Ok, so I assume you've already read the smattering of disclaimers throughout this web site, and since you're still here, I'm not going to bother. You already know this is a lemon fic that contains graphic sexual content, so there's no reason for me to repeat it, right? This is a lemon involving characters from Square's Final Fantasy 8. Please, for the love of God and all that is holy, don't sue me. I just couldn't help myself. And shame on you, Square, for creating such delicious characters. So there. >:p Now that that's out of the way... Ok. Here's a little background, in case you're curious. I wrote this fic between Irvine and Selphie. It sort of coincides with another fanfic I'm currently working on (not a lemon) that takes place about 5 ot 6 years after the end of the game. This is actually a prelude to the beginning of the story. When the story begins, Irvine and Selphie are already married. (No, I'm NOT changing my mind about that, so don't bother flamming me and telling me what a bad idea that is. I don't care what you think!) This, for obvious reasons and because of timeline issues, will not make the final cut for the story. E-mail comments and suggestions, praises and critiques to teri@tls-digital.com If I'm feeling particularly saucy, I might even respond to hate mail. XD Enjoy! A Perfect Night "So were you nervous today?" "Pshht! Me? I was cool as a cucumber," lied Irvine with a dismissing wave of his hand. "Just like always." Selphie narrowed her emerald eyes skeptically. "Then why did Zell tell me that he and Squall had to baby sit you while you threw up for half an hour after bumming a cigarette from some guy?" Irvine flushed red and immediately slapped his hand over both eyes, laughing despite his embarrassment. He sank lower into his chair as if would absorb his shame and hide him away from her questioning stare. "Heh, heh, yeah...I guess I was a little nervous." "A little..." she berated, smiling herself, then giggling with him. He leaned forward and took her hand in his. "Well, we did it anyway," he said. "Mrs. Kinneas..." "Mmm...I'm thinking of keeping it Ms. Tilmitt. Would you mind?" "No, I married you--a person. Not a name," he said, blue eyes sparkling against the moody hues of a spent sunset. "Call yourself whatever you want. Just remember you belong to me now." He bent his head and placed a warm kiss on the back of her delicate hand. Then he ran his fingers over and through hers, studying the contours and curves of the bones and skin that comprised such a graceful piece of human machinery. He completely fascinated himself with her hand, and Selphie couldn't help but giggle at his utter seriousness. He turned his watchful gaze up to her face, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. The breeze caught a lock of his hair and nudged him in the eye with it. He tossed his head back unconsciously to get rid of the misplaced strand. Every move he made, no matter how insignificant, Selphie watched with quiet awe. //No,// she thought. //You're mine.// "Sunset's over," she said absently, not even bothering to look over the balcony behind her. The water that surrounded Fisherman's Horizon gently lapped at the docks below their hotel room, and the lazy little port town continually grew lazier with the approaching night. Stars began to discern themselves between the deep orange and purple cirrus clouds that clung to the sky like a sheer linen drape, and a full moon slowly crept upwards into the sky taking its place on the center stage of the heavens. Without another word, Irvine rose from the lounge chair still clutching Selphie's hand and tugged at it persistently until she stood up. He continued to pull at her arm, walking backwards through the French double doors into their room. She playfully resisted, taking more cautious steps toward him until he finally stopped and pulled her close into an embrace. Her ear pressed against his bare chest and she listened to the steady rhythm of his beating heart while relishing the feel of his body beneath the cloth of his unbuttoned shirt. He pressed his cheek to the top of her head, inhaling the honey-- sweet smell of her hair. Her long eyelash batted against the skin of his chest and it suddenly tickled his desire. Pulling her away slightly to gaze upon her face, he gingerly brushed the back of his hand over her soft cheek. "Are you nervous?" he asked her. Blushing, she bit her lip timidly and averted her gaze downward. "A little," she quietly admitted. Irvine couldn't help but smile. He was smiling at her innocence-- a purity that overwhelmed and overjoyed him, warming the corners of his soul. It was almost a shame that he would be taking it away from her. Almost. He gently lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. "Do you love me?" He knew the answer--knew the vows they exchanged only hours ago were not meant for just that moment, but for life. It was an overwhelming thought that awed and inspired him...and somewhat frightened him. He needed to hear her say it now--to give him the assurance she'd promised at the altar, but without the audience and the rehearsals and persuaded dialogue. The entire day had seemed so choreographed... Now he needed to know it for *real.* She nodded and whispered earnestly, "Yes." "Do you trust me?" Selphie gazed lovingly into his eyes and nodded her reply. "I won't hurt you," he whispered, taking her hand and placing it over his heart, leaving it there as he gently ran his index finger through her soft, brown hair. "This is all about love and being with each other. I don't wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable, and we'll stop if it does. I'll take good care of you... I promise." Selphie was unable to reply. She felt the breath leave her lungs as if there was no air left in the room to inhale. Her stomach twitched like a whole nest of butterflies lived inside her abdomen and her limbs tingled excitedly. Irvine bent his head and kissed her softly, his lips brushing against hers and tickling like the downy feathers of a newborn bird. She closed her eyes dreamily and wafted away in his embrace, inhaling his scent that smelled faintly of leather, fresh gunpowder and crisp mountain air. His lips parted hers and his tongue gently probed her mouth, licking her lips and making contact with the tip of her tongue. Yet the kiss remained soft and light... Nothing forced, nothing rehearsed. He broke away from her mouth, leaving a trail of kisses on her cheek and traveling down her jaw line. The touch of his lips on her neck sent a shiver up her spine and she breathed in sharply, sighing with a shudder. As his tongue darted out against her silky skin, she felt his fingers glide across her neck and slide underneath the strap on her dress. He pulled the strap down over the curve of her shoulder and placed more delicate kisses where the fabric had lain. Her skin was left moist now wherever he touched his mouth. Her nipples tightened against the satin dress a second before she suddenly realized the taut material had loosened, accompanied by the sound of a zip. She opened her eyes to find Irvine grinning at her like a thief that had stolen the most precious gem in the world. He slid the dress off her and let it slip to the floor, where it fluttered into a slick pile at her bare feet. Conscious now of her own naked body and his intensifying gaze, she felt her temperature rise and flush at the surface of her skin and an aching sensation grow far down below. Irvine sank to his knees before her, drinking her in like an exceptionally moving painting. Her breasts, firm and round and surprisingly ample despite her petite frame, rose and fell under her heaving breaths. He could see her blush furiously even in the waning light of the room and, though his only intension was to admire her not add to her unease, the crimson radiance only served to complement her beauty. Kneeling before her as he was, his head was still able to reach the middle of her chest, and he tenderly placed his mouth over one of her hardened nipples, suckling the nub and caressing the flesh with his tongue. Selphie moaned, her voice quavering as she tangled her fingers in the loose mane of his hair, pressing his head closer to her body. His large hands were suddenly everywhere--kneading her back, sliding down the side of her body and over her stomach. He rested them on her hips as his lips withdrew from her breast. Deftly, his hands glided down her legs as he delighted in the smooth texture of her skin, trailing a pair of white silk panties with them. Reaching up to grasp her restless and trembling hand, Irvine tugged her down onto the floor in front of him. He locked her lips again in a passionate kiss as he advanced forward guiding her to lie back on the floor underneath him. His hair fell around his neck and tickled her shoulders as he hovered above her, continuing the path of wet kisses over her body. He deliberately avoided any blatant erogenous zones, which only heightened her desire and caused her to squirm underneath his body. Suddenly, he bolted up onto his knees. Her eyes had been closed, enjoying the new sensations he gave her, but she snapped them open and involuntarily whimpered at his abrupt intermission. His hair fell over his eyes and he smiled seductively. Selphie thought she'd never seen him look so stunning in her entire life. She panted, wanting him in her arms, but clearly he had other intensions. What were they? Was he going to leave her there alone and naked on the floor, leering at her, leaving her to beg for him? Was this how he enticed all of his past encounters? She didn't care. She was willing to beg. She wanted him so badly now. "Want some champagne, beautiful?" he asked, running his hand dangerously close to her inner thigh. He removed his hand from her leg and stood up brushing imaginary dust off of his uniform pants before she could even open her mouth to respond. //Beautiful. He just called me beautiful...// Selphie never cared for her own body much. Her gaunt limbs always seemed lanky and awkward to her and nothing she did seemed to help that despite the rigorous drills forced upon a SeeD and the fact that she had an appetite that could rival Zell's. But Irvine's longing gazes and sincere words were more than encouraging to her. Suddenly, she felt very at ease with her body and adjusted her position accordingly--one arm bent and cradling the back of her head, breasts jutted towards the ceiling and one knee bent, teasingly covering the source of her growing wetness. Irvine flowed across the room and plucked the bottle of champagne out of the silver ice bucket. He didn't even bother with the long stemmed flutes that had been arranged beside the display. Roses and an assortment of fresh fruit adorned the table--all inclusive honeymoon suite care of Fisherman's Paradise Inn. At that moment, there could have been a 24 karat bar of pure pressed gold on the table, and he *may* have stopped to notice it before shrugging away its existence indifferently. His real treasure was laying on the floor below him, her soft hair flowing around her head and branching off onto the carpet into fine tributaries like a fingers from a dark river. Her milky white skin shimmered underneath the light of a pale blue moon, and pretty rose petal lips parted slightly, kissing the very air she breathed. It was all he could do to give a damn about the champagne! But he had waited so long for his perfect bride--not just the few months prior to their engagement, but his entire life--he could just stand to wait a little longer to consummate their vows. Right now, he had something else in mind... He unwrapped the foil around the neck of the bottle and discarded it carelessly over his shoulder, inciting a slight giggle from Selphie. Then he skillfully popped the cork on the bottle, hesitating slightly to ensure that not a drop was spilled. A fine vapor exhaled out of the opening at the top, and as soon as Irvine was satisfied that it wouldn't overflow, he tossed the cork away on the same orbit the as the foil wrapping had been sent, producing another giggle from Selphie and even one from himself. He settled down on his knees again and then ungracefully collapsed by her side, propping his head up on his elbow. He flashed a coquettish smile just before he raised the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, allowing himself to drink generously and unceremoniously from it. He pulled it away again finishing with a resounding sigh of satisfaction and handed her the bottle. Selphie followed suit, sitting up half way and supporting herself on one elbow and she drank just as much as he had. With her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of the bubbles on her tongue and the sweetness of the alcohol, she didn't notice Irvine lean over her to suddenly clamp his mouth around her nipple, his lips and tongue still cool from the chilled champagne he had drank only seconds ago. Startled by his advances and the iciness of his tongue, she nearly spit out the mouthful of champagne she fought to swallow without choking, but recovered quick enough, easily forgetting the bottle in her hand as she settled back on the floor once again. Irvine sucked much more vigorously at her nipple this time, causing both of them to stand completely erect above the fleshy mounds of her breasts. She moaned softly as he continued to nip at her hungrily and took possession of the bottle, which she hardly fought to relinquish. He halted his administrations and she blinked her eyes open to see where he was, concerned he'd perhaps leave her alone on the floor again by herself when all she wanted was to feel the heat of his body next to her. Instead, she saw that he was hovering the opening of the bottle over her stomach, gently coaxing the liquid to pour out by incrementally tilting it. The bottle was unevenly balanced and Irvine laughed slightly at the awkward anticipation, carefully trying not to pour the entire contents all over her. Suddenly the cold wetness splashed onto Selphie's skin, the sting of it causing her to involuntarily arch her back and suck air into her teeth with a smile. Irvine quickly covered the puddle with his mouth and eagerly drank from the valley between her ribs, lapping the streams trickling down toward her navel, then returning to lick the drops falling between her breasts. Her stomach muscles tightened and contracted underneath his cool tongue, and her breathing became steadily more ragged. Irvine couldn't stop himself. Her writhing was completely exciting him, driving him to control her all the more. He pushed himself up kneeling beside her and ran his hand along her thigh. He separated her legs, bended her knee and paused to place a handful of kisses on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Situating himself between her legs, he lowered himself on to his stomach until his face was even with the heat of her desire. He paused momentarily and lifted his head to look at her--watching her watch him--and another feral smile spread across his mouth. Selphie's lips parted in surprise and she suddenly forgot how to breathe again. The aching between her legs and in her abdomen cried for him to touch her, but she was speechless to ask him to do it. Irvine resumed control of the champagne bottle again-//oh yeah, that,// thought Selphie vaguely. //Now what in the world...?// "Oh God," she breathed just as Irvine poured a stream of the liquid over her sex and bent his head underneath to catch the flood in his mouth. His tongue lashed out at her soft folds and immediately caressed her clitoris sending a shock of shivering heat through her body. The stream of champagne was a constant flow and he lapped eagerly at it and her until he tired of the taste of the champagne and wanted only to taste her. Irvine covered his mouth over her entirely and sucked at the nectar that dripped out of her, the sweet-musky taste mingling with the sticky saccharine of the champagne. He grabbed her hips to steady her just as she began to buck wildly against his mouth, his mind reeling with a primitive lust, driving him to intensify the circular motions with his tongue. Selphie fluttered on the edge of orgasm, aching and moaning, her body temperature simultaneously rising with the hottest fever and falling with the coolest chill. She clenched her eyes shut as Irvine sucked vigorously at her sex and she let out a cry of satisfaction as the first wave of pleasure hit her like a violent storm. She couldn't hear her own voice, just the sound of her heart thudding rapidly in her ears. She squirmed underneath his commanding tongue but the tight grip he maintained on her hips constrained her to endure his expert administrations. //Ohgod ohgod ohgod.// Her muscles refused to obey her weakened mind and her arms flailed wildly of their own free will. Just when the pleasure racking her body was almost too much to take, he yielded his technique, lightly lapping at her and drinking in the last of her juices until he slowed to a stop. Selphie barely noticed he'd stopped at all, the lingering sensations in her most sensitive areas twitching with little mini-pangs of pleasure. She dazedly regained control of her own limbs and sighed, throwing an arm over her eyes exhaustedly. Irvine sat up on his knees again, wiping his mouth crudely on the back of his sleeve. He observed her closely as she appeared to recover and smiled at the wanton exhibition she'd just demonstrated, and was now unconsciously trying to cover by crossing her legs and hiding her face beneath her arm. //Oh, Selphie... You've been a naughty girl. Thanks to me.// He chuckled, barely aware that he was even doing so. Selphie removed her arm and peeked down at him, her face a healthy crimson glow and her glittering green eyes narrowed coyly. She parted her lips in a surprised smile and pulled herself up just as he leaned in and covered her mouth with a passionate kiss. She could taste her own musky scent on his breath--found it quite stimulating, in fact-to know that his mouth had been "down there" only moments ago, giving her the most incredible feeling of her life. And now she wanted nothing more than to return that experience to him. She probed the roof of Irvine's mouth with her tongue and sucked on his lower lip as she ran her hands into the open front of his shirt and over his bare chest, examining the cuts and curves of his lean physique with her fingers. Irvine felt own his body respond to her electric touch causing the heat between the two of them to increase exponentially. He pressed his mouth harder to hers but Selphie held her own, deepening the kiss with engulfing passion. And Irvine could wait no more. He swiftly rose to his feet, pulling her up with him and walking her over to the bed. He guided her to lie back where she teasingly writhed on the mattress and nestled her head between the pillows. Irvine pulled off his shirt, threw it to the floor, and slowly worked his way out of the rest of his clothing, until he stood before her completely exposed. Selphie unabashedly examined him, raking her eyes over his entire body, her eyes widening as they fell on the growing flesh between his legs. Oh my. No wonder he was ever so popular. Her stomach knotted again at the thought of him inside her and she licked her lips with nervous anticipation. Irvine's teeth gleamed white in the moonlight as he crawled across the bed like a predator stalking its victim. Selphie took his face in her hands as he reached her and initiated a long, wet, slow kiss sending shivers down her spine. She felt she could kiss him forever and nothing else would matter. But she'd been just kissing him for a long while. Now she knew it wasn't enough to satisfy her any more. The past few months might have seemed almost fun for her, teasing Irvine to the brink of arousal and then casting him away. He would groan and complain, but in the end he had been a perfect gentleman and never forced himself on her. In truth, it had been just as frustrating for her, but she wasn't going to give in just because her hormones urged her to. She needed to know that he would wait for her, and for Irvine to agree to that kind of commitment, she knew she'd truly won his heart. She'd saved herself for him, so she figured it wouldn't kill him to abstain for a while. In fact Irvine had abstained for longer than she had known. It had taken him months that seemed like forever to work up the courage to finally ask her out on a *real* date, an act of weakness that disturbed and confounded him. Dammit, he'd had girls a *lot* more resistant than Selphie, why was she the one causing him so many problems? And then one day it occurred to him. He had been in the Cafeteria, waiting for Selphie to emerge from her usual Monday training class in Jet Propulsion Theory, or some such nonsense Irvine never even pretended to understand. He was in their usual meeting place waiting there to buy her lunch, just like every other Monday. Except she was 20 minutes late. Ok. No big deal. She probably lost track of time and got distracted in a long conversation with her instructor after class. Once she had been almost 10 minutes late for the same reason and Irvine dismissed it easily. But as the minutes ticked by, he found himself growing more and more impatient. He even ignored the attractive blonde sitting at the adjacent table desperately trying to catch his attention through submissive flirting. Finally, Zell ran in and delivered the message to Irvine that Selphie had been pulled from class and put on a short mission escorting some dignitary-or-other in the Ragnarok back to Shumi Village. He tried not to let it show, but he had been terribly disappointed. Now he would have to wait for a whole other week to pass before he could buy her lunch again. No, that was stupid. That wasn't the reason he was so disenchanted. They saw each other all the time, why was Monday so special? Maybe because he didn't have to share her with their other friends? Because that was the one hour a week that was reserved just for the two of them so they could talk and be together without any other distractions. Selphie would tell him about how she had spent the past seven days since their last meeting, or what she was learning, and he thought it was so cute the way she would excitedly ramble on as if that one hour was all the time she had to give him a complete update on the state of her entire life. As Irvine sat alone in the Cafeteria, staring out at nothing in particular, his broad shoulders hunched over as he rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together, he realized he really missed her. Missed her sunshine smile and the way she would bounce into the room and greet him with a casual hug. He realized-- --he was in love. For the first time in his entire life, Irvine Kinneas was in love... With Selphie. It smacked him like a leather glove upside his head. And that bugged him. It bugged him like an itch he couldn't scratch--the kind of itch you get right underneath the surface skin that you end up scraping away half your epidermis trying to reach it until it's so raw that it hurts. And still the itch won't go away! Yep. It was love, alright. "Do you love me?" Selphie asked. "Yes," he whispered, immediately covering her earlobe with his lips. She pushed him off of her and forced him to look directly into her eyes. "Say it." He chuckled slightly and smiled playfully at her, but her expectant gaze pierced into him. There was a hint of insecurity in her expression, and he knew that she must be feeling the same way as he had earlier. She needed to know... His face softened and his eyebrows crinkled with concern. His sapphire eyes sparkled like sunlight on a clear blue ocean bearing her the truth she already knew. He cupped her soft cheek in his hand, brushing her lips tenderly with his thumb and whispered, "Selphie Tilmitt, I love you very much." She smiled sweetly, and then her expression changed as well-- except it was not what Irvine had expected to see. She grinned savagely, bearing her white teeth like fangs of a wolf and narrowing her eyes into devious slits. "That's Mrs. Kinneas to you!" she growled. Throwing her weight forward, she flipped him over on to his back taking him completely by surprise with her sudden strength, and straddled his chest. She threw his arms up above his head pinning his wrists to the bed, and suddenly he heard several solid clicks as he felt cold metal wrap tightly around his wrists like vices, first one hand, then the other. He strained to look above his head and found that she had bound him to the iron bars of the headboard with handcuffs. He jerked against the stainless steel bonds and found that she had secured him quite well. His eyes widened in shock and surprise and he suddenly lost all ability to command the English language. Selphie laughed at him, almost cruelly as she ran her hands down the underside of his arms and over his chest. The smell of her arousal was so close to him it made him dizzy, and her firm round breasts hung suspended above his face just out of reach. He tried to lean forward and suck one of the rosy nipples into his mouth, but she pulled back teasingly. He whined slightly when he missed, and Selphie playfully snickered at the attempt. "Haven't you teased me enough?" he whimpered. Selphie grinned again and licked her teeth. "Nervous?" she purred. Nervous wasn't exactly the word Irvine would have chosen. He completely trusted Selphie and he didn't even mind loosing the upper hand. But he inwardly cursed himself for his own pathetic weakness. He wasn't going to beg her. Dammit, he *wasn't* going to beg... He'd sworn not to take her against anything she wanted to do, to remain in control of his own urges and to be patient with his new lover. Tonight, her pleasure was more important. In time he'd be able to truly teach her how to satisfy him, but tonight he needed to earn her trust more than anything. Yet Irvine was completely floored by her boldness, and it excited him beyond words, and it was causing him to quickly loose control of his patience... Selphie slid herself down his body and positioned herself over his thighs, carefully avoiding any contact with his fully erect member. She leaned forward and licked his hard stomach, curiously exploring the ripples of his abs. Irvine mmmed his response with a gruff whisper that vibrated deep within his throat. His stomach muscles twitched underneath her caressing tongue. Working her way down, she lightly flicked her tongue into his navel, and then, unable to control the urge any longer, sank her teeth into his stomach. "Ahh!" Irvine cried out, arching his back as she nipped and sucked on that one spot on his skin, producing a bright purple mark. "Oh, god, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice returning momentarily to its original innocence. She brushed her fingers lightly against the welt, surprised she'd been able to cause such a mark. It hadn't been her intention to bite him that hard, she just couldn't help herself. But his skin had tasted so good--the saltiness from the sweat glistening over his body, and the texture of his muscles. What a perfect man he was! Her eyes trailed down his body until they fell on his erection. Irvine watched as she curiously darted a finger out and touched the tip, sucking in a long breath through his teeth at the contact. His hardness twitched involuntarily away from her finger. Smiling, she changed her position slightly to attack him with a different weapon. Her tongue flitted out and licked the shaft as she explored all new textures, tracing the veins over the smooth skin, stopping at the base to kiss her way back up to the top. Irvine languidly rolled his eyes back into his head and sank back onto the pillow, exhaling with a long groan. Was this really his wife? Sweet, innocent Selphie? His little sunflower? He wasn't sure if he was dreaming, but if he was he hoped he'd never wake up. He had never expected this from her, although he knew that there had to be a great energy source deep within her ready to be tapped. He'd witnessed her vigor when he saw her fight and it had always piqued his curiosity. But outwardly she was so innocent, almost...naive. And now to see this side of her...it was like discovering a whole new person! Holy Shiva, what the hell did she just do with her tongue?!? Whatever it was, it caused a spasm to jerk his body uncontrollably. Selphie's eyes shot up, noting the twisted expression of pleasure on his face and she smiled at her discovery, right before doing it again. She paused, then took the head of his sex into her mouth and sank her lips down as far as she could take him in. Irvine shuddered with the overwhelming sensation caused by her warm mouth stroking him. Desperately trying to control his body from moving, he thrashed his head on the pillow instead, sending his hair flying over his face. Then he realized he actually enjoyed the sensation of his soft locks ticking his nose and cheek. Was his whole body an erogenous zone, now? Finally unable to help himself against the feeling of her mouth closed around him, he slowly began to thrust his hips deeper into the wet warmth. He swallowed hard between labored breaths, and squeezed his eyes shut as the heat began to boil throughout his body. "Selphie, please, please... I need you. Now." To hell with self-control. Selphie slowly stopped her actions when she heard his breathy plea. She realized how much she was enjoying herself, loving the way his body was responding to her administrations, the taste and texture of the soft skin of his member and the hardness of the shaft. It surprised her and she was having so much fun exploring it with her mouth and tongue, and Irvine seemed to really be enjoying it. But she couldn't resist the desperation in his voice, so she stopped. Straddling his hips and bracing herself both physically and mentally, she slowly guided him into her, gasping as they joined together. Irvine watched with lustful fascination as she gradually swallowed his length within her body, her inner walls tightening around him. Soon she had taken him in entirely, and he didn't dare move to allow her to adjust to his size. For a brief second it occurred to him that he had not felt the barrier of her hymen. He didn't care. For an active SeeD female it wasn't unusual to have lost it in one maneuver or another, and it didn't make him doubt Selphie's purity any less. Conversely, he thought it was rather ironic that she had saved herself for him when he had done nothing of the sort. He wasn't exactly in a position to lecture someone on the importance of abstinence from pre-marital sex. But he was glad, so incredibly glad she had waited for him... He studied her face closely, watching her expression. He wasn't sure if the look on her face was of pain or from pleasure. Her brow knitted tightly together, her eyelids closed and her lips parted in a slight O, and then finally...a smile. It elated him to see that such a raw emotion shine through in her face, and he also smiled. As if driven by primal instinct, she began to rock her hips slowly at first, then gradually building speed. Their collective sighs and moans joined in a harmonic and exotic love song as waves of delight poured over them, bathing them in unifying bliss. Selphie felt an ache within her and her hand intuitively trailed down her body and reached down between their union. With her fingers working furiously, she quickly brought herself to another sweet climax, her inner walls clenching around him tightly adding to her own pleasure and his. She cried out and threw back her head, chest heaving and still grinding against his hips. Finally, she began to subside and slowed, her body responding to her will once more. Irvine's blood boiled. The sensation of her clenching around him through her climax and watching her derive so much pleasure from it drove him mad with passion. He was so close... "Look at me," he panted. Selphie lowered her head again as she began to relax, still breathing heavily. Green eyes met his, and sparkled like gems, even in their darkened room. Irvine had never seen her look so beautiful. Her creamy skin glowed like firelight and the moon backlit her head, causing a soft blue aura around her hair that glimmered like an angel's halo. And deep within those eyes, he saw the rest of his whole life before him, embracing him in their loving beauty. "Oh god," he whispered still focused on her as the ache of his need begged to be relieved. He narrowed his lustful cobalt eyes and breathily commanded, "Selphie...kiss me while I come." Gasping at his order, she immediately bent over him and thrust her tongue deep in his mouth, tangling with his own and pressing her soft lips hard against his. Irvine hungrily returned the kiss just as the first tidal wave of heat crashed over him, causing his body to shudder uncontrollably. Its power was unbelievable. He exploded deep within her as her inner walls milked him through the spasms. He broke the kiss, unable to control it any longer, and his lips brushed softly against her ear, sending shivers down Selphie's spine as he groaned his response. The cuffs rattled loudly as his arms jerked at the bonds still holding him prisoner. Another wave, and another. He clenched his eyes, unable to see anything but stars--a singular universe opening before his eyes just for the two lovers. Finally, the tremors subsided and his body relaxed once again. Selphie buried her face in the curve of his neck placing her lips on the tender, salty skin, smoothing his hair back from his moistened forehead. Irvine glowed in the aftermath, savoring the feel of their bodies still joined together, the warmth of her stomach pressed against his, her chest pressed against his, her soothing touch. He was speechless. He was overjoyed. He was in love. Suddenly, he felt hot tears sting at his eyes and he closed the lids slowly and savored them as well as they silently trailed down his cheek. As he nuzzled against her, a single tear fell from his face and splashed onto Selphie's lips. She tasted the salty wetness on her mouth, curious about it's source. She stirred and peered directly in his face with questioning sincerity, noticing the azure eyes glistening. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her voice full of concern. Irvine, unembarrassed by his emotion, smiled softly and met her eyes, piercing her gaze with his. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he spoke with a quavering voice. "I've never made love to anyone," he whispered. Selphie's brow furrowed skeptically for half a second, but something in his tone tugged at her causing her to bite back any comments. Now she gazed at him in wonder as she returned his smile. "And now you have," she said, half-asking, half-knowing. Irvine nodded slowly and gazed at her lovingly--his best friend, his lover, his wife. Beautiful Selphie. Their lips found each other's again in a velvety kiss that nullified the use for any more words. They drank from each other, sharing their tears and their love. When the kiss broke, Irvine went to reach down and caress her cheek with his finger, when he found himself once again restrained by the handcuffs. Selphie took this as her cue to casually slide off him and laid next to him, entwining her leg with his. She grazed her long, delicate fingers over his chest and propped herself up on her side with her elbow. Irvine rattled the bonds repeatedly and expelled a heavy sigh. "Selphie, do you mind getting these goddamned things off me now?" Selphie only giggled her response and continued to walk her fingers over his body. "Selphie!" he growled. "This isn't funny. C'mon, I wanna hold you!" He whimpered his request with a slight laugh, but with an edge in his voice that clearly signaled his growing agitation. "Well..." she began, drawing out the word uncertainly. "What?" he snapped. "I'm not exactly sure where the key is," she admitted, noticing the flash of helpless disbelief in Irvine's eyes. "Um...I thought it was under the pillow where I kept the handcuffs...but it's not there now." She tried to offer a crooked smile. "Well look for it!" he demanded. She reached her hand underneath his pillow again and felt for the small key, withdrawing her hand again when finding nothing. "Yeah, see it's just not there. I suppose I could call a locksmith or something." "No," he stated firmly, glaring at her beneath a hooded brow. "Well...Rinoa leant them to me. Maybe I could call her and ask if she has a spare." Irvine stammered at the mental picture that produced for him. Surely she wasn't serious. Squall and..."Ri...R-Rinoa?!?" He shook his head and threw away the image, jarring himself back into reality. "NO! I will chew off my own arm before we call ANYbody." Selphie giggled again, harder this time as she double over slightly, pressing her nose to Irvine's chest. With her other hand, the one that she had been leaning her head against, she dangled two silver keys from a small O-ring that she had been palming, right in front of his eyes. "Gotcha!" she grinned evilly, snapping her head back as her hair whipped around her face. Irvine sighed, somewhat relieved, but not completely surprised. He glared at her wryly and she wiggled up and unlocked the cuffs, slid them off his wrists and discarded them on the opposite nightstand. He gingerly rubbed the tender skin around his wrists. "Next time not so tight," he said with a cunning grin. "I thought you liked it tight," she quipped, equally as devious. "Oh, you little minx!" he leered, pouncing forward catlike, quickly ensnaring one of her wrists in each of his large hands. He pinned her to the mattress and hovered over her, his face inches from hers. Selphie squealed and kicked her feet playfully, which only resulted in Irvine straddling her legs and trapping her with his own. She was completely immobilized by him and she felt herself becoming excited again. "I thought you just wanted to hold me," she protested. "I think I'm doing a pretty good job of that now," he remarked, still not letting her out of his stronghold. He felt that familiar ache deep within him again and Selphie noticed his hardness pressing against her thigh. "Hey, I though you had to recover or something." Irvine chuckled. Poor Selphie. Did she know what kind of devil she'd just married? Ah well...she'd soon learn. "Baby, you just got me warmed up," he promised. "You've got a lot to learn tonight and that was just the first lesson." He pressed his lips to her neck and nibbled the flesh lightly. Selphie moaned softly as his mouth worked over her neck, her body yielding to his administrations. "Who's teaching who?" she breathed, catching his beautiful blue eyes once again, remembering the taste of the tears that had had so tenderly fallen from them. Irvine gazed down lovingly at his magnificent bride. "We'll teach each other," he whispered and smiled against her sweet kiss. Finis.