Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Liontaming ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Liontaming - Part 2

by paxnirvana Rating: NC-17 Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII Characters: Irvine/Selphie/Squall Archive: Please ask first.

Author's Note: Irvine and Selphie. They just fit. Now Squall, he's tougher. But I felt like the sullen bastard at least deserved a little TLC… or maybe just sex… lots and lots of sex… *grin* 2/27/02

Author's Apology: When I get into a big game like this, I turn into an obsessive gamer… so, I'm currently gathering magic and skills to go take on Ultimecia in her lair… [Omega Weapon humbled me by casting a LV5Death with Squall at 100, Irvine at 70 and Selphie at 55… it was Game Over! folks… *winces and shakes head*] So, I haven't been writing, I've been playing the damn game… (I swear I'm gonna beat her on the FIRST TRY! HA!)

Disclaimer: Squaresoft owns; paxnirvana does not. If you have to make a note of that, you haven't been paying attention...

Squall woke with the thin light of pre-dawn sneaking through the open blinds only to find himself pinned between two sleeping bodies. On one side lay Selphie; she was curled against him like a cat, her face pillowed on his shoulder, one arm stretched over his chest. The fingers of her hand were entwined with Irvine's and rested over his breastbone. On the other side lay Irvine; radiating heat like a furnace and with one thigh thrown across Squall's knee, a hand reaching across to touch Selphie's.

He closed his eyes tightly again, drawing in a slow, deep breath to help fight back the urge to struggle free. It was… odd to have others so close to him. He spent so much time alone…

No, he thought letting his breath out slowly, deliberately calming himself, this hadn't been just one more bizarre dream in a long string of them. He really had let Irvine bring him back here and put him to bed between the two of them last night. He must have been more tired than he realized. Or hypnotized by the massage the Galbadian had given him. Gods, it had felt like he was melting there under the water. The big, strong hands had pushed hard into sore muscles, making them ache, but also forcing them to relax. It had been bliss for a few moments… and showed him graphically just how wound up by all this new responsibility he had let himself become.

Wound up trying to figure out where the hell Seifer had disappeared to… and why Rinoa had helped him escape... and what exactly had put Rinoa in a coma at the end of the battle in Galbadia Garden. Guilt gnawed at him. She shouldn't have been there. He shouldn't have allowed her to talk him into letting her stay after he rescued her from falling. But she had that way of getting around him… the big, innocent eyes… the impish, teasing stance… the bright determination… the naïve view that by simply trying they could change the world. As if it were that easy…

But she confused the hell out of him too. She had everything he'd always secretly wanted; a father who cared about her, a home to fight for, people who would help her no matter what. She was confident in her origins, yet scorned them, something he couldn't quite understand. Or condone. Yet she seemed so innocent. Unstained, somehow, even after she started going into battle at his side… trying so hard to catch up to the trained SeeD around her…

And now she was lying like death in the medical ward. And it was all his fault.

But really, why did he care so much? He'd danced with her once. Been disgusted with her tactical blundering during the attempted kidnapping of the Galbadian president. Annoyed by her nearly fatal interference in the assassination attempt. Endured her ceaseless attempts to draw him out and make him talk more - as if he had anything to say to a girl like her. When she was learning to dance and dress up and do her nails, he was learning the best techniques for bringing down both monster and man with a gunblade. They really had nothing in common, yet...

He didn't know why, but it was almost as if she reminded him of someone… someone he missed… someone who'd once filled that aching void in his heart… with a tender smile… a gentle voice… a steady, calm presence… Sis… Ellone… but Rinoa was nothing like her… not really... yet he somehow couldn't separate the two of them in his mind… he didn't understand it… wanted someone to tell him why… but there didn't seem to be anyone who could…

Maybe the mysterious Laguna, if they could only figure out just where the hell the man was… in Esthar, probably, and that was why Ellone had jumped onto the Estharian ship... But he couldn't take the Garden there…

And the responsibility for all of Balamb Garden weighed heavily on his mind too. So heavy that sleep had become almost impossible. The dreams…

Frustrated anger filled him as he shied away from that thought. Why was everyone looking to him for all the answers anyway? How did he get to be their leader? He was seventeen fucking years old and barely graduated. A gunblade expert with only two official missions under his belt. Both of them dismal failures. Why the hell was everyone expecting him to fix the ills of the world?

But his youth hadn't stopped the Headmaster, Cid Kramer, from dumping everything on his shoulders before running back to his wife… Edea. The Sorceress. Matron. The woman who had raised them all and created SeeD itself, if you believed her. And she was also the unwilling vessel for their enemy, Ultimecia. The possibilities for absolute disaster were so strong, it would be a wonder if he could ever sleep again…

Yet he'd been sleeping soundly only moments ago. When it had been days since the dreams had left him alone long enough for him to snatch more than an hour of rest at a time.

The dreams. The damned dreams… of blood… thick on the edge of his blade… dripping from his gloved hands… splashing on the dead, staring faces of those who had trusted him... so much blood… rivers of it… he gritted his teeth and fought the images away.

He could feel the tension gathering in his body again, raising his pulse. And apparently so could Selphie. She shifted beside him, making soft little protesting noises. Her hand pulled away from Irvine's to slide up Squall's chest, pushing his tee shirt aside to find his skin. Her touch distracted him, brought him out of his dark thoughts.

"'S'okay…" she muttered softly, rubbing her cheek against him too. She was naked. A fact he'd been trying very hard not to think about and only partially succeeding. Her small breasts were pushing against his arm and he was hyper-conscious of the sleek warmth of her skin against his. She felt good. Soft and female and… far too damn good.

Because this was just wrong - Selphie and Irvine were a pair. Had been ever since the big memory-fest in the ruins of Trabia Garden. So what the hell was he doing here anyway? He tried to shift away from Selphie, but Irvine's thigh over him had him pretty well trapped. He would have to wake one of them up to get away. And he wasn't sure he wanted to do that yet. He glanced down at the naked Selphie even as her hand flexed on his chest and she gave a soft little sigh, her face relaxed and peaceful in sleep.

No, he was pretty sure he didn't want to face either of them at all for a while. Not until he'd had a chance to think.

"Quit squirmin' an' go back t' sleep," he heard Irvine mutter beside him, making his pulse jump again in surprise. "Ain't even dawn yet."

He turned his head and looked directly into Irvine's half-lidded eyes. The Galbadian seemed sleepy and content, no sign of anger or annoyance on his face at all. Which wasn't right. How could he just calmly invite another man into bed with his girlfriend to sleep with them both in the nude all night long? There had to be a catch. But Irvine just gave him a sleepy grin.

Squall's ever-present, simmering, world-spanning resentment flared. "Let me up," he said tightly, glaring.

"Relax, you're not goin' anywhere yet."

"I'm not asking, Kinneas…"

At the sharp tone of his voice, Selphie gave another soft murmur of annoyance, arching against him and tossing her head slightly. His voice choked off as hardened nipples brushed across his arm, his side, leaving a hot flush in their wake. Her hand flexed on his shoulder, stroking him gently. It felt so easy, so natural, her touch. Like nothing he'd experienced before. Rinoa always talked to him with her hands behind her back, as if someone had warned her not to touch something hot... And before there'd really been no one else who'd even tried to get close to him. Not even Quistis, with her crush that no one thought he knew about. But here was Selphie…

With a little sigh, she slid her thigh slowly up the length of his, her knee riding up until it barely brushed his crotch. Leaving and Irvine were both forgotten as each and every guilty fantasy he'd ever harbored about a woman came to slow, sleepy life in his arms. Breath caught as he fought the automatic reaction of his body, pulse pounding in his ears. Because the reality was even better than he'd imagined, the feelings sharper, his reaction fiercer. Despite it, for a moment, he thought the battle for self-control won. Then her knee rode a little higher, pushing Irvine's leg out of the way and rubbing back and forth over his groin slowly. Squall instantly went as hard as a rock.

"Holy hell," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"I guess I better warn you now, Squall," Irvine's husky voice said, a hint of amusement in it. "If you do stay you might just end up getting thoroughly fucked."

He tensed, head snapping over to glare at the man beside him. Irvine had propped a fist under his cheek and now leaned on his elbow, watching him, long hair falling like a curtain beside his face. A secretive, almost smug, smile tilted the other man's lips up faintly at one corner.

"By you?"

The outraged accusation didn't seem to offend him. Irvine just laughed, a distinctly wicked glitter in his eyes, and shook his head. Then he nodded once at Selphie. Her hand had slid up Squall's neck and was curled almost possessively around the nape of his neck. With her face buried in the pillow beside him, she seemed dead to the world once more. He'd never seen anyone sleep as hard as she did. He wondered briefly how she managed it.

"Nope. She wakes up hotter than a broody dragon does my Seffie. And it looks like she's already got her claws into you…" Irvine's smile seemed far too complacent. Squall's glare deepened into a full scowl.

"This doesn't bug you?"

"Why should it? I'm right here watchin'. Now if she were sneakin' around on me… lyin' and stuff… that would piss me off royal." The amber eyes went as hard as agate and Squall was abruptly reminded that Irvine was the best sniper/assassin in all of SeeD and cooler than ice in battle. A killer just like him, despite the slow-talking, easy-going manner.

They were all killers - Matron's kids - even Selphie. Some of them just hid it better than others.

Selphie moved again, rubbing her breasts against the side of Squall's chest. His breath hissed in. She was so soft… so warm…

"…talking for?" Selphie muttered, the faintest annoyed whine to her drowsy tone. "Sleepin'…"

"Sorry, sunshine," Irvine said softly as he reached across Squall and tenderly stroked the hair back from her face. A little pout was revealed, and her eyes were squinched up tight. She turned toward Irvine's touch, stroking her cheek against his hand like a little cat. She even made a contented humming sound in her throat almost like a purr.

"I f'give you…but…" she said to Irvine, who chuckled softly in return. Squall tensed as she moved closer, sliding over and climbing on top of him. Her sleek thighs straddled him, her heat pressing down over him. He could feel her dampness even through his briefs. Squall froze in astonished shock as her hands slid down his chest, plucking at the tee shirt he still wore. She rose up slightly, blinking slowly, not really focusing on him, and frowned with mild annoyance.

"Want you," she murmured, her voice soft and breathless. "Why are clothes in the way?"

"Selphie…" he managed to choke out, clutching at her waist. The only safe part, that he could see. Her high breasts were poised right over him and he was trying not to look, even as she shifted herself slowly against his cock, rubbing him temptingly, her hands sliding the tee shirt up and aside to skim over his skin, leaving trails of fire on his nerve endings.

She felt so damn good he almost forgot to breathe. And he wasn't even sure if she was aware of what she was doing - who she was doing. Squall flushed uncomfortably, trying to control his reactions and failing. Utterly. Gods, she felt like heaven… he groaned again and Irvine gave a low chuckle beside him. His gaze darted over to the Galbadian to find him grinning secretively, an almost proud look on his face as he watched Selphie move on him.

"She's hot, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but… wait… this isn't…"

"You're talking too much…" Selphie said suddenly, bending down and pressing her lips over his to silence him, drawing his attention sharply back. Then her hand slid down between them, deftly pushing his briefs aside as she lifted herself slightly up. Was she really going to…? Squall stopped breathing and his hands tightened on her waist, but he was powerless to push her away. Instead, he stared glassily up at her face, but she had tipped her head back, and all he could see was her even white teeth clenched on her lower lip. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life... Her hand closed around him with unerring accuracy and the feel of her hand on his cock was like a surge of magical fire. It made his blood burn with need. He groaned helplessly.

But this initial fire was nothing to the one ignited when she guided him inside of her. Hot. Tight. Wet. Surrounding him. He groaned. Holding him. So good. She rose up to a half-sitting position as she slid him into her, her throat working as she moaned. Her high breasts bounced slightly when she pushed herself all the way down. So deep. He'd never realized you could go so deep inside a woman. Never realized the true glory it would be. She was everywhere, holding him tightly.

It couldn't get better than this, he thought. But it did. Squall groaned again as she clenched down on him; the warmth of her, the slickness making him dizzy. Then she began to move. With easy grace, her hips undulated like the sea against the shore and drove him higher and higher with every motion.

His hands were locked around her waist, above her flexing hips. Fingers digging in. He was probably bruising her, but he couldn't help it. Couldn't let go now.

She was moving over him, hands braced on his chest; body rising, falling, driving him insane. Then she suddenly stopped with a little gasp. "Irvine?" she called. Squall's eyes flashed open in shock. Irvine? How the hell could he have forgotten him? But there he was, leaning beside them, a faintly flushed look on his face.

"I'm here, sunshine," the other man rumbled softly, meeting Squall's alarmed gaze with amazing calm. Irvine's hand was stroking her back tenderly. "But it ain't me inside you."

"I know," she murmured, rolling her head to the side to look at him through slitted lids. A small, knowing smile on her lips. "He feels good…" She said that with a little hiss as she rose up and came down with exquisite slowness. Freezing the breath in Squall's throat. "But you're touching me too."

"Always, sunshine," Irvine said, lips quirking as he noted the frozen look on Squall's face, the pale dismay. "What's the matter? Don't you want to fuck her, Squall?"

"Gods, Irvine!" Squall groaned.

"What?" Irvine said, raising auburn brows in confusion.

"Don't talk about her like that!"

"What… oh…" Irvine smiled and ducked his head. "That's nothin'. You should hear her when she gets going. Right, Seffie? Hey, what do you want Squall to do to you, sunshine?"

"I want him to fuck me, Irvine," she replied softly, her eyes opening slightly, watching him. Glittering with all the mysterious secrets of woman and sex. "Ram it hard. Go deep, like you do. Make me feel like he's trying to climb all the way inside…"

Squall groaned deeply at her words, thrusting up despite himself, hips flexing. Fiercely. Over and over again. She broke off her little monologue with a rising cry, her hips pressing down to meet his avidly.

"That's it! Yes… like that! Fuck me!" she cried out. Selphie reared up, her hands streaking up her own body to cup her high breasts. She squeezed her own nipples, the sight making Squall groan helplessly again. Beside him Irvine's breath hissed in. Then the other man's hands covered Selphie's as he surged to his knees beside them, groaning. Irvine arched over and devoured Selphie's mouth, hands running over her breasts, circling her throat, stroking down her front to the place where they joined. She moaned deep in her throat, a pleased, hungry sound.

Irvine ran one finger around her, brushing against them both, slipping easily through dampness to make her moan and squirm. Squall grunted in surprise - it felt good to him too. Then Irvine lifted his hand, and, gaze locked with Selphie's, ran the same finger around her mouth before pushing it slowly between her lips. She drew it in without hesitation, sucking on his finger eagerly. Squall moaned desperately at the sight. And all the while she was still moving on him.

She was fire and glory, wet and tight and so hot he thought he was going to burst into flame. Squall could only watch, feel, die a little, as Selphie - with Irvine beside her - rode him. Hard.

He watched Irvine pull his finger out of her mouth and kiss her. Stroke her. Pinch her nipples and make her cry out. Saw the light sweat start on her body, heard the rasp of her breathing as she worked on him, saw the sharp contrast of Irvine's tanned hands on her pale flesh, brushing against his own fingers…

It was too much. He surged up, hands clamping down on her hips as he poured himself into her with a harsh, guttural cry. Feeling as if the very life essence was being pulled from him as he arched up, driving even deeper into Selphie, who arched back with an equally wild cry of her own, half-swallowed by Irvine's mouth, as he emptied himself into her.

Then she began to pulse around him… she was coming too and her orgasm was so hot, so tight that a second, weaker one was pulled from him and he shouted out in near agony before collapsing flat on the bed, panting and sweating. Selphie leaned to the side, caught up in Irvine's arms where he knelt, trembling, beside them.

"Oh, gods… sweet mother of all reason… oh, sunshine…" Irvine was nearly babbling above him, kissing her in between phrases. "You were so beautiful… so beautiful… my sweet Seffie…"

"Love you, cowboy," she said softly, gazing up at him from heavy-lidded eyes, arms draped possessively around his neck. Everyone just breathed for a few moments. Squall lay still below her; threw an arm across his eyes to block out the sight of them. Feeling the pain strike deep into his heart like a shaft of ice despite the warmth of her still covering him. Outsider. He was always the outsider.

Then, before he could fight the pain away, a mouth clamped down over his and his lips were roughly pushed apart. A hot mouth searched his, tongue probing deep. So good. Not alone. He groaned, surrendering briefly. It was a ravishing kiss… possessive and rough with stubble… not Selphie… His arm flew back and he stared into Irvine's face right above his own.

Squall twisted away, glaring. Pleasure already forgotten. Irvine was kissing him?

"…the hell!"

"Oh no," Irvine said, leaning over and grinning darkly as he wound one hand in Squall's hair to hold his head still. "You don't fuck my girl then play hard to get…"

"If she's yours… then what am I doing here… the hell!" His outraged comment broke off as Selphie somehow clamped down on him. His breath left him on a gasp as she squeezed his half-softened cock tightly inside her. And to his now-breathless astonishment he went almost hard again. Selphie made a surprised little squeak of sound and glanced down at him, eyes wide, then a smug little grin danced around her lips. She ran her fingers over his chest, lightly exploring him beneath his bunched up shirt, toying with his necklace.

"Boys… no arguing," she scolded him gently, then reached out and caught at Irvine's hair, tugging his head up toward her. He went with a grimace. She frowned between the two of them, the frown more of a disappointed pout than truly angry. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Irvine's cheek, her eyes dark, as she said, "But I'd like to see that again… "

"What?" Squall asked, distracted by the slick feel of her around his re-awakened cock. She felt so good, every movement electric. His hands started sliding up her waist without plan on his part. Until thumbs brushed the plumply rounded undersides of her breasts. They were small, but not too small, about a handful each. And he wanted to find out exactly how they felt in his hands… the nipples looked hard, reddened by Irvine's fingers… his breath hissed in.

"…I want to see you guys kiss," she continued, her voice husky, eyes half-lidded. "Sweetie?" And she looked at Irvine expectantly. Squall blinked up at her in distraction. She was moving again… what had she said?

Irvine smiled dangerously and leaned back on his arm. "Nope. His turn."

"Please?" she said, pouting charmingly. But Irvine just shook his head, watching her closely.

Their words slowly sank in.

"You want me to kiss him?" Squall asked in disbelief. Selphie looked down at him, rocking on him gently in a way that she almost seemed unaware of, her lips parted slightly, her breath coming faster once more.

"Oh, yes…" Her eyes glittered and she raised her hands to his, guiding them up her body, over her breasts. He touched the mounds gently, carefully, breath hissing out. Because he knew he was strong and she seemed so delicate by comparison, but she felt better than he'd imagined… soft, full. The shape… the weight… perfect. Hard nipples poked against his palms, teasing him.

"See, Irvine? I put his hands on me…"

There was a growl beside them and Irvine was leaning over them again. He pushed one of Squall's hands aside and his mouth latched onto her nipple, then opening wide to take nearly her whole breast in as he sucked. She gave a little shriek and arched back, driving Squall further into her, pressing down on him. He groaned and arched up again too… chain reaction… making Selphie gasp and writhe more…

"No fair!" she managed, tugging Irvine's head away.

"You taste like him…" Irvine murmured, eyes glittering possessively for an instant. Then he was lifting her up, from the advantage of his greater height, pulling her off Squall even as he fell back with his prize. While Squall groaned and grasped futilely after her, mildly stunned by the interruption.

Irvine settled Selphie over his lap and Squall watched as he carefully positioned himself then slowly started to push himself into her. Right exactly where Squall had just been… She cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck and throwing her head back in abandonment.

"Yes! Oh, baby, yes! Do me!"

At her wanton cry, Squall couldn't stand it any more. Blood thundered in his veins. He'd been essentially passive so far, letting her set the pace while Irvine apparently orchestrated the scene. Something that should have pissed him off, loner that he was, but… she just looked so… incredibly sexy… with Irvine slowly filling her, a look of intense concentration on his face... and it felt so good to just let go and not think… for once… to just feel… what could it hurt? To touch…

She was biting her lip, her hands clutching Irvine's shoulders, leaning back in his arms. Slender body taut like a bow. Her eyes closed. Her expression abandoned. Obviously enjoying every moment of pleasure her lover was bringing her. Selphie seemed to savor each instant as if it were her last. Impassioned. Intense. Making the most of life while it was hers. So different from his own bitter way…

Irvine's babbling from before made perfect sense now… she was stunningly beautiful like this. They both were. He envied Irvine… but for now, he was here too… Carpe Diem.

Squall rolled over, shucking his briefs impatiently before climbing to his knees and crawling up behind her. Irvine was leaning back against a stack of pillows in the corner, knees slightly bent, with Selphie straddling his lap. He had an arm around her waist to steady her. Squall slid his arms around her waist above Irvine's, pressing himself close and bending down to run the tip of his tongue over the tender skin beneath her ear and down her neck.

She rewarded him with another little shriek and a gasp. Irvine's arm pressed into his stomach like a hot bar. He ran into a hand on her breast, and, not disputing the territory, smoothly shifted his grasp to the other. Rolling the nipple against his palm. Making Selphie shudder and moan. Listening to her was finer than music.

"Do it, Kinneas," he ordered, staring into the other man's eyes.

"Glad you could join the fun, Leonhart," Irvine said, his eyes gleaming wickedly. Then he thrust the rest of the way inside the woman between them. She arched up with a short cry, head falling back trustingly against Squall's shoulder. He reached up and twisted her face toward him. Kissing her long and deep. Sweet… so sweet…

"Oh, yes. So nice…" she mumbled when he let her up for air. She was bouncing slightly against him in time to Irvine's slow thrusts. He spread one hand over her stomach, skimming it lower. He could feel the motion shake her, rubbing her against his aching cock. So primal. Echoing his own need. He began to push against her too, counterpoint. Driving himself against her tight bottom, slick with a combination of sweat, the moisture from before and his own leaking fluids, even as Irvine moved inside her. Pressing her hard between them. And he wondered how she could endure it… she seemed so small… but strong... and achingly sexy… She was panting and moaning, hands catching at him, at Irvine.

"Kiss him for me…" she said. And without complaint this time, Squall leaned forward and opened his mouth over Irvine's. Tongues dueling, lips seeking. He was spice to her sweetness… wet and warm and just as good. Squall reached a hand across and buried it in the Galbadian's hair, pulling himself closer, Selphie caught between them.

"Oh! Oh yes…" Selphie hissed as he and Irvine devoured each other's mouths. Bruising lips, tangling tongues, swallowing each other's moans. Somehow she reached around her own back and curled her hand around his cock, giving him something tighter to push against than just her back. As if he really needed to… could even imagine coming again after before… but he was already close. So close. She was fire, searing them both. He could feel the deep groan from Irvine as the shudders began, taste the raw passion in the other man's mouth. He broke away only because he was desperate for air, forehead dropping down toward Selphie's shoulder as he pushed against her hand, panting hard. Wrapped tightly around her, hips moving instinctively. Focused. Intent. The scent of them all… the slick feel… the motion…

"Come on…" he found himself saying, barely recognizing his own voice, husky with need. "Do it again, Selphie. Come for us…"

"Squall, oh… Irvine!" she gasped, voice rising, almost desperately. Squall felt Irvine's hand drop down between them, touch her deftly, and then she was shaking against him again, her hand gripping him tighter. She arched up, calling out as she came once more. The feel of her release, of her, of Irvine, made him freeze against her, crying out through gritted teeth as he spurted helplessly once more, all over her hand and her back. Coming so hard it was almost painful - no, it was painful, balls crawling up tight and feeling as if they had been wrung dry. But good too. So very good.

Squall leaned, exhausted, against her back, listening through the blood roaring in his ears to Irvine's harsh shout as he too surged up, pressing Selphie higher, shuddering against her, shaking them all. Selphie cried out again, a high keening sound, her hips pistoning wildly between, making Squall groan and sway. Irvine's hand caught his arm, tugging him down to the side, directing his fall. He landed across the bed in a kind of slow motion, pulling Selphie with him, legs tangled, making her whimper as he pulled her away from Irvine. Who simply turned himself and collapsed down beside her, facing her, a hand coming up to frame her flushed face.

"Okay, sunshine?" Irvine asked a little breathlessly, kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Happy?"

"Oh… yes…" she said softly as Squall pulled her back against him, snuggling her close even as he seemed to drop off almost instantly into exhausted sleep. Reluctant to lose contact with her. She went without protest, heavy eyelids half-covering her loving gaze. She smiled at Irvine secretively. "Thank you, lover."

Irvine's gaze ran down to where Squall's arms held her in a tight embrace, a brow rising curiously, a questioning gleam in his eye. He caught one of her hands in his, drawing it up to his mouth to kiss it softly. She squeezed his hand in return and continued to smile at him, running the other hand soothingly over Squall's tense arm. It was as if the boy was afraid she would slip out of his grasp. Her expression sobered slightly; her fading pleasure turned faintly to ashes as she slowly began to realize just what they'd taken on. And it was 'they' because her heart belonged to Irvine. But it was a big heart…

"He asleep?" she asked Irvine softly, fighting off her own weariness. But a good kind. Her lover nodded once, a wry smile on his lovely mouth, strands of gleaming auburn hair falling down around his face. She stared at that mouth for a moment, distracted by remembering all the wonderful things he could do with it… to her and for her… her breathing shortened and her pulse surged a bit even though she'd just been thoroughly fucked twice in a row… and it had been fantastic - better than fantastic, stupendous, even - but her lover always had that effect on her. She shook her head, blinking hard to get her thoughts back on track, then frowned thoughtfully, "Poor baby, he needs loving in the worst way. Darn that girl!"

"Rinoa?"

"Who else? I could smack her for teasing him so much when it's clear as crystal he just needs somebody to hold him - even if he says he doesn't want it."

"So say you, oh wise woman," Irvine said, gently teasing. "He'd probably bite the head off anyone else who tried…"

"Well, she can't just do it in front of everyone…" she said, rolling her eyes in disgust for Rinoa's lack of perception. Squall was a private guy. Everyone knew that. Except Rinoa who was always clutching at him in public, the fluff-head, making him close up and get all tense. She, Selphie, knew for a fact that there were numerous little alcoves and hidden spots around Balamb where lovers could meet privately… she and Irvine had used their share of them. And probably initiated most of them… she grinned happily at the memories, her mind bouncing with it's usual ease from idea to idea.

Irvine just lay beside her, watching her, wearing a patient look on a face that was also wearily sated. He tucked her hand against his chest, settling down further against the pillows to face her, long body at ease, just watching the thoughts race over her features. One of his favorite pastimes, he claimed. Gods, he was pretty. She sighed deeply. Distracted once more. So pretty, it was amazing she wasn't chasing the girls off with her nunchaku… and some of the boys too… speaking of…

"Besides, you got him here," she said with a pleased gleam in her eye, back on topic. "And I want all the details on that later, sweetie."

"Of course," he said, smiling, warm amber gaze searching her expression thoroughly, making her blush. "Hey, you know that old saw about the cat an' the canary? Well, it's you all over right now, sunshine."

She smiled and laughed softly, loving him even more for his generous nature, laughter subsiding only when Squall moved restlessly against her back. Irvine sobered too, watching Squall's face over her shoulder.

"I don't think he's sleepin' much lately," he said, frowning slightly. "Looked like shit earlier."

"Well, he's certainly sleeping now," she said, feeling fairly smug about that. And letting it show. They'd worn him out. It hadn't really been part of her fantasy to do Squall, but he really had felt good inside her… his swordsman's hands on her… with her sweet Irvine kissing and touching her too… both of them… so pretty… her breathing shortened again and she swallowed hard, shifting slightly. Okay, so she had a new fantasy now. Or was that a reality? Irvine chuckled and shook his head, chin rubbing gently, deliberately over her fingers, eyes gleaming as he read her mind. He did that far too often, the big lug.

"You're dangerous, you know that? It's a darn good thing I keep you busy every night or you'd be a menace," he teased, even though he knew she scarcely looked at anyone else now that they were together… except Squall… and sometimes Zell… and even Quistis. But he knew all about them… besides, she was mostly talk… until now… "Now go to sleep, sunshine. We need rest too you know."

"I know," she said and heaved a long-suffering sigh, closing her eyes obediently and trying to act all martyred. But a stubborn little grin spoiled it. Irvine chuckled again, leaned forward and kissed her nose. She giggled slightly, then snuggled down in Squall's arms, her free hand held securely in her lover's, and prepared to go to sleep in the early morning quiet, listening to the sounds of two men breathing.

And it was good...

- - To be continued - -