Title: Cold
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Prompt: Temperature Play for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Pair: Snow/Stiria/Nix
Wordcount: 745
For them, it was just harmless play.
It had been a long time since anyone had called out to them, and Stiria could not deny that the human was attractive in the ways of his sort. Though she was more amused by Nix’s fascination than anything.
He did not call them out often, not as often as they wanted, not while awake, but they were part of him, and were never far away. So sometimes, they reached out for him.
Sometimes, it was just a brush of their hand from where they rested, a touch of cold that would leave goosebumps behind and make him shiver. Never during a fight, but when the group was walking, or eating, something simply, mundane, they would touch him, ghosting a hand over his skin. When that happened, Snow would just chuckle and promise his ‘girls’ that they could come out and fight later.
When they did fight, it was great fun. Snow would settle on them, and while both of them radiated cold, Stiria could tell that he enjoyed being on them like this, tearing over the ground, feeling their chill creep up his body, and the vibration of their engine. It was amusing that human males never changed, and she and Nix both giggled over the inevitable reactions that seemed to happen when their bonded was one. Snow was no exception, and he always murmured something about wishing Serah was there with him.
Once, they even played in the water, appearing and splashing some in the pool that Snow was bathing in. Stiria smiled faintly as he begged his ladies to not freeze the water too much, as he didn’t feel like freezing off parts that he still wanted to keep. Nix had skated over the top of the water, the liquid freezing into ice, but just under her feet, and she traced her fingers over Snow’s face, so much curiosity on her own face. There was always the worry that her impressionable younger sister would fall in love with a human, and Stiria wondered if it wouldn’t happen this time.
Especially when Snow took her hand and kissed it, still naked in the rapidly cooling water. Frost curled up his fingertips, along his lips, just delicate traces of it. “If I didn’t have my Serah, I’d be hard pressed to not chase you around,” he said with a roguish grin. It was easy for both the sisters to see that they did have an effect on him. Nix giggled, and then vanished. Stiria faded from sight, but stayed, and watch the human trace his fingers over his lips, frost melting. He walked into one of the spots where the ice still sat on the surface and in that cold spot dealt with that hardness between his thighs. Stiria never understood the obsession over that part, but all human males that she had met were obsessed with it. She knew what it was used for, but as creature of magic, she did not breed that way.
Nix’s favorite way to play was at night. Invisible, silent, she would settled next to Snow, not waking the other humans or drawing in the attention of those who watched for danger, and she would trace her fingers over his clothing. Over them, frost appeared again, circling, teasing, sinking through the clothing against his skin. Where she could find bare skin, like where his shirt rucked up, or even on the nights he was just in his pants, she traced her fingers over that skin, watching the decorative patterns of frost appear, his body reacting to the cold. His skin tightened, the tiny bumps spreading from the thin lines of frost.
Like her sister, Nix did not understand why human males obsessed like they did over parts of their body, but she did enjoy the sounds he made, small and soft, as she traced her frost along the front of his pants. The change there always fascinated. He grew hard, hot, and she teased more cold over him. He’d shift, pressing against her fingers, and she would respond with more chill. It eventually always ended the same. Hot wetness across the front of his pants, and she would always kiss him there, marveling in the heat that he could put off.
With that warmth still on her lips, she’d vanish back to her sister, and both of them would wait until they were called or until they grew bored once more.
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artimusdinPrompt: Temperature Play for
kink_bingoFandom: Final Fantasy XIII
Pair: Snow/Stiria/Nix
Wordcount: 745
For them, it was just harmless play.
It had been a long time since anyone had called out to them, and Stiria could not deny that the human was attractive in the ways of his sort. Though she was more amused by Nix’s fascination than anything.
He did not call them out often, not as often as they wanted, not while awake, but they were part of him, and were never far away. So sometimes, they reached out for him.
Sometimes, it was just a brush of their hand from where they rested, a touch of cold that would leave goosebumps behind and make him shiver. Never during a fight, but when the group was walking, or eating, something simply, mundane, they would touch him, ghosting a hand over his skin. When that happened, Snow would just chuckle and promise his ‘girls’ that they could come out and fight later.
When they did fight, it was great fun. Snow would settle on them, and while both of them radiated cold, Stiria could tell that he enjoyed being on them like this, tearing over the ground, feeling their chill creep up his body, and the vibration of their engine. It was amusing that human males never changed, and she and Nix both giggled over the inevitable reactions that seemed to happen when their bonded was one. Snow was no exception, and he always murmured something about wishing Serah was there with him.
Once, they even played in the water, appearing and splashing some in the pool that Snow was bathing in. Stiria smiled faintly as he begged his ladies to not freeze the water too much, as he didn’t feel like freezing off parts that he still wanted to keep. Nix had skated over the top of the water, the liquid freezing into ice, but just under her feet, and she traced her fingers over Snow’s face, so much curiosity on her own face. There was always the worry that her impressionable younger sister would fall in love with a human, and Stiria wondered if it wouldn’t happen this time.
Especially when Snow took her hand and kissed it, still naked in the rapidly cooling water. Frost curled up his fingertips, along his lips, just delicate traces of it. “If I didn’t have my Serah, I’d be hard pressed to not chase you around,” he said with a roguish grin. It was easy for both the sisters to see that they did have an effect on him. Nix giggled, and then vanished. Stiria faded from sight, but stayed, and watch the human trace his fingers over his lips, frost melting. He walked into one of the spots where the ice still sat on the surface and in that cold spot dealt with that hardness between his thighs. Stiria never understood the obsession over that part, but all human males that she had met were obsessed with it. She knew what it was used for, but as creature of magic, she did not breed that way.
Nix’s favorite way to play was at night. Invisible, silent, she would settled next to Snow, not waking the other humans or drawing in the attention of those who watched for danger, and she would trace her fingers over his clothing. Over them, frost appeared again, circling, teasing, sinking through the clothing against his skin. Where she could find bare skin, like where his shirt rucked up, or even on the nights he was just in his pants, she traced her fingers over that skin, watching the decorative patterns of frost appear, his body reacting to the cold. His skin tightened, the tiny bumps spreading from the thin lines of frost.
Like her sister, Nix did not understand why human males obsessed like they did over parts of their body, but she did enjoy the sounds he made, small and soft, as she traced her frost along the front of his pants. The change there always fascinated. He grew hard, hot, and she teased more cold over him. He’d shift, pressing against her fingers, and she would respond with more chill. It eventually always ended the same. Hot wetness across the front of his pants, and she would always kiss him there, marveling in the heat that he could put off.
With that warmth still on her lips, she’d vanish back to her sister, and both of them would wait until they were called or until they grew bored once more.