zomg jecht/yuna
Oct. 15th, 2006 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityThere was only one drawback to dating Tidus - his father. Of course, Jecht was nothing but polite to her, saving his more rambunctious comments for Rikku or Wakka, but Yuna couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his presence, even with Tidus at her side. Jecht was, well, too much Jecht for her.
She fidgeted in her seat and stared so hard at the tiny figure on the playing field that her eyes watered. Tidus' skill at blitzball had made him the star player, and of course she went to all his games, and of course his father had to attend as well. It was only natural. And it simply didn't make sense for them to sit at different ends of the stadium, thus here they were, elbows occasionally bumping and knees occasionally knocking. Not that Jecht noticed - he was enthralled by his son's performance, too busy switching between shouted curses and advice to pay any attention to her discomfort.
And she perfered it that way, honestly. While he shook his fist at whatever was upsetting him currently, Yuna could catch her breath and prepare herself for when he did turn his attention onto her. "Damn fine play!" He exclaimed at her with a grin. "Taught him that myself."
Yuna nodded and smiled weakly and pushed herself to the far corner of her seat, away from his broad shoulders and large hands. Jecht grinned again and lowered his face down until his lips were practically brushing her ear, "Don't tell 'im, but I do it better."
She blushed furiously and stammered something inane and Jecht roared with laughter before turning back to the game.
She fidgeted in her seat and stared so hard at the tiny figure on the playing field that her eyes watered. Tidus' skill at blitzball had made him the star player, and of course she went to all his games, and of course his father had to attend as well. It was only natural. And it simply didn't make sense for them to sit at different ends of the stadium, thus here they were, elbows occasionally bumping and knees occasionally knocking. Not that Jecht noticed - he was enthralled by his son's performance, too busy switching between shouted curses and advice to pay any attention to her discomfort.
And she perfered it that way, honestly. While he shook his fist at whatever was upsetting him currently, Yuna could catch her breath and prepare herself for when he did turn his attention onto her. "Damn fine play!" He exclaimed at her with a grin. "Taught him that myself."
Yuna nodded and smiled weakly and pushed herself to the far corner of her seat, away from his broad shoulders and large hands. Jecht grinned again and lowered his face down until his lips were practically brushing her ear, "Don't tell 'im, but I do it better."
She blushed furiously and stammered something inane and Jecht roared with laughter before turning back to the game.