#frauron

@immortalguardian

Fran slowly blinks at him before a small smile appears on her lips. There was no extreme possessiveness in his voice. All she could hear...was a fact.

Without a word, she slides her arms around his neck and gently rests her forehead against his before slightly brushing her nose over his.

-casual flashbacks of our times where Fran got hurt-

I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP

As I do, my dear partner in crime. As I do... 

He always woke up before her and it was now a reflex to pull her closer to his side if she was not snuggled against him already. As he buried his nose into her white hair, a smile appeared on his lips while his eyes were still closed. Auron enjoyed more than anything this quiet moment with her in the morning, remembering why he loved her by hearing her breath, smelling her soft hair and sliding his hand down the curves of her body.

For the last few years, she had been wearing a light tank top to sleep, but she was still naked pass that. As for him, he had grown to like the intimacy between them. It took him a long time though, but she was a model of patience and sweetness with him.

At the beginning of their relationship, she was most likely the one starting the events that led them to bed afterwards. Now, he was not afraid to say he had his equal share of asking such things from her, like he was doing right now. His hand left the fabric of her cloth to meet her skin, going down more and more. Very slowly.

Fran moaned softly at his touch, slowly waking up. She was used to the guardian pulling her closer, but he usually asked for a kiss or two before letting her sleep some more as he started the day. But she welcomed his initiative, eagerly waiting for his fingers to reach down her spot between her legs...

And then, everything stopped when they both heard light footsteps rushing toward their bed.

A set of white ears and a pair of eyes rose from the edge of the bed on Auron’s side. The young viera, a girl of about 4 years old, looked at her father, asking silently for the permission to climb. The old warrior smiled.

“Good morning, Aiko,” he said with his usual gruff voice. “Yes, you may,” he added as he sat up. The child bounced once and climbed into the bed with her worn malboro plushie. The swordsman helped her to settle on his lap and gave her a big bear hug.

“Papa,” she whispered, “is mama awake?”

“Yes, she is.”

“Oh...”

“She will come join us soon enough.” He ruffles his little girl’s hair. It made her laugh, as expected. “Come. Let’s see who else is awake in the village.”

“Ok!” She jumped down the bed and hurried outside. Auron chuckled at her enthusiasm and bent down to kiss Fran on the cheek.

“Don’t think you have escaped me, sky pirate. I shall capture you during our daily walk,” he told her with a grin, knowing fully she was awake. His only answer was a hand caressing his cheek. He hummed at her touch and got out of bed.

Fran heard him dressing up before he left the tent. Such a peaceful life she led now. Balthier would never believe it. And yet, here she was, in Besaid, a village she called home now. Happy and free. And married again. Who would have though? Not her, that was for sure.

Send 💓 for my muses reaction to yours listening to their heart beat.

As much as she could, she tried to catch her breath. How Auron managed to exhaust her like this was beyond her. But how surprisingly satisfying. Without a doubt, she was a good teacher, but he was a student more than willing to learn how to please her when they were alone and behind closed doors.

She was already drifting into sleep when she felt a weight on her chest. She lazily opened her eyes and saw her lover’s head resting comfortably between her breasts, his breathing still fast from their lovemaking. A smile appeared immediately on her lips. His rough beard on her delicate skin became such a comforting touch over time.

Without a word, she gathered her arms around him and let a hand play with his salt and pepper hair. Both of them were sweaty, the poor fan on the ceiling barely making the job to refresh the air of their room. But it didn’t matter. It was not like they couldn’t sleep without bed sheets.

His leg moved over hers and his arm found its way around her waist, but his head remained on her chest. They had no need for words. The closeness and how strong his hold was around her was enough. The faint beating of his own heart reminded her that he was alive and she knew she wouldn’t have any nightmare that night.

[Text]: And night sex.

So were his words as she looked at the road ahead of them, a simple ring on her left ring finger. And it was true. They could go anywhere they wanted. Do whatever they wanted. No bounties on her head. No incredible title following him like his shadow.

She would allow herself this moment of peace and happiness. More than anything, she wanted to enjoy every second life would give her with him.

“That is true…but there’s something that must be done first.”

//perhaps not his sword, but she’d definitely wear his coat -creys-

(But let’s be honest: she would wear his coat when he was alive. >3 Maybe during the rare mornings she would wake up before him or he would put them around her shoulders at night while they stargazing because he doesn’t want her to catch a cold or while waiting for him to come back from his morning runs -whispers- probably naked underneath it...

(WOU-OUH!)

The ship is my: everything

I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together

Children: No | Yes | They’d think about it

General Opinion:

These two old people together are just perfect for each other. Tons of stories to tell, love to drink for fun, adventure is in their blood and two super badasses. I mean, even their fighting skills are complementary!