Final Fantasy VIII is © to Squaresoft. I don't own or claim to own any of
the characters, just using them to have a little fun and melt some boredom
away. Please don't sue me, you won't get anything. ._.
I always wanted to write a Selphie/Irvine fic. So now I am. ^_^ While I'm a huge fan of the pairing, I never thought that Irvine seems like the kinda person who could hold a relationship. So I played off the idea and here's what came from it. I haven't played the game in a while so sorry if the characters are off. o_O Don't be afraid to add your suggestions and [helpful] criticisms. E-mails are also appreciated. ;) Rated NC-17 for later chapters. Oh, yeah. n_n It's an AU.
1 Butterfly
"Irvy…" I whispered into his chest, barely mustering the breath for the word. He didn't say anything, but I could feel his mouth turning upwards into a grin against my cheek, ending the movement with a short kiss. He rolled over onto his side, his head propped up on his hand.
"Selph," he answered. I shook my head, toying with a handful of strands that had fallen from his ponytail. I continued playing with the hair like a little girl with her favorite doll before finally running my fingers through it and out of it.
"Sorry," I giggled. "But I like your hair. It's not fair, I want it!" Irvine stared, a look mixed with amusement and something else that I wasn't able to put my finger on. "Sorry," I said again, bumping my forehead playfully against his, my grin betraying my apology. I sank down on my back and reached for a thin blanket that had been tossed to the end of the bed, intending on using it to finish covering my bare body. My hand was stopped by Irvine's.
"You have a good body, don't be afraid to flaunt it," he grinned, not bothering to hide the glance at my bare chest.
"You're terrible!" I squealed, grabbing for the blanket, now determined to cover myself up. He laughed, pulling away the blanket, resulting in what would have looked like some sort of form of erotic wrestling.
I pulled the blanket around my shoulders, offering a corner of the material to Irvy. He shook his head, "Nah, I gotta go." He was already on his feet picking his clothes off the floor.
"Irvy," I started, watching him pull his clothes on quickly, "you never stay."
"I told you, Selph, I got things to do. I got a schedule to keep, ya know?" He glanced at the mirror, adjusting his hat.
"Things to do?" I raised an eyebrow skeptically, "like me in?" Even I was a little shocked at what I said. Acting or sounding angry isn't what I'm known for. Things that come from… nowhere, yes, but usually not something like that. …Usually.
"Selphie. Don't start. I told you, I love ya. And not just because of that little trick you do with your legs," he finished with a wink. "See you," he waved briefly and left my dorm.
I wrapped the blanket tightly around myself, drawing up my knees to make a rest for my chin. I could tell he didn't take me seriously. Every time I shed my childish demeanor he would brush it off as hormones, or what he called 'woman stuff'. I stared out my window, maneuvering my neck to peer through the gap between the curtains. I turned my attention the clock beside my bed, now curious from the dark hue outside. It was almost ten-o- clock. "What do you have to do this late?" I mumbled to myself.
This wasn't an unfamiliar pattern, and that's what I was afraid of. We had broken up before. I had accused him of seeing people behind my back. He had then confessed that there was never any romance involved, no love. I had ignored him and refused to talk to him for days. Then one night he came crawling back and… made love to me. And that was his way of apologizing. "How do I know you're not saying that to someone else?" I whispered, pulling the blanket even tighter. With a yawn I stretched my legs out, leaning back slowly. Sleep would probably, and hopefully, improve my mood. It's easier to actually be happy and not throw on the all too familiar mask whenever I'm not. Or maybe I'd go talk to about Rinoa or Quistis. Or maybe both. We could have a girls' day out. That thought made a quick improvement in my mood. Plus, I thought, it can help me forget about Irvine. This time I slid all the way down, getting ready to go to sleep, I was probably just being paranoid about the whole ordeal.
Hmm. I guess I like it. ^_^ A little rushed, maybe, but I can live with it. I hope the first person thing was okay. It's really not something I'm used to, but I didn't think the story would work as well if it wasn't. Hopefully the next chapter will be up by the end of this week. Hope ya'll liked it! :D
I always wanted to write a Selphie/Irvine fic. So now I am. ^_^ While I'm a huge fan of the pairing, I never thought that Irvine seems like the kinda person who could hold a relationship. So I played off the idea and here's what came from it. I haven't played the game in a while so sorry if the characters are off. o_O Don't be afraid to add your suggestions and [helpful] criticisms. E-mails are also appreciated. ;) Rated NC-17 for later chapters. Oh, yeah. n_n It's an AU.
1 Butterfly
"Irvy…" I whispered into his chest, barely mustering the breath for the word. He didn't say anything, but I could feel his mouth turning upwards into a grin against my cheek, ending the movement with a short kiss. He rolled over onto his side, his head propped up on his hand.
"Selph," he answered. I shook my head, toying with a handful of strands that had fallen from his ponytail. I continued playing with the hair like a little girl with her favorite doll before finally running my fingers through it and out of it.
"Sorry," I giggled. "But I like your hair. It's not fair, I want it!" Irvine stared, a look mixed with amusement and something else that I wasn't able to put my finger on. "Sorry," I said again, bumping my forehead playfully against his, my grin betraying my apology. I sank down on my back and reached for a thin blanket that had been tossed to the end of the bed, intending on using it to finish covering my bare body. My hand was stopped by Irvine's.
"You have a good body, don't be afraid to flaunt it," he grinned, not bothering to hide the glance at my bare chest.
"You're terrible!" I squealed, grabbing for the blanket, now determined to cover myself up. He laughed, pulling away the blanket, resulting in what would have looked like some sort of form of erotic wrestling.
I pulled the blanket around my shoulders, offering a corner of the material to Irvy. He shook his head, "Nah, I gotta go." He was already on his feet picking his clothes off the floor.
"Irvy," I started, watching him pull his clothes on quickly, "you never stay."
"I told you, Selph, I got things to do. I got a schedule to keep, ya know?" He glanced at the mirror, adjusting his hat.
"Things to do?" I raised an eyebrow skeptically, "like me in?" Even I was a little shocked at what I said. Acting or sounding angry isn't what I'm known for. Things that come from… nowhere, yes, but usually not something like that. …Usually.
"Selphie. Don't start. I told you, I love ya. And not just because of that little trick you do with your legs," he finished with a wink. "See you," he waved briefly and left my dorm.
I wrapped the blanket tightly around myself, drawing up my knees to make a rest for my chin. I could tell he didn't take me seriously. Every time I shed my childish demeanor he would brush it off as hormones, or what he called 'woman stuff'. I stared out my window, maneuvering my neck to peer through the gap between the curtains. I turned my attention the clock beside my bed, now curious from the dark hue outside. It was almost ten-o- clock. "What do you have to do this late?" I mumbled to myself.
This wasn't an unfamiliar pattern, and that's what I was afraid of. We had broken up before. I had accused him of seeing people behind my back. He had then confessed that there was never any romance involved, no love. I had ignored him and refused to talk to him for days. Then one night he came crawling back and… made love to me. And that was his way of apologizing. "How do I know you're not saying that to someone else?" I whispered, pulling the blanket even tighter. With a yawn I stretched my legs out, leaning back slowly. Sleep would probably, and hopefully, improve my mood. It's easier to actually be happy and not throw on the all too familiar mask whenever I'm not. Or maybe I'd go talk to about Rinoa or Quistis. Or maybe both. We could have a girls' day out. That thought made a quick improvement in my mood. Plus, I thought, it can help me forget about Irvine. This time I slid all the way down, getting ready to go to sleep, I was probably just being paranoid about the whole ordeal.
Hmm. I guess I like it. ^_^ A little rushed, maybe, but I can live with it. I hope the first person thing was okay. It's really not something I'm used to, but I didn't think the story would work as well if it wasn't. Hopefully the next chapter will be up by the end of this week. Hope ya'll liked it! :D