note: there is a severe lack of seifer/selphie stories that i thought i might as well contribute to the collection, though my primary is squall/selphie/irvine. and seifer. oh, who am i kidding? here you go, lovelies. (also: because it was an issue in one of my other stories, i know how to capitalize and am aware of the functionality of english grammar; i just choose to ignore it)
kissing the curve
a romantic egoist
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outside, sparks and sparks, electricity and fire. the world is alive, they say.
she is restless beside him, all bright eyes and luminescent skin. he is overwhelmed by her, the citrus and the shine and the only kind of love she emanates – selfless, beautiful, and humming gold. the sun star has nothing on her bottled up and willowed frame. her hand brushes against his, and he snarls at her without animosity, and she smiles. stunned, he knows he is stunned.
with finesse, a sophisticated grace, hunger – because he doesn't know how to do this softly and romantically, not really, not without betraying his insecurity and muffled awkwardness – he wraps one hand around her tiny wrist and tugs her toward him, heart pounding anticipation building control unwinding mouth melding, sighing. and somewhere in the fray, the clothes rumpled and discarded, the friction of skin and the impatience of now, now, now, he's moving over her.
the sweat, the heat, tension building and oh, oh, she breathes and clings to him like she might drown and oh, he would drown with her if she asked (she will never know this). when she arches, nails digging, bedsheets wrinkling and tangling around their legs, he leans over and grazes his teeth at the skin in the crook of her neck, pulls and suckles at the skin, and she sighs, wordless and breathless and sparks and sparks. she's alive and taking him with her.
i- he starts and trails off because she glows, still, and kisses him. just softly and barely and he knows; she knows.
together, they're iridescent.
