~*~ Knights & Lovers ~*~

By Vick330

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and its characters are property of Squaresoft. No patent and/or copyright infringement is intended.

Foreword: The following contains erotica scenes, and is meant for mature readers. Please use discretion, and if sexually explicit material offends you do not read any further.

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There's a spark of magic in your eye

Candyland appears each time you smile

Never thought that fairytales came true

But they come true, when I'm near you…

(The Stylistics - Betcha By Golly, Wow)

~*~ I – Knight & Fairy ~*~

It took us half a day of chocobo-riding, through snow-covered ground, to get to the cabin. As soon as our mounts were provided for, I lighted a fire in the hearth and soon enough, what would be our home for the next three days was warm and cozy. We have just finished unpacking, and I notice with pleasure that the place is everything the brochure had promised.

We haven't had any time for ourselves in ages, as our careers and the responsibilities of parenthood keep us really busy. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love my life and Selphie has given us four wonderful children. Thorgo and Arima, our first and second born, reside at Trabia Garden now as SeeD cadets. Rayana and Stephen, the youngest ones, are staying with Zell, his former-library-girl now wife Chrissy [her nickname, for this woman has like a hundred first names; it's a family tradition of some sort] and their six kids in Balamb.

"Irvy, you look so pensive." – my wife's gentle words bring me out of my reverie.

'Just hoping tha kids are all rawght, Sephie.'

Her emerald orbs are filled with laugher as she lectures me, "Don't worry, they'll be fine. And we're here to think about us a little, so just relax. K?"

Of course, she's right as always. I smile at her as she hands me a glass of red wine, it 's sweet and soothing. I can't help reminiscing how I almost lost her sixteen years ago, because I was a selfish coward, got scared and abandoned her. Even after all the pain I caused her, she gave me a second chance, took me back… and blessed me with her forgiveness.

A few months later we came to Trabia, and in a moment of impulsivity got married in a little chapel. Our eloping made the first page of every tabloid for months, until Rin and Squall got married to be precise. The years have been good to us, and motherhood has agreed well with my Little Sunshine.

Selphie has already discarded her thick woolen shirt, and is proceeding now to remove her warm riding pants [you didn't think that she would be wearing a miniskirt in this weather, did you?]. She notices my interested gazing, and is smiling at me seductively as she is now standing dressed only in a light shirt, panties and socks. Even in such mundane attire she manages to look radiant, glowing with some sort of inner light that brightens the whole room.

"Don't go anywhere, Cowboy!" she announces suddenly, "I have a surprise for yah!"

And with that she disappears into the bedroom. I wonder what her overactive mind has come up with this time, for when you live with Selphie Tilmitt you better be expecting the unexpected. The wine, and the crackling of the logs in the fireplace, has a relaxing effect and I feel the tension ebbing from my body. It is still day outside, but the sky is covered in an unending blanket of clouds, and I can see a few snowflakes drifting by the window to my left.

"Irvy?" - Selphie has come back and I see that she's wearing her favorite bathrobe, the one with yellow and red chicobos. I have a pretty good idea of what she has in mind, but as I said before, with my woman you can never be sure.

"Look! It's snowing!" she exclaims excitedly. That's one of the things that makes her so dear to me, that way she has to find happiness in simple things.

'Say, is me surprise undar that bathrobe, Baby?'

"Part of it!" she says and discards the garment, appearing in all her glorious nakedness.

She's beautiful… so beautiful. After all those years she's still the same, as if time has no claim on her, as if she is a fairy escaped from some enchanted realm. Her petite frame is wonderfully well proportioned, and her cute face with those beautiful eyes, and that smile, that simple smile that I love so much. I am tired from the trip up here, but I feel my desire building up at the sight – I did mention how beautiful she is, right?

I rise to go to her, but unexpectedly she escapes my grasp, opens the front door and… Oh sweet Hyne! She is running outside in her birth clothes! I grab a cover and follow her, intent on bringing her back inside.

"Come Irvy! This is so much fun!"

Yeah, this is quite enjoyable… for a Snow-Lion or for Shiva. I try to catch her, but Selphie is amazingly fast and has cat-like reflexes. Fortunately, it's not as cold as in the past few days, but it still is pretty damn nippy! Since force won't work, I try pleading.

'Sephie! Yer gonna catch pneumonia or somethin'! Come back inside.'

"I won't get cold if I keep moving, and check this out! WEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!"

By Beowulf's beard! I don't believe this! She jumped in the snow now! I am still wearing my pants and thick shirt, and I just felt my balls going two sizes smaller. Meanwhile, my wife is rolling excitedly in the coldness.

'Selphie, please…'

"Say, Irvy!" she interrupts me, "Do you know how to make a boobie-trap?"

'Huh, a booby-trap?'

"B-O-O-B-I-E trap."

I really wonder where this is going - 'Huh, nope, are yah sure it's spelled that way?'

"Yes! Look!" – and with that she throws herself face first in the biggest pile of snow she can find. As she stands up, I can see the indentation that her body has made in the whiteness.

"Now, you see where my breasts made holes in the snow?"

I don't know where she's going with this, but I still reply, 'Yeah, sure, so?'

"Well, if you put a few twigs over them, and then an animal passes by…" – she's emphasizing her explanation by walking her fingers over said holes – "… it would fall in and be trapped! So they're boobie-traps!"

That's so unbelievably silly that I can't help but laugh out loud. For a moment I forget all but my beloved Selphie, and just when my laugher subsides I see that she is standing with the palms of her hands facing towards the sky, and catching snowflakes with her tongue. They are lazily falling on us, like fluffy and tiny pieces of heaven. But they are also cold and her skin is taking an alarming reddish hue, now I see her shiver and decide that it's time to go back inside.

I manage to wrap her in the cover, and carry her back to the awaiting warmth. Naturally, she complains during the short trek to the cabin.

"Aw! Irvy, you're no fun! I wanted you to join me!"

'Nuh-huh, wouldn't want to freeze me balls off' – to this she chuckles, but doesn't resist and I deposit her near the hearth before closing the door.

"Well, aren't you going to warm me?" – she has discarded the cover, and the snow in her hair and clinging to her body is starting to melt. Rivulets are racing down her skin, forming a small puddle at her feet. I make to embrace her but she steps back.

"Not with your clothes on! They'll keep your body's warmth from fully reaching me, you know that Irvy."

The thing is, I don't mind cold weather, but I hate being touched by cold hands and she knows it. Unfortunately, Selphie seems to have her mind set on this.

"What is it, Irvyyyyyyy? Are you going to let your poor little Sephie die from hypothermia?"

The endearing look she's giving me, the goose bumps all over her body, and the shivers running though her tiny frame finally convince me. I discard my shirt first, and then my pants and boxer shorts – I can see Selphie's emerald orbs riveted on me as I strip for her, and advance tentatively towards her. I now wrap her in my arms, and to my surprise the feeling of her cold skin against mine is not at all unpleasing.

Her hands are on my arms, and I understand that she doesn't want to make me feel uncomfortable. I try to rub some warmth everywhere I can reach, and am rewarded by a deep and long kiss. We stay in each other's embrace for a long moment, and then she whispers that she wants to lie down.

I bring her on top of me, as we lower ourselves onto the large couch, and she pulls the cover on the floor over us. She explores my body with her mouth, kissing, caressing, tasting… I feel that her thighs and breasts are still cold, and I pull her to me so I can share my body's heat.

Cold and warmth… Extremes… Complementing each other by their natures. I never thought that this could be so nice, that those feelings would be so pleasurable. By her movements I know that she wants more than just being held now, and I release my embrace to allow her to move freely.

Her tights are still cold, but between them there's inviting warmth, and a wetness that I know comes not from the snow melting on her. My lover's lips claim mine, her tongue gently prodding, and then she enfolds me, joining us, making us one. It is an embrace that we have shared so many times, but it is always meaningful, in a way that no other can ever claim.

I am lost in a world of sensations, feeling her soft skin, playing my hands where her body is still in need of warming. The sweetness of her breath, the fire in her eyes, the way she has to give all she is with no reservation – it all brings me to welcomed heights. Then I feel her walls tightening around me, and when she calls my name I join her in oh so brief, blissful ecstasy.

As we lay peacefully together, contented and fulfilled, Selphie is gently drifting into slumber. Outside the snow is covering everything in its white mantle of satin, and the day slowly wanes away.

Time is a funny thing, for when I was younger it seemed to drag on and on. I know now that it was because I was unfulfilled, and that Selphie –the woman I am holding in my arms- was the one that I've been waiting for… forever.

And ever will my love for her keep growing strong.

Keep growing strong…

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