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"I want you to fuck me, Thancred."
Alisaie’s words rang in his ears like a scream, but somehow still felt too quiet to properly parse. Surely he misheard.
"I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?"
Alisaie narrowed her eyes as she took a step toward him, closing the gap between their bodies and taking hold of his collar. She was nearly as tall as he was, now. "I want you… to fuck me." She spoke the words directly into his ear, voice firm and clear. Well. She certainly wasn't being vague.
It had been some few weeks since Alisaie's final growth had begun. She'd gotten a head start on her brother, which everyone around had thanked the Twelve for - one angry, hormonal teen was enough, especially when that one was Alisaie. She stomped around their shared home damn near daily - at least, when she wasn't crying, eating, or locking herself in her room for hours at a time. Anyone in her path was at risk of catching her ire… at least, for the first couple of weeks.
After those two weeks, though, something in Alisaie’s demeanor took a strange turn. Rather than spitting venom at anyone who dared mildly inconvenience her, she suddenly became rather meek, avoiding most contact with just about anyone, lest her face turn damn near as red as her jacket. When Thancred had wondered aloud to Urianger what had suddenly changed, his face had gotten rather red, too.
Now, looking back, he felt foolish for not realizing why. It certainly made sense, now.
"Alisaie… you just think you want that because you're hormonal," Thancred explained carefully, holding up his hands as if talking down a gunman. This was, to no one's surprise, the wrong answer.
"Do you know what it's like?!" Alisaie hissed, yanking Thancred’s face closer to her own by his collar. "Hyur get to creep their way through puberty over half a damned decade. Elezen get to do it in as many months. I am more than hormonal, Thancred - I cannot sleep. I cannot concentrate. All I can focus on is the godsdamned throbbing between my legs, and I need to do something about it. I am an adult, and so are you, and you are a promiscuous adult who gets around with dozens of women. So what, pray tell, is the problem?"
Thancred blinked, eyebrows raising in surprise. She was serious about this. Dead serious. "Alisaie… I've known you since you were knee high, I can't just…" He trailed off into a sigh.
What couldn't he do? Everything he'd been fantasizing about since she'd developed the faintest hint of breasts? He'd been disgusted with himself for it for summers, trying to shove it down into the recesses of his mind. But that one simple sentence had brought it all flooding back rapidly enough to nearly sweep him off his feet.
"You can't just what, Thancred?" she demanded.
"I can't treat you like some floozy."
It was her turn to blink in surprise. For some reason, she hadn't considered this - that he respected her too much to do this. She should have guessed - he'd always been appropriate with her, but she had assumed it was merely out of obligation. But he didn't see her as a sex object, and thus, presenting herself as one was a futile effort. She'd have to try a different angle.
Brow furrowing, Alisaie's glance trailed downward, and she chewed sheepishly at the inside of her cheek. "I know, it's just… I don't know what else to do. I don't have any other prospects. G'raha is gay, Estinien is dating my brother, and Urianger is so big that he'd break me in half." Thancred scoffed. He couldn't argue with that. He examined her face, looking for signs of deception. But she wasn't lying, as far as he could tell - and he did have his Archon’s mark in such a thing. She was truly struggling.
"Please, Thancred. I don't know what to do. I feel… itchy all over, like I don't feel right in my skin. Touching myself only barely helps, and it's all I can think about."
He stared back at her for the longest time, clearly thinking this over rather thoroughly. "Is this a one-time thing?" he asked finally, and she grimaced.
"I don't know," she admitted quietly, cheeks reddening more. "I don't know if it will make me feel better until my growth evens out, or if it will only make me needier. But I have to try something. I can't live like this."
"And would this be… your first time?"
Alisaie grimaced. She should have known he'd have qualms about taking her virginity. It didn't matter much to her - it never had, even before she was overcome with these feelings - but Thancred likely wouldn't believe that. She opened her mouth, trying to find the words to convince him despite the answer being 'yes,' but she couldn't quite string them together. So, with an exasperated groan, she threw her hands up and spun on her heel to leave. "Fine. Forget it. I'll go find someone else."
But before she could march away, she felt Thancred snatch her wrist. She froze, whipping around to glare at him, but his words caught her off guard.
"That's exactly what I don't want, Alisaie. You're not thinking clearly and you're going to end up with some man who doesn't treat you with respect - or worse," he stated flatly, and Alisaie noticed that he couldn't meet her eyes. Her face burned all the way to her ears, and she looked away, too.
"Well… it's either that, or you," she said, yanking her wrist away and crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't trying to bribe him with her safety - but the painful throbbing between her thighs persisted even now, making her want to squirm in place, and leaving her without the capacity to lie about it. But for once, her shame burned a little hotter, and she ducked her head, attempting to shrink away from him. "Just… forget it. I'll just keep trying to take care of it myself. I've clearly made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry."
Turning again, she began to walk away - trying not to stomp, frustrated with herself and not him - but she froze yet again at the sound of his voice.
"I'll do it."
She didn't turn back around to face him this time. "Thancred, just… forget it, alright? I just threw myself at you because I thought you'd be willing. I'm sorry for assuming."
"I am."
Alisaie blinked. Did she hear that correctly? She glanced over her shoulder.
"… You are?" Much to her surprise, she found that Thancred's face was deep red. Had she really made him blush? He only gave a tiny nod. "But," he added, glancing in her direction but still not making eye contact, "We're going to do this right. I'm going to take you on a nice date first. I meant it when I said I won't be treating you like any other fast maiden."
She nearly stamped her foot at the idea of being made to wait. But… after a moment of contemplation, she sighed, giving a little nod. "Fine. Just… please don't spend days and days planning. I've never even been on a date, so you don't need to try to impress me."
Gods, her face was so hot. How humiliating. She really came into this conversation thinking that she could throw herself at him, that he'd immediately cave, and that her problems would be solved by the top of the hour. These damned hormones were making her feel completely out of her mind, and now she'd gotten herself into a situation she had no idea how to handle. Her first real date, and it was with Thancred fucking Waters.
"We'll go tonight. Go and get dressed in something nice," he said, turning and walking away without waiting for a response. His demeanor was cold, but she knew it only meant he was flustered. "Be ready to go at six."
She'd been frustrated with the hour he'd given - it had only been half past two, at the time - but in the blink of an eye, it was quarter 'til six, and she still wasn't satisfied with how she looked. She'd spent the entire time digging through her closet, piecing together outfit after outfit, pairing them with various shoes and jewelry. This was not her forte, having ever been more concerned with training and studying than things like fashion and makeup. Now, she was cursing herself for not bothering with it sooner.
But finally, with about five minutes to spare, she'd settled on an ensemble. A tight red pencil dress with a keyhole neckline, not too provocative and not too modest. A lacey champagne shawl draped loosely over her shoulders, accenting her matching champagne chunky heels. She'd done her makeup the best she knew how, praying that she hadn't overdone it and made herself look garish. She even wore her hair down, loosely cascading around her shoulders. She took one final look at herself in the mirror and huffed an anxious sigh.
"I look… fucking ridiculous," she breathed to herself, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She couldn't do this. She felt so strange lately, so overwhelmed with feelings she'd never felt before, and now here she was, looking in the mirror at a person she didn't recognize. She didn't even know why she cared so much - this was Thancred, not some dreamboat. But before she could think of an excuse to cancel, she heard a gentle knock at her door.
"Alisaie? Are you ready to go? We've a reservation in a few minutes."
Shite. She couldn't back out now.
"Um… I… Yes, I'm ready," she called after a long pause. Taking a deep breath, she finally opened the door a bit too dramatically, standing before Thancred with her eyes glued to the floor. He greeted her with silence, only making the dread in her gut feel heavier. But when she finally deigned to glance up at him, his expression made her blink in surprise.
Thancred looked absolutely breathless, looking her up and down with his mouth slightly agape. He was dressed rather nicely himself, in a pair of dapper black slacks, a black button-down shirt, and a white tailored vest and tie. True to his casual nature, he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to just below his elbows, allowing him to show off the nice silver watch on his wrist, one which Alisaie immediately recognized as having belonged to her grandfather. He even smelled fantastic, and she could feel her loins beginning to throb yet again as his cologne filled her senses.
"… Er… shall we, then?" she asked finally, unsure of what to take from his blank reaction. He blinked owlishly, as if shaking out of a trance. "I, uh—yes, of course," he stammered, holding out his arm for her to take. "You look… incredible."
She squeaked a surprised response, ducking her head in an attempt to hide her burning face behind her loose hair. "I—thank you," she managed awkwardly as she took hold of his arm, finding herself grateful for something to steady herself on. She silently cursed herself for feeling so shaky about this. This was Thancred. Someone she'd known most of her life. This didn't need to be so terrifying.
But, as if sensing her trepidation - or maybe he could literally feel her shaking - Thancred covered her hand with his own, giving it a soft squeeze. She glanced up at him, trying to wear a brave face, and whether he believed it or not, he only smiled in response.
She'd calmed somewhat by the time they made it to their destination, a trendy seafood restaurant with large fishtanks and a lovely view. To her surprise, they'd found plenty of conversation over their dinner, even before they'd downed at least two cocktails each. Even more surprising still was Thancred's next move after their plates had been taken away - he'd stood and taken her hand, guiding her to the dancefloor. Even during his time as a bard, Alisaie had never seen him dance.
But dance they did, for damn near half the night, and Alisaie enjoyed herself so thoroughly that she had even forgotten about the whole reason they were here in the first place. As the band began their final song, a slow and dreamy ballad, Thancred pulled her closer, one arm around her waist while the other delicately held her hand. She fully understood, now, why he was so popular with women.
"Color me surprised," she mused up at him with a cheeky smile, settling her free hand on his shoulder. "This has actually been an incredibly lovely evening." Thancred guffawed in mock offense, his crooked grin giving him away. "What do you mean 'actually'? I'm a seasoned veteran at wooing women, I will have you know!" he exclaimed, chuckling. Alisaie laughed as well, and as the song came to a close, she let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"Well… it's getting late. Shall we head back home?" Thancred asked - and in his eye, Alisaie spied a glint of excitement. That throbbing feeling flooded back in an instant, and she nearly groaned, having taken its absence for granted. But now… now, she was mere minutes away from finally vanquishing it for good, and the idea nearly made her sway on her feet. Or perhaps she could attribute that to the mojitos.
Despite the downright enchanting evening they'd just shared, the walk home was tense and silent. But not for discomfort - only for the anticipation of what was to come. It was all Alisaie could think about now, yet again grateful for her grasp on his arm, lest she trip and fall thanks to her deep distraction.
Finally, like two teenagers who had stayed out past curfew, the pair snuck into the house as quietly as possible, not daring to wake any of its other residents. Neither of them would have any idea how to explain where they had been to Urianger, Alphinaud, or least of all, Y'shtola. But true to his Archon's mark, Thancred managed to sneak them into his bedroom and close the door behind them without a peep, locking it for good measure.
And then… they were here. Alone in a bedroom. Still buzzed.
Alisaie could feel her panties sticking to her, already saturated. And as her eyes trailed down from Thancred's face, they settled on the front of his pants, the fabric already straining across his obvious erection.
She absolutely couldn't hold back anymore.