Category: Games, Final Fantasy VIII, One-shot
Warnings: Seifer/Fujin, detailed kissing
Author: Enchanting Fujin
Tread Softly Til' Morning
The feel of soft covers, lustful tension in the air...
You watch me, almost timidly, a gentle crimson blush washing over your features. Your lips moist with heated breath, bearing small marks from those smooth pearl teeth... Who'd have thought that the golden knight was untaken... untouched... pure as a vestal virgin. That's a new one for the records isn't it? That the one rumored to be the personal slut of Balamb... the sorceress' concubine could be pure, chaste... Almost angelic...
Your shoulders tremble slightly, unnoticable unless one looks closely... and I dare look. A beautiful figure, caste in hues of marble warmth... the image of male perfection... yet nervous and lovely, pure in inexperience. I move closer, my hips swaying gently... don't move too fast... Your eyes, clear crystal in blue, show your nervousness. Will I hurt you?... Will I leave?...
Don't worry," I whisper, "Nothing will happen unless you want it to happen..."
You nod softly, still unsure. Taking your hand, I lead you to the bed, sitting... I pat the bedcovers beside me and you sit as well. Leaning over, I touch my lips to yours... softness, velvety softness. You hold back at first, but slowly begin to kiss back, finding the feel of what to do. I grasp your upper lip between my own, suckling gently. Your eyes close, savoring the feeling... your arms slipping around me, holding me close.
Oh, what beauty I behold, slowly pressing my bosom to your chest, lightly flicking my tongue over your lips. Will you let me enter? May I explore that wonderful sweetness? You part your lips slowly, apprehensively, and I slip inwards, gently, so as not to startle you.
Velvet heat... soft, vulnerable to my touch. Your breath tickles softly as I explore, sliding my tongue over those silken pearls, caressing the softness of your cheek. Lightly stroking against your tongue, I purr your name, your breath mingling with my own. You shiver as I slip my arms around your neck, pressing gently to you... enraptured with the tender sweetness you possess...
A small gasp excapes your lips, warm breath washing over my face... my own breath catches in my throat and I pause, have I startled my golden butterfly?
You tighten your grasp around me, and inwardly I smile... yes, a gentle lover you will be... and this moonlit dove will delight in teaching... and sharing that love with you...