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oc kiss week 2025

dance dance revolution!! ✨️⚘️

smooches for my dance partners, @hythlodaes' emile jenidaut and @galadae's calantha lenn 💜❤️💕

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV | Words: 527 | Read on Ao3

Calantha Lenn x Hien Rijin | romance Ranting: T. Fluff, established relationship, sparring

Stress Relief

Calantha is somewhere between aggravated, alarmed and saddened – not that she perhaps would use those words herself. She mostly just finds herself weary, and glad she has the time to see Hien, her stress lifting as soon as she sat foot in the Kienkan. Even if she does, perhaps, slam the shoji open with more force than strictly necessary.

“Calantha!” Hien looks up from the scroll he’s been reading, and smiles at her. She doesn’t even resist the urge to smile back, some of her annoyance dissipating at the sight of him. “How you are you?”

“Fine,” she replies. Really, she is. “And you?”

Hien nods, rolls up his scrolls and stands. “To be forthright, I need to stretch my legs – too many missives today.”

He reaches for her, and presses a soft kiss to her lips.

“Do you care to spar, Calantha? I could use the exercise.”

Calantha considers. She is tired, but restless.

“Not afraid I will injure your pride?”

“We will see.”

~

They warm up both of them, the luxury of having time to stretch and not rushing into battle. Calantha picks a simple lance, and Hien a training katana.

“Ready?” Hien asks, and Calantha realizes she is more than, bouncing on her feet, restlessness winning over her tiredness.

Hien charges her, and she jumps, avoiding his swing. It’s a rush next; attack and dodge, weapons connecting, retreat and attack, strike and parry. She thinks she gets a hit in or two, but Hien doesn’t flinch and presses on, likewise managing a strike on her, the blunt weapon striking across her thigh.

Hien grins at her, and presses his advantage, but Calantha flips out of his way, landing solidly in the empty training yard. She wipes sweat off her brow, and their dance begins anew. Now, Calantha takes the time to assess the battlefield, determined not to let Hien get the upper hand. She knows his fighting style, as well as he knows hers. Considering, she vaults back when he advances, twisting herself to avoid crashing into a training dummy. Hien advances again, his gaze blazing, almost like a physical caress.

It wouldn’t serve to get distracted now. She goes on the offense, thrusting her lance with a renewed fierceness. Thrust and counter. Thrust and counter.  When Hien takes a step back, she presses, and jumps.

Calantha has him against the wall, the tip of her lance pressed against his throat. She looks down at him with a feral smile, and Hien swallows and licks his lips.

“You got me, Calantha.”

She breathes out, a hard puff, and tosses her lance to the ground.

“And your pride?”

“Hale and well.” He drops the katana, and puts his hands around her waist. “You did not have me on the ground.”

She bends her head and kisses him, hard and rough at first, but she slows when he melts under her, giving and giving and giving. Calantha feels much less tired and far more calm when they finally break the kiss apart, and she pulls him as close as she can.

“I think you tricked me,” she says.

Hien smiles into her collarbone.