FFVIII, Seifer Almasy/Squall Leonhart/Rinoa Heartilly, Soft
Theme: #22 Remembering
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy VIII; Seifer Almasy/Squall Leonhart/Rinoa Heartilly
Title: Soft
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns all.
"Seifer was my lover once, too."
Rinoa isn't surprised. Not really. The only surprising thing is the timing Squall chose to announce it, with them in bed together, curled together after sex, warm and drowsy. His fingers are curled into her hair, tugging gently, almost playfully, carefully navigating the knots. His heartbeat was slowing and now it's quickened again, and she shifts her head on his chest so her cheek is over that wild, out of control thrum. "I thought so."
He hmms in surprise, his fingers tangling for a moment more roughly in her hair. Then he stills, untangling her hair from around his fingers and just smoothing it, neatening it. She likes the lazy feel of it. "You thought so?"
"Yes."
"How did you...?"
She laughs a little, reaching up to take his hand, tangling their fingers carefully. "I didn't know. I just... well, I know him. Or knew him, anyway, I'm not so sure about that anymore. He had a way of touching me and you do it too. Nearly always. Not as much as he did, but enough..."
Squall frowns, his eyebrows drawing together a little as he sits up, disturbing her and making her sit up, too. His hand falls away from hers -- not a drawing away, but an accidental letting go. He doesn't run from Rinoa and his feelings for her anymore; at least, not most of the time, and not right now. "A way?"
"Like this."
She touches him softly, her fingers whispering over his cheek. Her fingers are smaller than his, smoother, but it's still essentially the same touch. She watches Squall swallow as her fingers brush down over his cheek, down over his jawbone, slipping down his neck, pressing just lightly at his Adam's apple and then lower, tracing his collarbones.
"I remember," he says, softly, swallowing hard so that she feels his skin move under her fingertips. It makes her feel strangely powerful to feel his body working like that, know she could end it, know she won't. He shivers, a little, though it's far from cold in the little room and he's probably too hot in reality.
"He'd keep it up for, oh, hours, sometimes. It used to drive me mad..."
And all the while her fingers trace the lines of him, whispering over his shoulders, moving slowly down his chest. She circles one of his nipples with her finger and hears the quick intake of his breath, kisses him softly to swallow the rumble of a moan. Down over his stomach and he pushes up, restless, his cheeks a little flushed and his breathing fast.
"Rinoa -- "
"Ssh. I want to know what it's like. To do it to someone."
He holds still, then, in that wonderful way he has of granting her whatever she wants whenever, somehow, he finds that she wanted something. She brushes her fingers over his cock, listens to his breath catch again, kisses him again, soft and sweet, slow and deep. He's almost melting under her touch, pushing his hips up, his breath coming now in a quick rush, in and out and in and out.
Rinoa moves her fingers lower, down his inner thighs, and feels him tremble. Smiling, she stops, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him down -- gentle, of course, gentle as her touches, but that just seems all the more irresistible.
"Touch me," she breathes, after a moment more, and Squall closes his eyes, reaching for her. His fingers brush over her sides, her nipples, her stomach, there and gone again, teasing, and then his fingers move downward and one gentle slide has his fingers inside her, teasing for a moment and then withdrawing. He teases more, making her shudder, making her whimper and moan and flush, and then he puts his hands lightly on her hips and draws her closer.
"Rinoa," he whispers, softly, not opening his eyes. "Please."
She nods slightly, even though he can't see her, and leans down for another of those slow and sweet kisses. She pushes down easily, taking him inside herself, gasping at the feeling and pushing down more, giving him a moment in which his hips push up and withdraw, teasingly tauntingly deeper for mere seconds that feel amazing.
She rests her hands on his chest again, finding the right rhythm, slow and steady and getting quicker, easy movements, easy to maintain even when he's pushing up into her, deeper than she thought he could, deeper than she thinks she can handle and so good. Squall reaches up, his fingers tangling in her hair, pushes up and kisses her, kisses her jaw, her neck, warm eager consuming kisses to go with the pleasure curling up through her. He keeps touching, keeps her moving, both of them breathing fast, now.
He licks a sheen of sweat from her neck, rolls her under him in one quick movement, pulls out of her and then thrusts back in, deeper still, and she holds onto him tightly and loses herself in it, shaking under him a little as he thrusts and moves and then holds still, groaning when he comes, one of his hands tracing her body restlessly, lovingly.
It takes her a moment to find herself. A moment in which he moves off her, laying beside her, and doesn't try to touch her except for one hand that ghosts over her hip, almost comfortingly.
"Do you miss him?" Squall asks, after a few moments of silence. His voice is low, but not at all worried, a kind of intimate whisper that makes her smile fondly. She draws herself closer to him to feel his breath against her shoulder, wraps her arm around him and draws him in closer.
"In a way."
"If he came back..."
Rinoa smiles and runs her fingers through Squall's hair, down the back of his neck, a light caress. She lets herself linger on the thought for a moment -- Seifer coming back, Seifer joining them, Squall's hands on her with Seifer over her, inside her. She moves closer to Squall, wraps around him, bumps her nose against his. "Yes."
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy VIII; Seifer Almasy/Squall Leonhart/Rinoa Heartilly
Title: Soft
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns all.
"Seifer was my lover once, too."
Rinoa isn't surprised. Not really. The only surprising thing is the timing Squall chose to announce it, with them in bed together, curled together after sex, warm and drowsy. His fingers are curled into her hair, tugging gently, almost playfully, carefully navigating the knots. His heartbeat was slowing and now it's quickened again, and she shifts her head on his chest so her cheek is over that wild, out of control thrum. "I thought so."
He hmms in surprise, his fingers tangling for a moment more roughly in her hair. Then he stills, untangling her hair from around his fingers and just smoothing it, neatening it. She likes the lazy feel of it. "You thought so?"
"Yes."
"How did you...?"
She laughs a little, reaching up to take his hand, tangling their fingers carefully. "I didn't know. I just... well, I know him. Or knew him, anyway, I'm not so sure about that anymore. He had a way of touching me and you do it too. Nearly always. Not as much as he did, but enough..."
Squall frowns, his eyebrows drawing together a little as he sits up, disturbing her and making her sit up, too. His hand falls away from hers -- not a drawing away, but an accidental letting go. He doesn't run from Rinoa and his feelings for her anymore; at least, not most of the time, and not right now. "A way?"
"Like this."
She touches him softly, her fingers whispering over his cheek. Her fingers are smaller than his, smoother, but it's still essentially the same touch. She watches Squall swallow as her fingers brush down over his cheek, down over his jawbone, slipping down his neck, pressing just lightly at his Adam's apple and then lower, tracing his collarbones.
"I remember," he says, softly, swallowing hard so that she feels his skin move under her fingertips. It makes her feel strangely powerful to feel his body working like that, know she could end it, know she won't. He shivers, a little, though it's far from cold in the little room and he's probably too hot in reality.
"He'd keep it up for, oh, hours, sometimes. It used to drive me mad..."
And all the while her fingers trace the lines of him, whispering over his shoulders, moving slowly down his chest. She circles one of his nipples with her finger and hears the quick intake of his breath, kisses him softly to swallow the rumble of a moan. Down over his stomach and he pushes up, restless, his cheeks a little flushed and his breathing fast.
"Rinoa -- "
"Ssh. I want to know what it's like. To do it to someone."
He holds still, then, in that wonderful way he has of granting her whatever she wants whenever, somehow, he finds that she wanted something. She brushes her fingers over his cock, listens to his breath catch again, kisses him again, soft and sweet, slow and deep. He's almost melting under her touch, pushing his hips up, his breath coming now in a quick rush, in and out and in and out.
Rinoa moves her fingers lower, down his inner thighs, and feels him tremble. Smiling, she stops, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him down -- gentle, of course, gentle as her touches, but that just seems all the more irresistible.
"Touch me," she breathes, after a moment more, and Squall closes his eyes, reaching for her. His fingers brush over her sides, her nipples, her stomach, there and gone again, teasing, and then his fingers move downward and one gentle slide has his fingers inside her, teasing for a moment and then withdrawing. He teases more, making her shudder, making her whimper and moan and flush, and then he puts his hands lightly on her hips and draws her closer.
"Rinoa," he whispers, softly, not opening his eyes. "Please."
She nods slightly, even though he can't see her, and leans down for another of those slow and sweet kisses. She pushes down easily, taking him inside herself, gasping at the feeling and pushing down more, giving him a moment in which his hips push up and withdraw, teasingly tauntingly deeper for mere seconds that feel amazing.
She rests her hands on his chest again, finding the right rhythm, slow and steady and getting quicker, easy movements, easy to maintain even when he's pushing up into her, deeper than she thought he could, deeper than she thinks she can handle and so good. Squall reaches up, his fingers tangling in her hair, pushes up and kisses her, kisses her jaw, her neck, warm eager consuming kisses to go with the pleasure curling up through her. He keeps touching, keeps her moving, both of them breathing fast, now.
He licks a sheen of sweat from her neck, rolls her under him in one quick movement, pulls out of her and then thrusts back in, deeper still, and she holds onto him tightly and loses herself in it, shaking under him a little as he thrusts and moves and then holds still, groaning when he comes, one of his hands tracing her body restlessly, lovingly.
It takes her a moment to find herself. A moment in which he moves off her, laying beside her, and doesn't try to touch her except for one hand that ghosts over her hip, almost comfortingly.
"Do you miss him?" Squall asks, after a few moments of silence. His voice is low, but not at all worried, a kind of intimate whisper that makes her smile fondly. She draws herself closer to him to feel his breath against her shoulder, wraps her arm around him and draws him in closer.
"In a way."
"If he came back..."
Rinoa smiles and runs her fingers through Squall's hair, down the back of his neck, a light caress. She lets herself linger on the thought for a moment -- Seifer coming back, Seifer joining them, Squall's hands on her with Seifer over her, inside her. She moves closer to Squall, wraps around him, bumps her nose against his. "Yes."