FFVIII: Need
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, smut
Rating: R
Summary: Ellone gives what she has. For philosophy_20.
"Squall," she whispers, against his hair, as his arms draw her closer, as he pushes into her with a broken sob caught in his throat. She holds him, tries to soothe him, giving herself over to him and letting him give himself to her, his skin cool against hers, hers warm against his. She loves him. She loves him unbearably much, and she will do anything to see him happy: even this, something she never wanted.
He was her brother, not this. This is all for him, though he makes her cry his name and the marks of her fingernails are on his shoulders. His kisses are desperate -- a drowning man searching for air, a desperate boy searching for the love he always felt denied.
Ellone will deny him nothing, now.
"I love you," he whispers to her, kissing her again, making her cry out as he thrusts into her. He rests his forehead against hers and closes his eyes and so she closes her eyes, too, and lets it all take over her -- the pleasure and the guilt as he sobs the name he called her then: Sis, Sis, Sis.
"I love you," she whispers back, her fingers smoothing his hair, untangling, petting. She feels him stiffen and lets that take her too, holding onto him and whimpering his name.
"I need you," he tells her, and she closes her eyes against that knowledge. Yes. Yes, he does.
Pairing: Squall/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, smut
Rating: R
Summary: Ellone gives what she has. For philosophy_20.
"Squall," she whispers, against his hair, as his arms draw her closer, as he pushes into her with a broken sob caught in his throat. She holds him, tries to soothe him, giving herself over to him and letting him give himself to her, his skin cool against hers, hers warm against his. She loves him. She loves him unbearably much, and she will do anything to see him happy: even this, something she never wanted.
He was her brother, not this. This is all for him, though he makes her cry his name and the marks of her fingernails are on his shoulders. His kisses are desperate -- a drowning man searching for air, a desperate boy searching for the love he always felt denied.
Ellone will deny him nothing, now.
"I love you," he whispers to her, kissing her again, making her cry out as he thrusts into her. He rests his forehead against hers and closes his eyes and so she closes her eyes, too, and lets it all take over her -- the pleasure and the guilt as he sobs the name he called her then: Sis, Sis, Sis.
"I love you," she whispers back, her fingers smoothing his hair, untangling, petting. She feels him stiffen and lets that take her too, holding onto him and whimpering his name.
"I need you," he tells her, and she closes her eyes against that knowledge. Yes. Yes, he does.