger. She tries to redirect the momentum of his swing while closing the distance between them and stepping towards him. She always works better in close combat.

Yuffie's hand begins to shake as she clings to the handle of her dagger. Her heart thunders loudly in her chest bring ragged breaths to her lips.]

[Ramza gives her a small nod, the closest he dares get to a bow in the midst of the fight. Their blades send sparks up between them as they strike.

He knows where his advantage lies. He needs to either keep Yuffie at rapier-length, or too close for even her daggers. Allowing her within arms-length is too dangerous.

So he moves to meet her, slashing down, angling the points of both blades to face the ground where they won't hurt either fighter. He pushes forward, until they are toe to toe, nose to nose, breathing the same hot puffs of air.]

I can see why you have never been defeated.

[Yuffie is only just able to keep herself in position as Ramza directs the point of their blades to the floor. She doesn’t dare back away knowing it can easily mean her defeat, added to the fact that Yuffie’s never been the sort of person to back down.

Sweat mats the edges of her dark hair to her neck, her breath warm and heavy as it leaves her lips. She feels the heat radiating from his body as she looks up at him, her chest heaving slightly as his breath caresses and brushes against her skin. A light teasing smile dances across her lips as she spoke, her words coming out in a breathless whisper.]

You’re the first who’s gotten this far. [Most can’t keep up with her speed.] Looks like a stalemate. [She doesn’t know what that means in the context of her hand; neither of them lost though the first to move will be at a harsh disadvantage.

Her mind teases her in a soft voice, reminding her how close he is standing and how very warm and comfortable the distance is. Other thoughts begin to rise to the surface and Yuffie finds her eyes flicking between his gaze and his lips.]

[Ramza's next move is a gamble, but he prays it will be worth the risk. He lets his rapier slip out of his hand and makes a grab for Yuffie's wrist to keep her from using her dagger. He closes the final bit of distance between them.]

Is this a stalemate? [He whispers against her lips. It's a bold move, to make such presumptions with a princess, but the fight has sent his heart racing and he thinks it worth it to risk everything to steal a kiss from her.]

[Yuffie's eyes widen as the force of their met blades falls. She steps forward as Ramza drops his blade, her own dagger falling with it. No one she's faced ever dropped their guard like this and she can't hide her surprise and awe.

Her heart thunders in her chest as he grabs her and their bodies slip closer together. His grip is the only thing that stops her from stumbling and loosing her footing. She feels the heat of his breath against her skin and his own heartbeat as their chests press together.] I think so...

[Her words were spoken against his lips. Flames licking from the small brush of contact. It's so warm and Yuffie doesn't want to pull away from him. Her eyes met his for a fraction of a second before she pushes her lips against his with the same passion she had with her blade. A soft muffled moan vibrates from her chest and there is no doubt in her mind that Ramza has won this fight.]

[He feels flushed, hot all over, like he's standing before a bonfire in too many layers of clothes. He wonders if it is all Yuffie, or the fight, or him? All three blended together, most likely.]

...if it is, I demand a rematch. [He makes no move to reclaim his weapon, or even to move his lips from hers. Now that she has dropped her dagger, he lets the hand that was holding her wrist trail up her arm and around her to rest on the small of her back. He turns his face to whisper in her ear.] I desire your hand more than ever now.

Edited 2016-03-06 04:23 (UTC)

[Shivers trail like hot fire along Yuffie’s skin as Ramza’s hand moves up her arm and then along the gentle curve of her back. Heat rises in Yuffie’s cheek and she suddenly aware of Ramza’s body pressing flush against her own. Her head spins as the warmth of his breath and his words invade her senses.

She feels the caress of his breath against her ear and neck, the sweet desire that lingers beneath his words as he holds her. Her hands were free to push him away but she doesn’t want to. She lightly moves her palm to his side, her fingers testing the thickness of his tunic as they stand together in the middle of the training hall. Her heart pounded in her chest while an ache settled just beneath her abdomen. A soft moan echoes in Ramza’s ear in response to his words.]

Saying it like that isn’t fair. [The princess whines softly, unable to deny her own desires. She’s never felt like this before but as time lingers and pulls into seconds another thought comes to mind.] The fight isn’t over yet.

[Yuffie’s grip on his sides tighten as she pulls herself against him, her fingers search for the hem of his shirt skimming along the hidden skin as if searching for that heat. Her head turned kissing his cheek, his jaw, whatever she could reach as she pulled the fight into something else. Her heartbeat thundered in her ear and she was determined not to stop pushing forward.]

[Ramza gasps as Yuffie's hand snakes under his tunic. Her hot touch sends electric sparks through his already overheated skin wherever she touches. His breaths come sharp against her cheek, then her hair as she maneuvers deftly, pressing her lips against him in an attack no less brutal for its sweetness. The princess is ruthless, even with her fleeting, scalding caresses.]

What...what do you win if you defeat me? [She is so determined not to lose, and it makes him wonder, with the part of his brain that her assault has not rendered immobile. Even as he wonders, he instinctively launches his counterattack. The hand on her back slips beneath her shirt and traces upward, following her spine. His other hand moves to her cheek, turning her head so he can claim her lips once more.]

[Yuffie's smile only widens as he accepts her challenge.

The muscles in her shoulders flex as she works to pull his shirt free from his torso. Her plan, however, changes when she feels the heat of his lips against her own. Her palms trail against his skin and then come to rest on his chest waiting to complete their kiss before pushing his tunic over head.

His force his met with her own while her lips begin to nibble against his lower lip. A soft moan is muffled between them as she finally pulls herself away and works to quickly remove his shirt and kiss him again.]

You.

[She answers in a soft puff of breath.]

Very well.

[His hands are pulled away from Yuffie as she tugs his clothing off. Once he is free of the sleeves, he takes hold of Yuffie's hips and pulls her in close, so she's pressed up against his bare chest. He presses his lips to hers again while his hands trail up once more, this time seeking out the various straps and buckles she wears.

With each one he unhooks, he smiles into her mouth. Soon, he will even the odds.

[Yuffie’s clothing is far more complicated than Ramza might imagine. She has a holster at her hip with a series of blades protectively sheathed within it. Her tank top might see easy to remove if not for the belts and fabric holding the metal guard on her arm. Yuffie doesn’t notice the soft clicking of belts as they slide from her torso and fall with ease to the mats beneath them. All she feels is the eager warmth of his lips and her chest pressed against his own.

Her hips wiggled against him, sliding as if teasing while her fingers began to unbuckle his pants. Heavy, heated puffs of air left Yuffie’s lips while nibble fingers made quick work at his waist. Being a thief for a short time makes this part easy and as if playing a practiced instrument she removes his belt and begins to push his pants to the floor.

To distract him her teeth gently latch onto his lip, lightly tugging before pressing her lips against his in a warm, more tender, kiss.

She feels the heat between them rise; the desire and thrill moving her with a passion she’s never felt before. Her heart drums in her chest and her dark eyes look up at Ramza through long lidded lashes. She wants this and with it, she’ll finally win.]

[It is not easy to concentrate with her writhing against him, coaxing his arousal with each motion of her hips, but Ramza is determined. The holster drops to the ground, then her arm guard. Soon enough, Ramza pulls back from her kisses to slide her tank top over her head.

He hisses when cold air hits his legs as his pants slide down, and it spurs him on to fiddle with the clasps that fasten her undergarment.]

So tell me...the conditions...for winning... [His words come as desperate pants from between kiss-swollen lips. He wants to have her, has to have her, but if her winning means they will only be joined this once, he cannot allow it.]

[Yuffie’s arms are pulled over head as he pulls her free of her tank top. A small happy huff falls from her lips when she succeeds in her task of striping Ramza first.

Score 1 for Yuffie.

Her arms remain out of his way as he works on her shorts. They weren’t too difficult to remove so She waits, her fingers trailing over his chest stopping just at his waist. His question makes her pause, her dark eyes looking into his while she pants softly against his lips.] Have you forgotten the deal?

[Her fingers slowly begin to draw circles just beneath his navel as she continues, her words rushing against his lips as she holds herself close to him.]

You win. [She pronounces softly.] We get married.

I win. [Her lips curl into a smile.] We get married but with a lot more boasting from me.

[Looking at her, clothing cast aside and her body revealed for his eyes only, takes Ramza's breath away.]

It seems to me this match can have no loser. [He smiles.]

Am I not awarded a point for first contact? [The first kiss has been his, after all.]

[He leans his head down to kiss her breast.]

Nng-

[Yuffie lets out a short breathy moan as Ramza’s lips press against her breast. Her face and chest are flushed as tendrils of electricity thrill down her limbs and prickle at her fingertips. He’s making it very difficult to think of anything except the heated pressure of his touch.

Her fingers intertwine in his hair before she pushes her hips forward to roll on top of him. Her lips curl into a smile, her eyes glittering with desire and joy.]

Nope.

[She replies coolly, her lips kissing any part of him she can reach.]

[Each of her kisses feel like a fire brand on his skin. He moans, forcing hot air into the spit-wet nipple he'd been kissing. Ramza's cock stands at alert, and he hisses as her rolling motion brings it into contact with her warm, smooth skin.]

You are...a harsh judge...my bride.

[Not that he minds. That just means he will have to work harder for a point. Her grip on his hair does not give him much room to explore, but he can at least turn to her other breast to bathe it in kisses and licks. His hands slide down to her hips, to cup at her bottom and pull her close against him.]

[Yuffie uses her hips to pin Ramza tightly against the floor. Her hand falls away from his head and presses against the dojo’s matt to keep her thin frame positioned above him. Each drag of his tongue or release of breath made her shiver and moan with pleasure. Her eyes glittered with desire as she looks down at him, her cheeks flushed as their limbs tangle together.

The heat of his skin is intoxicating and as he pulls her against him she feels every inch of his scolding length against her thigh and then against the entrance of her sex. Slick wet warmth rests along his shaft while her hips began to roll against him, her mouth posed in a teasing smile.

Yuffie drops her head by Ramza’s ear, the words exiting her lips in harsh breathy tones.]

I want you. [Each word is punctuated with a roll of her hips, slick desire coating his length and her thighs as she moves.] Ramza.

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