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Soft Romance
By : ThePhizz
Category: +S to Z > Slayers
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November 12:-Lina/Gourry: Seduction, bad girl, erotic lingerie, blow-job. Lina is a bit tired of Gourry's soft romance and tries to make the first move playing a bit rough.

The fill:

This thing was, Lina wanted to scream at her giggling friends during the wedding, Gourry was a gentleman. It wasn’t her fault he’d been raised to be some uptight, respectable knight-in-shining-armor type. Blame his parents, and especially his grandmother. Not like Lina was entire blind, deaf, and stupid to all the rumors, the snide smirks, Gourry’s lingering stares, the times where they were alone and before something romantic, like a bonfire and they’d lean into each other, that he’d chased after her practically through Hell itself…she knew how Gourry felt and was willing to admit that perhaps she felt the same. She wouldn’t have used the Giga Slave for just anyone--But you couldn’t shriek that sort of thing at a wedding, so Lina bit her tongue.

She watched Filia and Xellos get married, and waited for that Hell Gourry had saved her from to just freeze over right now. Can’t believe they got married, before—before, well, any of us. It was humiliating in its own strange, strange way. Maybe the champagne was finally working, because she no longer felt like leaping off the bench and running out of the inn. Like Zelgadiss had tried to do, only to fall over a pew, and for Amelia to jump on his back and hold him in place for the ceremony.

At least they weren’t in some temple doing this—if Xellos could even enter such a building. Who knew, anymore what the Mazoku was capable of. Filia and Xellos. Goddamn.

It wasn’t even like one of them was ‘in a family way’ as was the discreet term used in Zelphilia. Neither of them appeared to be pregnant at all, and there was no older golden dragon, or Zelas, holding a sharp pitchfork aimed at the couple, as a warning to nicely say their vows and make everything tidy and legal.

They did look cute together, if you didn’t know them. Amelia wouldn’t stop grinning and laughing, holding the eerily small Val in one arm, and in the corner of the room, Zelgadiss uncorked another wine bottle. Where he’d gotten it, she wasn’t entire sure. Gourry was smiling, a little amused. When he leaned towards her, it took a lot of will to not kiss him as the Golden Dragon and the monster were to do in a few more short verses. Her heart would probably stop at that part, and Zelgadiss would keel over from the stroke he was building up, as Gourry and Amelia cheered.

So, why isn’t it us, up there, huh, Gourry? It might be worth saying it just to see his face. All this bullshit, the huge walls she’d built up to stave off admitting how she felt, it was all being cast aside. Xellos and Filia got married before us. That’s just not acceptable.

I mean, maybe Amelia and Zelgadiss could just hitched before us, because she’s a princess and all that, but c’mon. Filia. And. Xellos.

Despicable, how pathetic and cowardly we both are. Enough is enough.

Her heart burned with indignation, and she nearly wanted to jump atop a table and do a pose she’d borrowed from Amelia, Gourry Gabriev, you are mine!

In the name of my awesomeness, I declare that tonight will be the night I finally claim you. In every way. Every. Single. Way.

With that in mind, she kept from vomiting at the sight of Filia and Xellos kissing, for a long, long time, and instead took Gourry’s large warm hand in hers. Lina could even congratulate them, rather than grabbing the blonde woman by the shoulders and shaking her for an answer, as she’d done when overhearing her asking the innkeeper if he could officially declare someone a marriage. Xellos seemed calm, not sick from all the goodwill and cheer, and was mumbling something into Filia’s ear that made Lina shudder just over speculation as to what that might be.

She clung, firmly and strongly, to how plans. Tonight, she would casually knock on his door and ask if she could come him. He would admire her calmness, never suspecting what she wanted. Until she’d sit on his bed and raise an eyebrow, draw him close and—finally, finally—kiss him. And he’d be all freaked out, hey, there, Lina, or maybe he’d understand there was no need to use that empty head anymore and he’d keep his mouth shut. Then the clothes would come off, the tantalizing removal of his armor and of those somewhat loose pants and shirt that didn’t hide enough to deter her, yank off her clothes in a way he’d find adorable, everything thrown about without a certain annoying Saillune princess complaining. How his breathe would catch in his throat at the sight of her, nude, bared, before him: the great Lina Inverse in his bed.

Then, then he’d never voice another word of complaint about her breasts ever again.

All the old arguments about not wanting to risk his safety by having him become a target as Lina Inverse’s lover, the fears of what this could do to their friendship, could she even make him happy as a girlfriend, what her family would say disappeared. She held Val and agreed with Amelia somewhat that he was pretty cute now, laughed over how insane this all way and toasted Filia and Xellos with Zelgadiss’ stolen wine, and even agreed to help cover the cost of the wedding cake, ignoring the suspicious stares from everyone. What a relief this was going to be, to finally have Gourry in all the ways their friends and acquaintances already believed to have happened between them already.

When Amelia led the tipsy flustered Zelgadiss, who kept jabbering on about the princess saying something about wanting to be a bride, Lina knew it was time. The world turned golden, and beautiful. Like Gourry’s hair, and she didn’t gag over thinking such a thing.

It was such a lovely moment, despite the horror of seeing Filia and Xellos kissing and flirting. It seemed even Fate and the Gods supported her, as no one saw her inspected the wedding presents and sneaking a flat package into one of her cape’s pockets.

By the time evening had arrived, she had to shove/bribe/threaten/pay for another room to get Amelia out of the way. Even after dropping little hints that made the princess flush with delight until Lina attempted to kick her through the door, Amelia had continued to not leave. “Oh, Miss Lina, I’m so glad—“

“Get out!”

“No, really, Xellos and Filia kept saying how crazy it was that you still hadn’t gotten together, even though I tried to explain,” she went on, hands fastened to either side of the doorway. “that you’re kinda afraid and insecure. But they kept going on about what a coward you were being. But now you’re going to be with Mister Gourry!”

She had that alarming starry-eyed look, no matter how hard Lina tried to pull her fingers back. “I can’t wait to tell Mister Zelgadiss. He’ll be so surprised. And he’ll have to pay me ten gold coins.”

“So you can pay me back for the room. With interest,” Lina assured her, before finally prying her loose.

“It’s so amazing that you finally admitted how you feel!”

“Why are you still here, Amelia?”

“Do you want candles? Ooooh, maybe some rose petals? And Mister Zelgadiss can play guitar in the next room.”

“Enough! OUT!”

She dusted her hands off when the priestess was shoved into the hallway with a squeal of, “remember to be nice to him, Miss Lina! No biting!” that Lina had to pretend not to have heard as she slammed the door shut. Then she gazed about the bedroom, and declared it both clean enough to get naked in, and large enough to roll around in without fear of anyone’s hair getting caught in the furniture.

Now, all she needed was to lure Gourry into her. And remove his pants.

Without candles, though, or any flowers. All she needed was herself. Her amazing body and her courage and seductive charm. Speaking of which…

She undressed, and cursed Filia’s height. Then she had to grit her teeth, imagining Gourry seeing her in this, asking if the front was supposed to be so baggy? That bastard. All the more reason to show him exactly what he’d been missing all these years, with his gentleman act that somehow allowed for him to still insult her boobs.

When she gently tore at the bottom hem of the lingerie, , nearly tearing it in half, she decided that it was best to go along with it. Sure, its lure was less subtle now, but really, it was Gourry. Look at what her subtlety had gotten them so far: Filia and Xellos making cracks about their relationship. No, maybe this was better. It showed just short of everything, so he’d immediately get to it. It. Uh, it. It.

No, she was Lina Inverse, and no coward. Damn Amelia for putting that her in head. No one was braver than her. Why should be afraid of Gourry? And his big hands, and—it.

This was going to happen here. Right here. She ran a hand across the bed, straightening the sheets. Then tugging down the back of her outfit. Maybe right here, in this position, with this little piece pulled up. Those big hands to either side of her hip. While he spilled his guts and revealed how exactly he felt.

Lina stared at herself in the mirror resting besides the desk. She curled her hair around her fingers, then cursed and ripped her hands from the now-tangled strands. She pouted and winked at herself, and wished that Xellos (or whoever had bought this) had gotten it in black instead.

Rather than lay across the bed as she’d wanted, she found herself crouched by the door, listening to every footstep. After so many years traveling together, she knew Gourry’s footsteps. The easy scuff of leather against the floorboards, the easy, steady clomping and even distribution of weight. Nothing like Amelia’s skipping, or Filia’s stomping, or Zelgadiss’ dragging, or Xellos’ skipping. Of course she had to make sure it was him, or she’d have to fireball the lucky bastard that saw her like this—

Lina tore open the door, “Ooooh, hel-lo, Mister Gabriev.”

Thank gods it was him. Though his good-natured face was turning bug-eyed and pale.

“Lina?”

“Ye-ess?”

“Where are your clothes? Aw, did Amelia get angry at you and throw your clothes out the window again?”

“No!” Already, he was trying to ruin everything. “Just get in here!”

“Huh?”

A crude joke floated to the surface of her mind, and she tried to squash it. “Get come here. Here. In this room. With me.” Well, at least she’d tried to suppress some of it.

“Hm, okay, sure. Normally you get angry when I come in your room, start yelling about ‘your maidenly innocence!’” He threw his hands up in a parody of her yelling fits.

Well, after tonight, she would have to find something new to yell about. Gods knew Gourry would provide plenty of new ones, though. In every way.

“Lina?”

“Oh, Gourry. Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

“What?” Again, he tossed his arms up, but this time he used them to protect his face. “I didn’t even say anything about your—“

“Shut up right now. Get inside this room. And,” she took a deep breathe, “You know. Get comfortable.”

It was hard not stare down directly at his pants. And take those off. He’d probably freak out and think she’d been possessed by a ghost again.

“Gourry…well, uh, we’ve been traveling around with each other for awhile, now, huh?”

Great, just great, she was having that conversation she never wanted to have. About feelings, and all that crap. When all she wanted, and all they needed, was to remove their clothes and jump into bed together.

“Huh? Sure.” Vacantly pleasant blue eyes stared back at her, and now, crap, she was starting to blush.

“Gourry?”

“What?”

I want, I want. Spend the night. Stay here. A hundred tiny fragments of sentences and thoughts came to her, distantly. The right words existed, they did, but she had yet to find them and the right order they should go in. But they had to exist, they must or else she was going to stand here gaping at him like a total goober and how long exactly had she been standing there, doing exactly just that, and she was still doing it, still, still. Still. Say something right now. Now. Now. “Let’s have sex, okay?”

The only good part was that her voice hadn’t cracked, and she’d finally said something. The bad part was everything else.

The tall swordsman stared at her, like she’d demanded something in a language he didn’t know.

Now he wasn’t saying anything. But at least she had. Right. Ball in his court. Let him try and say something. Just let him finally speak up and be in charge of the conversation. He was good with basic stuff. He would say the right things, or just nod, or shrug and nod, and then they could move on.

But he still wasn’t saying anything. Like he was content to make her wait. Shoving the ball back at her, right in her face. Mouth gaping. Goober.

“Gourry?”

“Lina?”

Both of them sounded tentative.

“Did you understand what I said?” Surely, he had to understand what sex was, and where babies came from? Although, that would explain some things. His obviousness when it came to woman (such as Lina herself. Plus Sylphiel, gods, she’d been willing to marry the guy when they’d showed up in Sairaag before it was destroyed, again), and so much else. Not knowing what ‘the time of the month’ was? Right there, that was a giant red flag.

“Yeah. No. I got it. But wait. You want to do that? You know what that is, right?”

“Of course I know!”

“Okay then.” Gourry still looked out of sorts, as Lina’s own mother would have said.

“Okay?”

“Oh, oh. Oh, no.”

“What?”

“I, um, jeez. Lina, that’s kinda serious. And well, no offense but—“

She literally saw red flooding her vision.

“But you freak out if our hands touch at the dinner table when the others are there. I don’t think you’re ready for that. It’s okay,” the blonde reached out to muss her hair.

What kind of weirdo did something like that? “How dare you tell me what I’m ready for!?”

“I just think you’ll freak out. During. After.” He thought about it. “Before. And I don’t want to put you through that. I’m supposed to be your protector.”

“Gourry. I’m an adult. I know what I want, and well.” Yadayada, it’s you, blahblahblah

“I get that. And what with Filia and Xellos finally getting married—“

“What?”

“It stirs things up,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, okay, maybe it did a little. Stuff that was already there, and fermenting. Going rotten. Dying on the vine.”

Gourry blinked. Food metaphors were always hit or miss with him.

“Gourry. It’s time.”

He took a step back.

“It’s time, finally, that we do this. Each other. No more ignoring and pretending. Except in front of the others, except maybe Xellos because it will make him sick. And Amelia already knows.”

They looked at each other for a few moments, eyes narrowing, waiting to see who would make the first move. Every blink and twitch was scrutinized, which only brought on more squinting and muscle spasms.

Neither of them had to do anything. Instead, their friend decided the matter for them.

“What the hell?” Zelgadiss stared at them, disbelieving. Then disgusted. “Close the door, at the least!” Then he reached out with one beige arm to slam the door shut for them. He was just jealous, because he didn’t have the courage to do the same for Amelia.

“Um. Good night, Zel.” Gourry waved goodbye to the grey-faced chimera, who had kept shaking his spikey head.

“Good night for everyone.” Lina smiled at him, and ignored the way he paled. “Except maybe the other people in this inn.”

“Why? Are you going to burn something down?”

“Maybe.” A grin rose to her face, one that felt like triumph. The door was closed, and when she reached out with a warm palm, click, now it was locked. Locked in a room together, her in revealing lingerie. No escape.

“I really think we should sit down—“

“Yes, we should.” One of the bravest moments seemed to be right then as she reached out and grabbed his hand. She had to trudge up old novels, old stories, old rumors. It was hard to sound coy and pout at the same time. “I blow stuff up. All the time. That’s all I do: blow stuff.”

Those summerblue eyes were getting larger and larger. For once, he seemed to understand.

“And now, you know,” she tapped her fingers, trying not to cave in under her own growing humiliation that threatened to bury her alive like one of those avalanches that had nearly killed them all up north. “You have to punish me for that.

“Yeah. Lina Inverse: bandit killer. Dangerous stuff. And as my guardian, you have a responsibility to teach me wrong from right. And when I’m bad, you have to correct me.”

“Does that mean I can leave?”

“Gods, why can’t you just play along—you have to punish me. In that special way. The way only you can. Since you’re such a talented swordsman.” Lina leaned forward, trying to shove her boobs up. Hoping that he’d keep the cracks about them to a minimum, hoping they got bigger since the last time she’d inspected them, hoping for a couple of miracles, basically.

Okay, okay. Deep inhale. Now, all she needed was to get rid of his pants. Or remove them a little. Take it out. That part. Then he wouldn’t be able to resist her. Wasn’t that what happened in all those stories?

It was somehow really difficult to fall her knees. Lina Inverse did not beg. Even Gourry. For chocolate pudding, maybe, but not for this. “Gourry. Just. Undo your pants.” Let’s get this over with.

“Oh gods.” His eyes were huge, both twitching too. He also looked ready to fall to his knees, but to pray. Which was flattering.

Yeah, that’s right. Lina Inverse: about to engage in oral sex. That right there should be making him gibber and freak out. Rightfully. Damn rightfully.

And he did it. For once, he did exactly what she asked without any jokes or complaining, and it wasn’t a life-or-death emergency.

It was bigger and scarier than she’d prepared herself for. Even the jokes that she and the other woman had made didn’t prepare her. She summoned up memories of her victory at the Kielbasa Festival, where she’d eaten Gourry under the table. Then her mind supplies the fallout that involved vomiting for seemingly hours throughout the night that ended when Amelia and Gourry dragged her out of the bathroom.

She leaned forward, and kissed the tip. The slit in the top of him seemed to resemble a smirk. Breathe through the nose. Lina leaned forward, hoping her gag reflex would fail.

“You are so terrible. Awful. Yeah, you need to be punished.”

It took a lot not to bite down.

“Oh, Lina. Lina. This is so—and Xellos and Amelia said that you’d never do this in a million years.”

“What?”

“I’m so happy to be here. With you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Not so hard! Please. Please.”

“Just be glad that I’m not wearing any rings right now.”

“I’ll buy you some. At least one. Yeah. A wedding ring. We’ll totally get married. Xellos can marry us! And we’ll have a big wedding, invite everyone. Maybe our families, even.”

“…”

Gourry stared down, horrified. “Why’d you stop?”

“…maybe we should wait, and take things slow?”
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Soft Romance	By : ThePhizz Category: +S to Z > Slayers Views: 2422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Soft Romance