Sequins & Pearls (Rinoa/Seifer, Rinoa/Squall, NC-17)
Title: Sequins & Pearls
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Rinoa/Seifer, Rinoa/Squall
Rating: NC-17
A/N: this fic is for lynnxlady who requested Rinoa/Seifer that-was-all-about-Squall, involving a wedding gown and ring, and bitter, raw and sexy in tone. I hope this is the kind of thing you were thinking of! I tried to include a bit of Seifer/Squall UST but in the end I just couldn't fit it in.
A/N2: This is unbeta'd, so any errors and gratutious use of italics are all my fault.
The dress is made of satin and lace, decorated with beads and sequins, so white that it's almost glowing. Rinoa has crept up to her room time and time again over the last few weeks just try it on, to feel the material against her body, and gaze at herself in the mirror - the picture of innocence.
She wants to live in this dress, be the person who she becomes when she slips it on. It's only when she wears it that she thinks these thoughts, oh yes, no matter how she once acted, that was before. But the character stays once she's changed back to her normal, dull clothes and sneaks away again, this time to the training centre, to the wrong arms.
She dances around her bedroom with only the mirror for an audience, and dreams of the forbidden, over and over again.
*
"I couldn't get away sooner," she murmurs breathlessly into his lips. Of course she couldn't, any sooner and she'd have missed her own wedding service, but that's not the point. The point is she's been waiting, so very long.
He says nothing, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her. His arms are tight around her chest; her feet leave the floor. She can barely breathe, and her head is spinning. He releases her at last, and she almost stumbles as her feet regain control, but his arms hold her still.
She's wearing her beautiful dress, feet encased in satin slippers, flowers in her hair. He gazes down at her, eyes taking her in. This is what she's dreamed of, it's oh so very wrong but that's what makes it so right. She takes a breath, colour rising to her cheeks, watching him watch her.
"You look beautiful," he says, and kisses her again. They don't have time to lose.
*
Rinoa's not perfect. She's told Squall so, but he didn't say anything. He never does. She said too much, pushing him for an answer. She told him she wasn't a virgin, but he said nothing.
She told him that Seifer had been her first, and Squall simply kissed her till she'd forgotten what she wanted to say anyway. She couldn't help but wonder afterwards if that had been his intention.
*
Seifer's hands are in her hair, brushing roughly against the flowers that rest there. His lips frantically move against hers - she has to catch mouthfuls of air when he whispers words to her. You're mine, Rinoa, even in that dress and she wants to say especially in this dress but she can't find the words when he pushes his tongue into her mouth, forcing her lips further apart.
Her hands meet behind his shoulders, the fingers on her right hand rubbing at the ring on her left. She wears satin gloves to match her dress, reaching to her elbows. The ring is tight on her finger around the fabric, trapping her, marking her, and Rinoa loves it. She runs her finger over the diamond on her ring, and shivers in delight.
Seifer suddenly breaks away from her, grabbing her left hand and pulling the ring from her finger. She stares at him in fascination, aching for the ring to be back on her finger, for his hands to be touching her again. He tosses the ring away, and Rinoa stands on tiptoe, trying to see over his shoulder, searching for a glimpse of her precious ring.
He pushes her back against the wall, tongue claiming her mouth again and this time his hands are on her waist, holding her tightly, pushing his body against hers. How can she possibly go back into the real world without her ring? But then how can the real world possibly exist when all she can see is Seifer in front of her, all she can hear is the sound of her frantic breathing, all she can taste is desire?
*
Most of the wedding presents they received earlier that day were unsurprising. A photo album (a dancing couple embossed in gold on the front) from Selphie and Irvine; a china tea set from Quistis; an adorable yapping puppy from Zell.
Rinoa blushed when she opened the present from Seifer: a pearl necklace, glistening with memories. Squall looked at it over her shoulder - and said nothing.
*
The bodice of the dress is tight against her skin, pushing her breasts upwards. There is barely room for Seifer's hand as he forces it under the fabric, pushing roughly against her nipples. He muffles her gasps with his mouth, and she feels like she might burst in an explosion of sequins and pearls.
His other hand reaches down, tugging at the skirt of her dress, pulling it up around her waist. Be careful with my dress, she whispers, punctuated with a moan. She knows she should be thinking about her return to the real world - it'd never do to appear breathless and flushed in a ripped dress, flowers lopsided in her hair. But all she can think about is how she wants to look perfect in their dream world, an image of pristine innocence.
His hand is between her legs now, pressed against her white panties. She shivers, mind reeling, and he whispers to her, you're so wet, pushing the lace to one side. It's all for you, Seifer, she says, and then he pushes his fingers inside and she almost chokes on her breath. His thumb rubs against her clit and she can't even imagine another world existing now.
*
Squall never asks her where she goes in the evenings. She almost thinks she'd tell him if he only ask. But he doesn't.
At night she doesn't feel like she sleeps, but simply stares at the ceiling instead, picturing satin and lace, kissing and gasping, squeezing and fucking. It's wrong, of course, for her hands to move slowly down across her stomach, under the waistband of her silk pyjamas. If she makes quick, frantic movements, she can get it over with in a couple of minutes, and then forget she was ever thinking such wrong thoughts at all. If only it was that easy...
Sometimes Squall will take a breath or move in a certain way that makes her wonder if he's really asleep at all -
But she doesn't ask.
*
Seifer's hands leave her, and she opens her eyes in surprise, but its only because he's tugging at the zip of his trousers, pulling it undone. Rinoa sinks to her knees immediately, taking his hard length in her mouth and imaging her lipstick smearing all over it (although it must have been all kissed away now).
She feels him lean forward again the wall with one hand, the wall she's still pressed back against, and listens out for his ragged breathing. One hand reaches down to brush the pearls around her neck. His hands are warm, the pearls are cold; her ankles ache as she puts all her weight on her satin high heeled slippers - but what a pretty picture they must make.
*
Squall proposed in the spring, just a month or so ago now. So soon after their adventure. The timing was perfect, the stars in the sky were perfect, the ring was perfect (although Rinoa knows he must have had help choosing it). He stumbled over his words, unable to look her in the eye, and when she said yes, he seemed so relieved that she was doubly glad she had.
This is what husbands are like. They blush and love you quietly, they don't kiss and lick and grab like lovers.
And this is what Rinoa's dream world is like - beautiful and compelling, and so much more real than the others.
*
Seifer grabs Rinoa by the shoulders, and tugs her upright again. Already breathless, she catches her breath as he lifts her up and pushes her against the wall to keep her up there. She wraps her legs around his waist, gasping as his rough fingers pull her panties to one side - and then he pushes into her, hard. He gasps then, leaning towards her for a moment, his forehead resting on hers. Then he leans back, holding her steady against the wall, and begins to move in and out of her.
She stares at him, and he stares back steadily, though she's not sure what her eyes are trying to tell him. She bites her lip for a moment, and is satisfied to see his gaze flicker to her mouth. She does it again, letting her tongue linger for longer, and this time he leans forward and presses his lips to hers, unexpectedly, his teeth scraping her lips.
When his movement slows suddenly, pushing hard into her, Rinoa slips her tongue into his mouth, making the most of their last moment.
*
Rinoa loves Squall. She loves being a wife, a bride. She can't imagine not going home to Squall at the end of the day.
Rinoa loves Seifer. She loves being fucked, being kissed, being teased, by Seifer. She can't imagine not drifting into his arms whenever the real world lets her go.
*
They are still for a moment or two, then Seifer reluctantly pulls out from her. Rinoa slips gracefully back onto the floor, straightening her dress. They have no time left.
She lets her gaze run over him again, and takes a few steps towards the doorway. They don't need to say anything, but they have an unspoken agreement that she'll leave first, and he'll follow later, to avoid suspicion.
He smiles at her; a strange, bittersweet smile that makes her want to turn time back to the moment she walked through this door, so that they can do this all over again.
"You've forgotten something," he says, softly.
"What?" she frowns, hand pausing as it pats her hair.
He takes a step forward and reaches for her hand. She holds it out, obediently, and he presses her diamond ring into her hand. How could she forget?
"Thank you," she says, and turns towards the doorway, back to the real world.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Rinoa/Seifer, Rinoa/Squall
Rating: NC-17
A/N: this fic is for lynnxlady who requested Rinoa/Seifer that-was-all-about-Squall, involving a wedding gown and ring, and bitter, raw and sexy in tone. I hope this is the kind of thing you were thinking of! I tried to include a bit of Seifer/Squall UST but in the end I just couldn't fit it in.
A/N2: This is unbeta'd, so any errors and gratutious use of italics are all my fault.
The dress is made of satin and lace, decorated with beads and sequins, so white that it's almost glowing. Rinoa has crept up to her room time and time again over the last few weeks just try it on, to feel the material against her body, and gaze at herself in the mirror - the picture of innocence.
She wants to live in this dress, be the person who she becomes when she slips it on. It's only when she wears it that she thinks these thoughts, oh yes, no matter how she once acted, that was before. But the character stays once she's changed back to her normal, dull clothes and sneaks away again, this time to the training centre, to the wrong arms.
She dances around her bedroom with only the mirror for an audience, and dreams of the forbidden, over and over again.
*
"I couldn't get away sooner," she murmurs breathlessly into his lips. Of course she couldn't, any sooner and she'd have missed her own wedding service, but that's not the point. The point is she's been waiting, so very long.
He says nothing, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her. His arms are tight around her chest; her feet leave the floor. She can barely breathe, and her head is spinning. He releases her at last, and she almost stumbles as her feet regain control, but his arms hold her still.
She's wearing her beautiful dress, feet encased in satin slippers, flowers in her hair. He gazes down at her, eyes taking her in. This is what she's dreamed of, it's oh so very wrong but that's what makes it so right. She takes a breath, colour rising to her cheeks, watching him watch her.
"You look beautiful," he says, and kisses her again. They don't have time to lose.
*
Rinoa's not perfect. She's told Squall so, but he didn't say anything. He never does. She said too much, pushing him for an answer. She told him she wasn't a virgin, but he said nothing.
She told him that Seifer had been her first, and Squall simply kissed her till she'd forgotten what she wanted to say anyway. She couldn't help but wonder afterwards if that had been his intention.
*
Seifer's hands are in her hair, brushing roughly against the flowers that rest there. His lips frantically move against hers - she has to catch mouthfuls of air when he whispers words to her. You're mine, Rinoa, even in that dress and she wants to say especially in this dress but she can't find the words when he pushes his tongue into her mouth, forcing her lips further apart.
Her hands meet behind his shoulders, the fingers on her right hand rubbing at the ring on her left. She wears satin gloves to match her dress, reaching to her elbows. The ring is tight on her finger around the fabric, trapping her, marking her, and Rinoa loves it. She runs her finger over the diamond on her ring, and shivers in delight.
Seifer suddenly breaks away from her, grabbing her left hand and pulling the ring from her finger. She stares at him in fascination, aching for the ring to be back on her finger, for his hands to be touching her again. He tosses the ring away, and Rinoa stands on tiptoe, trying to see over his shoulder, searching for a glimpse of her precious ring.
He pushes her back against the wall, tongue claiming her mouth again and this time his hands are on her waist, holding her tightly, pushing his body against hers. How can she possibly go back into the real world without her ring? But then how can the real world possibly exist when all she can see is Seifer in front of her, all she can hear is the sound of her frantic breathing, all she can taste is desire?
*
Most of the wedding presents they received earlier that day were unsurprising. A photo album (a dancing couple embossed in gold on the front) from Selphie and Irvine; a china tea set from Quistis; an adorable yapping puppy from Zell.
Rinoa blushed when she opened the present from Seifer: a pearl necklace, glistening with memories. Squall looked at it over her shoulder - and said nothing.
*
The bodice of the dress is tight against her skin, pushing her breasts upwards. There is barely room for Seifer's hand as he forces it under the fabric, pushing roughly against her nipples. He muffles her gasps with his mouth, and she feels like she might burst in an explosion of sequins and pearls.
His other hand reaches down, tugging at the skirt of her dress, pulling it up around her waist. Be careful with my dress, she whispers, punctuated with a moan. She knows she should be thinking about her return to the real world - it'd never do to appear breathless and flushed in a ripped dress, flowers lopsided in her hair. But all she can think about is how she wants to look perfect in their dream world, an image of pristine innocence.
His hand is between her legs now, pressed against her white panties. She shivers, mind reeling, and he whispers to her, you're so wet, pushing the lace to one side. It's all for you, Seifer, she says, and then he pushes his fingers inside and she almost chokes on her breath. His thumb rubs against her clit and she can't even imagine another world existing now.
*
Squall never asks her where she goes in the evenings. She almost thinks she'd tell him if he only ask. But he doesn't.
At night she doesn't feel like she sleeps, but simply stares at the ceiling instead, picturing satin and lace, kissing and gasping, squeezing and fucking. It's wrong, of course, for her hands to move slowly down across her stomach, under the waistband of her silk pyjamas. If she makes quick, frantic movements, she can get it over with in a couple of minutes, and then forget she was ever thinking such wrong thoughts at all. If only it was that easy...
Sometimes Squall will take a breath or move in a certain way that makes her wonder if he's really asleep at all -
But she doesn't ask.
*
Seifer's hands leave her, and she opens her eyes in surprise, but its only because he's tugging at the zip of his trousers, pulling it undone. Rinoa sinks to her knees immediately, taking his hard length in her mouth and imaging her lipstick smearing all over it (although it must have been all kissed away now).
She feels him lean forward again the wall with one hand, the wall she's still pressed back against, and listens out for his ragged breathing. One hand reaches down to brush the pearls around her neck. His hands are warm, the pearls are cold; her ankles ache as she puts all her weight on her satin high heeled slippers - but what a pretty picture they must make.
*
Squall proposed in the spring, just a month or so ago now. So soon after their adventure. The timing was perfect, the stars in the sky were perfect, the ring was perfect (although Rinoa knows he must have had help choosing it). He stumbled over his words, unable to look her in the eye, and when she said yes, he seemed so relieved that she was doubly glad she had.
This is what husbands are like. They blush and love you quietly, they don't kiss and lick and grab like lovers.
And this is what Rinoa's dream world is like - beautiful and compelling, and so much more real than the others.
*
Seifer grabs Rinoa by the shoulders, and tugs her upright again. Already breathless, she catches her breath as he lifts her up and pushes her against the wall to keep her up there. She wraps her legs around his waist, gasping as his rough fingers pull her panties to one side - and then he pushes into her, hard. He gasps then, leaning towards her for a moment, his forehead resting on hers. Then he leans back, holding her steady against the wall, and begins to move in and out of her.
She stares at him, and he stares back steadily, though she's not sure what her eyes are trying to tell him. She bites her lip for a moment, and is satisfied to see his gaze flicker to her mouth. She does it again, letting her tongue linger for longer, and this time he leans forward and presses his lips to hers, unexpectedly, his teeth scraping her lips.
When his movement slows suddenly, pushing hard into her, Rinoa slips her tongue into his mouth, making the most of their last moment.
*
Rinoa loves Squall. She loves being a wife, a bride. She can't imagine not going home to Squall at the end of the day.
Rinoa loves Seifer. She loves being fucked, being kissed, being teased, by Seifer. She can't imagine not drifting into his arms whenever the real world lets her go.
*
They are still for a moment or two, then Seifer reluctantly pulls out from her. Rinoa slips gracefully back onto the floor, straightening her dress. They have no time left.
She lets her gaze run over him again, and takes a few steps towards the doorway. They don't need to say anything, but they have an unspoken agreement that she'll leave first, and he'll follow later, to avoid suspicion.
He smiles at her; a strange, bittersweet smile that makes her want to turn time back to the moment she walked through this door, so that they can do this all over again.
"You've forgotten something," he says, softly.
"What?" she frowns, hand pausing as it pats her hair.
He takes a step forward and reaches for her hand. She holds it out, obediently, and he presses her diamond ring into her hand. How could she forget?
"Thank you," she says, and turns towards the doorway, back to the real world.