A Short Rest

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GUESS WHAT I'VE WRITTEN NOW?
... yep, you've guessed it. MORE FISH AND JAMES CONTENT. Now, they actually have a ship name-- Cinner XD Anyway, this takes place in the midst of Quiescent Kingdom session 7. But the best part is, this is canon! They actually kissed and made out in game. And yep, Fish also managed to squeeze in a little song of rest, too.

So, today's little fic also comes with a bit of bonus audio content!

A Short Rest

They hobbled out of the armory, Fish holding James by the hip as the tiefling’s hand clutched on to the taller merfolk’s shoulder for support. In his left, bloodied hand, he clutched the ornate dagger Lazrae had surrendered to him upon their victory. While the merfolk managed to get out unscathed, James was a bloodied mess, barely surviving after withstanding several stabs and blows to his body. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and the cotton shirt beneath his leather armor showed a few red stains from where the bleeding had spread.

A moment after they had left the guards and the beaten Lazrae, James managed to speak up as he pocketed the dagger, looking up at his taller companion.

“Hey… I couldn’t have done that without you,” his smile was weak, yet victorious—clearly he was a man with pride and resolve.

The merfolk smiled back, feeling some warmth collect in their chest. They stopped moving then. “Oh, darling…”

Perhaps just happy about the win over such a difficult situation and cautious over their friend’s wounded state, Fish leaned in to press a kiss against James’ temple. The moment they pulled away, though, the tiefling turned and moved the hand from Fish’s shoulder to their cheek so he could pull them down and catch their lips. It was a simple kind of kiss—simply lip against lip, one soft and supple and the other a little rougher and wet with some blood from the earlier fight.

After a moment, Fish pulled away, leaving James a little puzzled at first as he seemed to be ready to give more. Hands shifted from the tiefling’s waist to his hands and Fish pulled him into a nearby corridor where the natural light of the sun didn’t reach so well. In the cool shadows of where they hid, Fish put a hand to James’ cheek, thumb brushing away the trail of blood from the corner of his mouth. And then, they began to sing, their voice soft yet still so full of that unfulfilled desire they had been harboring towards the tiefling.

A little less conversation
And a little more touch my body;
‘coz Jasper I’m so into you, into you… into you…
((audio))

The few lines of music sent a magical sort of warmth through James’ body, revitalizing him by a little bit. At the same time, Fish dipped down to close the distance between them, capturing their partner’s mouth more passionately this time. James reciprocated, a hand coming up to caress the vestigial gills upon Fish’s neck before sliding up to the back of their head, encouraging them as their mouths met first… once, twice, and then upon the third, their tongues met.

In that moment, it was as if a fire ignited within the younger of the two. Fish’s hand around James’ hip gripped a little tighter and the hand that was once at his cheek moved down to guide James’ left hand from their waist down to the long slit at the side of their loose pants. At the sensation of bare skin against the side of their thigh, the merfolk couldn’t suppress the wanton moan that escaped their lips. The sound echoed lightly in the currently empty corridor, but it was hard for either of them to really care for it.

Mind clouded with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm, the merfolk pressed up against their partner, turning to pin him against the wall and trapping him in with an arm level with his head and pressed to the uneven stone. For a moment, the kiss was broken and Fish would have dipped in again for another round of kissing but with a soft laugh, James had moved his hands to the merfolk’s shoulders as if to stop them. Fish let out a bit of a confused sound.

“Hey… I know you want more but… Fish, I’m hurt,” James said softly, still steadying their partner.

Fish’s eyebrows furrowed, their entire face immediately going from overwhelming lust to concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Stop? Darling, I’ve wanted this, too. If I wasn’t beaten up like this, I would have absolutely started doing more with you,” James’ grip tightened a little on Fish’s shoulders. “But, you know… hey… we don’t need to go fast. We can just be like this… slow… like…”

As he spoke, the tiefling’s one hand moved up into Fish’s hair, cupping the back of their head once more and pulling them in for a series of very slow, very deliberate kisses. Fish let out a sigh against their partner’s mouth between kisses, the intense fire in them slowly being snuffed out and replaced by a more widespread warmth that flowed through their body from their fingertips to their toes. After a while, James’ free hand traced over the shape of a fin upon Fish’s shoulder. The sensation caused Fish to squirm and make a bit of a sound against his mouth once.

“Ticklish here?” James teased, running his fingers over that part of their fin once more.

Fish bit their bottom lip and squirmed, the apples of their cheeks turning a bit violet-red as they blushed. “S-shut up…” and they pressed in again for another kiss to shut both themselves and their partner up.

Now with the merfolk taking the lead, James allows himself to enjoy the attention. Compared to the unbridled hunger Fish showed earlier, this time it seemed as if they had learned from the careful way he treated them. Their kisses were slower now, taking the time to savor every moment of connection between them. Fish’s hands weren’t idle either. While one still remained against the wall as if to trap James in, the other started to explore more. Long nails, filed perfectly into rounded, elegant ends lightly traced over the tiefling’s jaw, and then his neck. Fingers toyed with the cloth of his collar, maybe a little disappointed they couldn’t explore more. Instead, it was Fish’s mouth that wandered next, drifting over to kiss up James’ jaw and over the shell of his ear. They kissed every bit of skin they could get to—a little break from giving those already swollen lips ample attention.

They take their turns, giving and receiving equally, following that same slow, steady pace James had earlier established. But the slowness didn’t mean there wasn’t some heat. At some point, James had begun touching the merfolk freely, moving both his hands into the slits at Fish’s pants and caressing the skin bared there—from the backs of their thighs up to their firm, well-shaped ass. At this, Fish definitely made a bit of a needy sound, but it didn’t bother them at all that they couldn’t go further. They were content this way: both of them just lost in their own little world, feeling only the warmth of each other amidst the cool air of the castle; hearing only the sounds of their mouths and skin and cloth; each breath drinking in the scent of the other—the light smell of smoke on James and the faint sweetness of a sea breeze and coconuts on Fish.

Their peace was then broken as a horn bellowed through every part of the castle and soldiers began to file out in the halls around their hideaway.