/OOC/: I'm amused at just how shy I was about writing anything even vaguely smutty in a public fashion like this. I feel rusty, haha. I don't get explicit, but it's just enough that I chose to place a readmore anyway.
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Vhaso'a had been relaxing when Selphie said that, an arm curled around her shoulders as he nestled her against his chest. His slowly opened when he heard her, and the purring that had been rumbling in his chest grew just a little louder.
"I know you did," He breathed, turning his head to make eye contact. He made note of the way Selphie's eyes glimmered as she watched him. "I could tell. I could tell by the way you were looking at me, the way your eyes glimmered." His free hand came up to start running his fingers through her hair, combing through the tussled locks, smoothing them out again. "Or how your breathing changed when I snarled. I paid attention, babygirl." His lips curled into a playful smirk at that, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.
He shifted his weight, turning so that he was on his side facing her, and his hand shifted from her hair to let his fingers dance down along her back, near her sides, feeling the curve of her figure. "I liked letting you see that side. I liked having someone I know I can trust to let go like that." Fingers delicately teased over her hipbone for a moment, lingering there longingly before sliding up over her body again. Over her stomach, cupping one of her breasts briefly before fingers seized her throat, thumb pressed to her pulsepoint.
"I adored feeling how wet you got when I growled in your ear that you belong to me." His voice was rough, raspy now. "How you held back just to make me fuck you a little harder. Are you going to fight me again, princess?"
"Y'know, when I was little and before I really got into music, I dreamed about owning my own flock of chocobos. Just living somewhere in the countryside with a whole bunch of 'em. Maybe that's why I've gotten so attached to all the chickens." She'd taken such a liking to the chickens that she even got some joy out of cleaning their coop, and trying to befriend as many of them as possible. It seemed to be working, considering she could now touch quite a few of them without being pecked at too harshly. "I do kinda miss 'em, to be honest. They were so sweet if you befriended them with food, despite being huge."
Chocobos..wild and exotic creature, it was rare to see one in Japan but they were here, it’d definitely be nice if they could have a few..though sadly while his yard is exceptionally big and spacious..it was not for an animal like a chocobo…although.. “Ya know, along with my friends I pretty much own land that were left for us by my late mentor. Got a whole jungle and its own ecosystem of animals and yokai thriving and surviving.” She could probably see where he was going with this, not to mention that this would also net him supreme boyfriend points. “Why don’t we keep a farm on the land for ‘em? There are yokai there I trust so when we’re not there it’ll still get managed.”
As if being away from her wasn’t hard enough as it was, hearing that his absence plagued her nights made it even more of an unhappy circumstance. He wrapped his arms around her head gently and curled her to his chest in that comical way of theirs that only exaggerated the height difference, placing a kiss atop the crown of auburn that lingered as he mumbled into her locks.
“You know you can call me, right?” he reminded her, tilting his head and gazing down at her, moving his arms just enough to catch her eye. “Any time. Even if I’m sleepin’. You know I’ve got the special notification for you,” he winked. Her special notification, much to the dismay of any room mate he had with him on missions, was a train horn. A loud one.
His expression would soften, however, arms dropping now to free her as hands came to pluck hers up, stroking her knuckles with his thumbs. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you assigned to more missions with me, but you know they’re worried about distractions,” he chuckled, leaning down to steal a kiss from her lips. “And you know they’re not exactly wrong…”
Her footsteps could be heard from behind. If Selphie had turned around, she would find the witch there standing at a distance. Again there was not a look of malice in her eyes--at least not yet--but a puzzled glance her way.
“Tell me, child...What is it that motivates you to fight? Is it your upbringing at the Garden? Or something personal?”
Endytophilia: I’ll write my/your character having sex while clothed/partially clothed
Hope’s fingers flew over the clasps of her sundress. Honestly, he thought - she was in no place to criticise his uniform. Okay, yes, it was formal and covered in belts and bags that Selphie herself was struggling with. But look at hers! First, it was tiny. As in... it was less of a dress and more of a big, rugged shirt with latches and belts and what was the worst buckles he’d ever seen. Fal’Cie designed this dress, he thought. Or what were they called where she came from? Ultima-cea...?
“I think I hate your dress,” he swallowed, hands moving to catch her face and steal a heated kiss from her before going back to pulling at her clothes. He definitely hated her dress. It would look so much better bundled up and thrown into a corner of the room. Hope hated it so much he refused to waste another second on it, deciding to just yank it up over her hips and past her navel. Warm, smooth skin filled his hands, settling on the trunk of her narrow waist and settling him down just a touch. Just enough of her to sate the growing need.
And was she still pulling at the bags and latches of his uniform? She was, wasn’t she?
“It’s okay,” Hope murmured, voice thick with arousal. His hands roamed around the back of her petite form, reaching down her underwear and squeezing the muscles of her ass. “I hate my clothes too, right now...”
@sunny-explosions // "Since you seem to be allergic to shirts that completely cover your torso, would you model one of my crop tops? Y'know... For reasons."
Funny how this strange phenomenon only seems to happen on Sundays. Hm---
“Sure, but you’re just gonna wind up ruinin’ it. Isn’t any shirt I put on gonna wind up lookin’ like a crop top on me if it’s in your size?” Not the point, Seifer.
@sunny-explosions // “Hey, birthday boy! You and me, anything you want and all you can eat, my treat?” It’s clearly not a real question, since Selphie doesn’t easily take no for an answer, but Zell deserves some sort of celebration away from Garden for a little while. And she doesn’t mind the clear hit her wallet will be taking - he’s worth it.
Doesn’t take no and Zell never turns down a free meal -- this was a disaster waiting to happen. Or a blessing in disguise because right before Zell can answer, he comes up with an even better idea than that.
“I was plannin on goin’ just by myself but whaddaya say you, me, Quistis and Squall all hit up Dollet this weekend, yeah? They’ve got this little music festival they do every spring and there’s a car show, and this huge fireworks display at the end of it all! Right on the beach!! It might not be Squall’s idea of a good time but man, the food is so good!” The art district has food trucks all compete for the best meal. “All-you-can-eat for four people, s’just a couple hundred gil.” A bit more expensive than one single meal in Balamb, but Zell’s got that covered--
“Tell ya what -- I’ll take care of everything else if you just handle the cover charge for all the good eatin’ -- sound good?”
