Penelo was coming.

He received the note hours ago; it was given to one of Balthier's associates on Arcadia's streets and planted firmly in his possession. The girl had known he would be in the city of his birth, by way of corresponding with Fran no doubt.

It was a brisk, almost demanding note for him to stay where he was at. When she arrived he almost wished he had left sooner. Thoughts of 'how are you, long time no see, and my, you've grown young lady, to -does vaan know you're here?' -crossed his mind.

Talk about cliches! He had to blink several times, as Balthier couldn't believe his eyes: little Penelo had grown up very nicely indeed, filling out in all the right places. It's not as if he hadn't noticed before; infact, it's something he's noticed in all the women he's come across: Fran and all her Viera sisters, Lady Ashe, the white cap wenches, Eliza - that little number back in Balfonheim Port, or was it - Elza? No matter, he grimly thought, perusing the way Penelo deliberately and slowly moved up the steps of his Strahl. There was still the girl in her from the days before Ashe's coronation, and the days before the trip to the floating continents; she possessed that perked up smile, upturned at the corners and her hand waved, fingers slender, kissable.

He blinked again, mouth half parted, dry. Balthier shook his head a little from the nice reverie. It was actually nice to see her. "Come to search for Vaan did you?" It wasn't exactly what he wanted to say; looking directly down at the snugly suit she wore, now accentuating more than just a mere girlish figure. Penelo had grown a little around the chest; her hips and waist quite eye-catching. If she kept this up, she'd rival Fran's. He cleared his throat; his mind was wandering and there was something more to the Rabanastre girl.

"Nice to see you too, Balthier." She said, her arms crossed, hip out. "And no, I'm not here for Vaan. I know where he is."

The hip had leaned against his ship's doorway, along with the rest of her body and the pirate in him raised a sleek brow.

"Ah, and he didn't come with you, did he?" Balthier's smooth voice lowered, deepened, "No matter, it's all very nice to see you, but I'm afraid you've caught me at a bad time." He raised his hand to inspect his fingernails; a subconscious act that perhaps allieviated some distraction.

His head turned, profile etched against the shadowy dark of the Strahl's interior. "You see, Fran's not here, and I'm about to pick her up at the Port."

Penelo pushed her way in, "I'll go with you. I haven't been in the Strahl for a long long time."

Edging her way in, the touch of her body created an electrical surge; though, both clothed with high temperatures outside and in, their contact brought a sensual heat. Balthier raised both brows, reaching to the tops of his hairline. "Oh how very convenient, and while Fran's away, you're going to seduce me while the Strahl's on auto-drive?"

He had said it out loud; not once to avoid sexual tension, Balthier's little comment was a little more than the truth.

Penelo giggled, showing that side of her he remembered so well. Her finger reaching up to place between a full mouth, "You said it. I know this ship inside and out. I know for a fact you can have this ship steered to the direction of most anywhere in the map. Yes, most.'

"You forget..." He said brusquely, walking past her and slamming the panel door so that the entrance closed, confining them into semi-darkness. "I'm still captain of this ship, young lady, and..."

He was stopped by a small hand upon his chest. He looked down and the amused expression returned. "If you're here to seduce me, I'm afraid we'll be leaving two very close friends heartbroken." Then as if he were snapped out of a trance, gently reached up to grab her fingers, extracting them away from his person. "Now how would you feel if we had to dry their tears with just the hankercheif I leant you years ago?"

She snorted, lips smirking, "Balthier, I want - " her mouth parting, lashes fluttered slowly; the near presence of her biggest crush right here, in private was more than she could take.

The intensity was overwhelming and Penelo felt - couldn't understand why her fanciful feelings for the pirate never left. Even after being with Vaan; it just wasn't the same.

"Yes?" He lifted a brow, "You want?" He realized he hadn't released her fingers. Perhaps he needed alone time to get rid of unneeded tension. It didn't help matters having Penelo in his personal space without no one around.

"Please, don't make me beg. I want a ride." The salvo was fired. Penelo's eyes were shining bright with the light from the windows by the cockpit to illuminate. Determination strained her composure. "It's just that - I haven't seen Fran in a long time." And the last lie spilled from her lips. To justify, her body leaned towards his, swaying too close.

The girl wanted a ride, and nothing but his would do. So with a little bit of persuasion, and maybe the way her eyes took on that sad look brought the flat of his hand on the panel, and the hatch was open to his quarters. She happily went in, knowing the way, as comfortably as her small form would take.

Balthier looked back, his glance searched for a slither of tall ears to order, dark skinned, lovely, finding she wasn't there; she's in the Port for the god's sakes. Not that it mattered, he was the captain of his own ship and this slip of a girl was a friend, a long time friend. But the years, the few in between brought her facial structure no older than the days before Ashe was crowned. However, there was a sense of maturity in her, and perhaps that was in the lay of her boldness.

"Don't you want to view the cock-pit?" He told her, his head nodding in the direction of the Strahl's new upholstery. Penelo was about to sit down on what looked to be a cot, half way - then straightened.

"Alright."

Balthier had admired the girl's spunk, her cheery smile, to the way she brought the curve of her katana blade to an enemy long gone; happy that she had taken the reigns of her relationship with Vaan a step closer. That boy, he mused - was clueless to most things and Penelo, bless her, could show him a thing or two without realizing that she was the lead in the relationship, not Vaan. Talented to a T, he couldn't help but be glad she asked, nearly begged for a ride.

"So, how's the Strahl been doing?" She tried for pleasant conversation this time. Her eyes strayed quickly to the closed door, hoping it remained closed and that they would be soon flying. On auto-pilot.

"The Strahl's the same as always, with a few touch ups as you can see." he motioned to the new lights overhead; the smell of newly furnished upholstery, giving a more masculine scent to the interior, so closely resembling his own. Penelo unconsciously breathed in, wetting her lips. Balthier noticed all the small things and stopped himself. She moved ahead, looking around, nodding in approval at the changes.

He was behind her, towering over her tiny form; she looking up, adoringly by the looks of it, smiled brightly. "Oh Balthier, it's really wonderful. Vaan has always looked up to you, you know....sometimes, he wishes he had been able to get the to level of piracy the way you have." Penelo's hand had reached up again, fingers playing with the front of his vest. His white shirt was partly open, ironically, giving the girl some easy access to touch his bare chest allowed. He hadn't even turned on the lights yet, temptingly enjoying the company of her lavish adoration.

He could feel the bumps rising from the tension, the immediate forbidding knowledge of doom, of what would come if he did what he shouldn't do. Always meandering to and fro from sky to sky, changing themes of glorious canvases belonging to several gods; he could find some kind of reckless abandon staring straight with his hands on the Strahl's wheel.

Then she was here, and there; always hovering about like some school girl still not out of her pubes; but, oh she was definitely past budding. Balthier couldn't expect much more haste than the appearance of her quickened dance, strolling through his fires and tides of fate. It was just as well.

She stood against the backdrop of the Strahl's interior, darker still with the dew of the black mist, almost purple. It should teach him a lesson if she refused him, and should. If he gave her what she wanted, and what he obviously wanted. Balthier was already feeling the tightness of his pants, cursing himself silently at the lack of control.

"Balthier," she breathed, her scent overwhelming, like fresh spring, all vanilla and no spice. Hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his pants; Penelo boldly pulled his body closer, hoping against all hope that he wouldn't release her, wouldn't push her away. She had longed for him from afar, more so than she had with anyone she's ever met. It was almost too startling, when he hesitantly paused, bringing his strong hands up, as if to push her away; yet, it was his low growl, his groan that made her heart beat fast.

For a split second he was rigid, then he brought his lips close to hers. In Balthier's mind, his excuse was - he would just show her a little taste, give her what she wanted. Then tell her politely, ever so sweetly in the most unpainful way that he just wasn't the type to stain relationships between friends.

He wasn't always honourable, gods willing; he was too carefree, too independent of the restraints of human relationships, or of the Viera kind. But her body, the fullness of her breasts felt really good. She liked it that her moans were persistent, her hips pushing against his, until he could no longer hide the hardness. Balthier liked what he saw, loved the feel of her feminine form under his roaming hands, enjoyed the way she gasped when he pinched the nipples lightly, playfully. Then, with professional ease, slid his hand to the curve of her small waist, easing it further down to the fullness of her bottom. Just enough to push them up, pulling her hips to his straining cock.

Soon, everything was a blur, their lips locked; their tongues played and she moaned against his mouth. He grunted, frustrated almost at the way their clothes were in the way. Losing all coherent thought from his mind, blasting all other morals he would have this day. Their bodies reached the back of the Strahl, finding refuge in a well placed comfortable cot, sheets pulled as the weight pushed.

And very quickly, Penelo was naked on top of him, and her smallness didnt seem too small as she agressively pulled his trousers down, springing up the Balthier's towering penis. Her eyes grew wide with pleasure, her wide mouth making him groan, just thinking of those pretty lips around the length of him. "Oooohhhh Balthier, look at what we have here...."

Drawing her hand down, the tiny hand clasped around him, making him shudder. But she had other plans, and Balthier was holding her hips, wanting whatever she wanted. Penelo moaned sexily, purring and whispering naughty things that even he was brought to blushing. His need strained, was on the braking point.

He breathed harshly, panting out: "Please, Penelo, have a bit of mercy here."

Penelo hushed him immediately with a kiss, sucking his lips, wanting his slick tongue; their passionate smacks; the sounds and hushed twirling; the playful tease of their kisses brought him to urge her naked hips over his straining penis. The tip of his member at the entrance of her wet bottom - her lips - brought him to arch his hips up, until with glorious mercy she gripped him with her slickened heat.

She rode him hard. Bopping her lithe small body up and down, her pussy walls clamped over him like a vise, sliding down the long and thick of him. She was moaning loudly, and he, the Sky Pirate grit his teeth, perspiration falling around his forehead, feeling the hot walls of her pretty tight hole that he nearly came. His balls tightened, and she was relentless, even when he tried to stop her movement, slow them down with his two hands. His grip around her small waist hadn't stopped her from pushing down, gripping her muscles around him, all of him, until she hit bottom. The sound of fucking echoed in the room and the smacking noises of their union hit skin on skin.

There was sweet sweat so sheen covering her naked breasts, and Balthier pulled her body down to suck on those tempting hard nipples. Penelo obliged, wanting his lips to cover her breasts, and this was the only way to make her slow her movement. The sliding of her inner walls around him slowed enough for him to ease his grip, bring his eager lips to her waiting nipples. She moaned again as he suckled hard, making smacking noises, pulling gently on the hardened buds.

Then Penelo cried out, gasping, "Suck me while I fuck you hard and fast, Balthier!"

"By the gods, woman, I never knew you to be so demanding," He huffed through gritted teeth.

She didn't wait for him to hold on to her waist tight, because Penelo was already at position, bringing her ass up high and slid down fast. Again, they made those fucking noises, too embaressing if not for their intense need, if not for the way Balthier's cock twitched and his balls tightened. He wanted to cum, shoot his hot seed all over, inside her, hoping to fuck her again after this. He wanted to feel her tight little pussy gripping again and for that, he groaned shakily.

Penelo shuddered as well, pushing her nipple against his lips, opening mouth again to suckle hard at those delicious nubs. They didn't know how long they've been at it, just wanted it to last a long time, enjoy their sweating bodies and the pull of their union.

"Gods, Penelo," He suckled her nipple, his mouth moving, "Mmmmm, gods, I'm going to explode here, give me a little pity." And indeed, he'd be in pain if he didn't cum all over her now. All he could think of, was the way she felt, the way she fit him so tight, so right....making him extremely horny for more.

Balthier's hands had placed a temporary imprint on her pale rosy skin, along the side of her waist, gripped harder as he pushed her body down hard. She complied, her head over his, moving back and forth from the violence. Penelo felt the shaking, the shivering, not giving up on the grip of her muscles clasping him all around until she could feel the way he quaked, crying out loud.

They both shuddered violently. Penelo kept up the pace, moving up and down, back and forth, harder and faster until the ebbing of passion subsided, slowing their breaths. She knew she was going to be so sore after this, knowing that something so big like Balthier's penis was going to rip her apart.

She did want this, not caring, and knowing that perhaps, even in her befuddled sexed crazed mind, she was probably a lot tighter than Fran would ever be. Perhaps, in the haze of her jealousy, she imagined that Fran's hips and measure amounted to fit Balthier's penis perfectly. And perhaps why he kept the Viera on. Penelo knew those two are the best of friends and now, seeing and feeling the Sky pirate's privates for herself, she felt the green dark head of possessiveness.

Penelo lay atop him, could hear the loud beating of his heart, and her breasts now flat against his hard chest felt really good. She wanted to lay this way forever. Content to bask in the steely length of him, smell the salty spice of him - like the ocean and the sky together.

"Balthier..." She said, sprawling languidly on his naked form; she was breathless as he and her fingers trailed the sweaty line of his red-brick side burns.

"Mmmmm? Yes, you wicked nymph." He countered playfully, teasingly, his body exhausted beyond anything.

"Can we do this again and again?" There was an eager look on that sweet sweat-stained face, "I want to do another position!"

There's several moments of silence. In another second, he gruffly said, "With your other hand playing with my balls, you're about to get your wish, young lady."

In another few minutes, the sound of sheets ruffled, skin moving against wet skin and kisses echoed against the Strahl's walls. Soon, the familiar sound of their fucking blocked out all other noise.