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an overabundance of mana
Jul. 18th, 2014 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spunkyninjaFor all intents and purposes, Yuffie's predicament wasn't so bad. Getting tied to a guy she'd never met as part of a greater problem she didn't want to think about, it was within reason for her to be frustrated about it. Over time she warmed up to the idea of having a partner of sorts dealing the sort of shockers that came with it, say the whole need to deal with mana.
Magic wasn't anything new to her. Life prior to meeting Arthur had its share of magic, just not the sort of magic that took more intimate acts to replenish. Again, Yuffie got over it with the passing of time. He was cute, muscled without being overly so, and kinda old fashioned in a charming way when she could understand what he meant.
Replenishing mana didn't require sex, but it turned into a staple after a few rounds. Yuffie was adventurous, young, and down right needy at times; plus it was the greater good and all that jazz.
Their residence was remote thanks to her family's connections, arguably too large for two people. It granted space when either of them needed it and sometimes her mouth could run off enough to call for some space. It's been more than a few days since their spat, a few hours since she's said sorry, and a few minutes since she's pushed him to a wall with the intent of making up for lost mana.
Or not, make up sex was good to.
"Why do you insist on wearing complicated clothing?" She grumbled trying gain access to his torso, namely the toned abs she's missed in the last few days of ignoring. Her shorts as ever were cut short and her shirt barely covering her stomach. Less clothing left her feeling less constricted, but for the moment she's far more concerned getting him undressed and teased before taking anything off herself.
Magic wasn't anything new to her. Life prior to meeting Arthur had its share of magic, just not the sort of magic that took more intimate acts to replenish. Again, Yuffie got over it with the passing of time. He was cute, muscled without being overly so, and kinda old fashioned in a charming way when she could understand what he meant.
Replenishing mana didn't require sex, but it turned into a staple after a few rounds. Yuffie was adventurous, young, and down right needy at times; plus it was the greater good and all that jazz.
Their residence was remote thanks to her family's connections, arguably too large for two people. It granted space when either of them needed it and sometimes her mouth could run off enough to call for some space. It's been more than a few days since their spat, a few hours since she's said sorry, and a few minutes since she's pushed him to a wall with the intent of making up for lost mana.
Or not, make up sex was good to.
"Why do you insist on wearing complicated clothing?" She grumbled trying gain access to his torso, namely the toned abs she's missed in the last few days of ignoring. Her shorts as ever were cut short and her shirt barely covering her stomach. Less clothing left her feeling less constricted, but for the moment she's far more concerned getting him undressed and teased before taking anything off herself.
