Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII.
A/N: This story was inspired by a conversation I over heard in the Sixth Form common room that was so full of racism I nearly wanted to be sick.
Warnings: There are hints to sexual situations but nothing in detail.
There are also hints to the racist 'N' word, but it's never written down.
Selphie spread her hand out, stretching her fingers as best she could, over his broad chest. Her pale skin contrasted beautifully with his dark complexion, wonderfully clashing. He shifted and gave a muffled grunt in his sleep, she forgot how ticklish he was, how a simple brush against his skin could send him into hysterical giggling.
That fit in well with her 'Yin-Yang' theory; how two people could seem to very different on paper, yet fit as perfectly as that talisman. Thinking back, she couldn't recall a single argument they've had that they weren't able to work through.
She moved her hand lower over his muscular stomache and rubbed her thumb just above his belly button, she frowned a little.
However their relationship wasn't without tribulation. There had been, on occasion, crude and abusive language thrown their way when they went out together, sometimes by one or two people from across the street to small groups of youths trailing behinde them. 'Disgusting', 'Un-natural', these were terms they commonly used to describe the both of them that had etched into the back of her mind, also one particular word they used that she didn't care to repeat or even hear ever again in her life.
She didn't understand how anyone could behave like that, be so unnecessarily cruel. She especially couldn't understand how or even why they would single out one of the sweetest, generous, chivalrous and most tender guys she'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. The entire time they'd been going out he'd been nothing less then a perfect gentleman. Helping her over puddles after it rained, taking her aside to somewhere private to read her the newest volume in the 'Insect collections', or when his hand would shake from shear nerves when he took hers. That same cautious tenderness he retained when he finally took her to bed, or more like when she took him to bed.
She remembered clearly two large trembling hands being placed softly on her hips, not daring to hold her any harder from fear she'd break in two from the added pressure. Their first night together was also the night she found out just how ticklish he was, especially along his sides and above the stomache. A fact she took advantage of at every opportunity.
Apparently her thumb's rubbing was still too much for his hyper-sensitive skin. He shifted more noticeably and in the darkness of her room, Selphie saw the white of one eye when it opened a crack. The lid was closed as quickly as it was opened and his nobel features relaxed back to their original expression. But... it helped her realise something. She raised her head and touched his forehead with her lips sweetly and ran her now still hand through his jet black hair before resting herself back into his arms and felt sleep creeping over her.
Besides all the racist slur, the segregation or the paranoia they'd experience, they'd go through it together.
Because, as far as she was concerned, Raijin was most defiantly worth it.
End.
This is (as far as I know) one of the first Selphie/Raijin fics on I've decided to call them Seljin's,please Review and share your opinions on it.