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FFVIII: On the Edge
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Zell/Selphie
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Irvine and Selphie decide to live dangerously. Written for the Irvine fanwork-a-thon.
They discussed it thoroughly, from all angles and points of view, first, of course. They discussed whether they could make an addition, they asked if they could let him go afterwards. Irvine doubted it, Selphie doubted it, Irvine believed in it while Selphie wavered... Irvine asked if she really, really wanted it, and whether she wasn't just accomodating him, and if that was the case pointed out that he wasn't some slut, despite the rumours, and he'd prefer her forever to one unsucessful night adding Zell to the equation.
(For that, she hit him over the head with the back of her hand, because he seemed to have forgotten that she had suggested it, not him, and it was he who'd been most reluctant at first -- and because he seemed to have forgotten that she knew perfectly well that he wasn't some slut and would've believed him even had she not realised that, before her, he'd been a virgin.)
So, if by the time they actually asked Zell to join them, they were still nervous, they had to be left wondering why. But even Selphie was still nervous, which manifested in the form of a million times more energy than usual, and Irvine had butterflies in his stomach, though he'd deny it to his dying day.
"I'm fine," he told Selphie, firmly, "absolutely fine. I'm good with stuff like this."
Selphie kindly ignored how green he looked over breakfast.
They'd arranged a meeting with Zell in the training center. "Practice, you know," Selphie'd said, poking him with a teasing smile on her face, "I'm sure you don't get enough of it, these days!"
(Which was a lie, because Zell spent hours in the training center every week, and they both knew it, because they'd both been known to sneak along and observe -- because Zell really was a beauty when he was fighting. It was simply the best place they could think of, neutral and safe in a way that had nothing to do with monsters and the lack of them. The opposite, in fact: it was safe because of the monsters, which was Selphie's master plan and something Irvine couldn't help admiring.
"We fight quite far in, right? It'll be easy for us, but the ordinary students won't be able to get that far without an instructor with them. We pick a time when there're no classes in there and bam, a grat's your uncle! Nobody will be able to hear us talking to Zell, and, if it all goes wrong, he can kill him in there and the monsters will eat the body!"
Irvine assumed from the wide smile on Selphie's face that she was joking about the last, but sometimes...)
There was one thing Irvine was still brilliant at, nervous or not, and that was shooting. He'd brought new bullets along for the ride (new, improved, untried) just to give him something else to focus on. And focus on them he did, shooting with his usual deadly accuracy despite all factors suggesting he'd mess up. In fact, he barely noticed where they were until Selphie tugged on his arm, nearly bouncing in her excitement. "Irvy! Come on!"
"Wha -- " he started, and then stopped, glancing around at how far they were into the training center. Zell looked confused, in that way that Irvine'd always found pretty cute. In fact, both of them found it pretty cute, and had agreed on the cuteness of it long ago, even before they'd both admitted to wanting Zell in that toe-curling sexual way.
"You or me?" Selphie asked him in an undertone, as if they hadn't already agreed on this. Irvine cleared his throat and shifted slightly, his eyes on his gun, his hands lazily tracing its lines, over and over in his familiar self-calming technique.
"Zell," he started, carefully, and Zell already seemed to have an idea that something serious was coming because he crossed his arms across his chest, waiting.
"Well, you see," Selphie said, as if she couldn't wait a moment longer to say it and Irvine was taking too long, but then she stopped too. Then she looked at him, looked at Irvine, grinned, lunged forward and kissed him. He made a surprised noise -- like a chicken squawking -- and started babbling away, talking nineteen to the dozen until Selphie moved a hand into his hair and kissed him firmly enough to shut him up.
"We were thinking," Irvine said, since Selphie seemed to have keeping Zell quiet pretty much covered, "that you might like to join us. Terms of the contract would be, well, whatever you wanted. One time thing, on-and-off fling that means nothing, or something more. We've talked it all over and we're ready -- "
"Did you talk about whether I would want it?" Zell asked, spluttering a little when Selphie finally stopped kissing him and held him at arms length to check for his reaction.
"Um," she said, as if that had never entered the equation.
"Umm," Irvine agreed, realising that it never really had.
"Just checking," Zell said, looking nervous now. He adjusted his gloves a little and then moved closer to Selphie, gently cupping her cheek. Irvine felt quite sympathetic towards him, knowing quite well (and sharing) the whole effect of having his stomach explode into a million butterflies which migrated down into his intestines and up into his throat.
"So it's okay, then?" Selphie asked, beaming happily when he'd kissed her.
"Not quite okay," Irvine said, before Zell said anything.
(Both of them looked at him in complete confusion, but he knew what he was on about. They'd definitely missed something, missed something very important, something he'd been thinking about and been nervous about all day.)
"You haven't kissed me yet," he said, quietly. The look of realisation on Zell's face was another of those really cute things about him, Irvine decided, and he stepped forward to put his hand on Zell's shoulder and kiss him, one of those gentle, sweet, testing kind of kisses.
"That's no good," Zell said, when he pulled back again, frowning a little. Irvine and Selphie both held their breath, wondering what was going on, wondering if Zell'd misinterpreted the invitation somehow, the way it stood for both of them.
"No?"
"You should kiss like this," he said, grinning manically, and then proceeded to give a very thorough and enthusiastic demonstration.
Living on the edge, however, was reserved only for asking Zell to join them in a threesome, and not to having sex in the training center with imminent t-rexaurs in the vicinity. Relocation was, then, done fairly swiftly, and resulted in their room's door being locked behind them, their pagers being turned off and the one phone that still had a plug being unplugged.
Just a little danger is good, once in a while, and can sometimes pay off.
After, Irvine would happily testify to this.
(Selphie and Zell would happily back him up, if asked to and if not simply plotting to drag him into bed. As Irvine was able to testify to, the sex, like living on the edge sometimes, was very, very good.)
Pairing: Irvine/Zell/Selphie
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Irvine and Selphie decide to live dangerously. Written for the Irvine fanwork-a-thon.
They discussed it thoroughly, from all angles and points of view, first, of course. They discussed whether they could make an addition, they asked if they could let him go afterwards. Irvine doubted it, Selphie doubted it, Irvine believed in it while Selphie wavered... Irvine asked if she really, really wanted it, and whether she wasn't just accomodating him, and if that was the case pointed out that he wasn't some slut, despite the rumours, and he'd prefer her forever to one unsucessful night adding Zell to the equation.
(For that, she hit him over the head with the back of her hand, because he seemed to have forgotten that she had suggested it, not him, and it was he who'd been most reluctant at first -- and because he seemed to have forgotten that she knew perfectly well that he wasn't some slut and would've believed him even had she not realised that, before her, he'd been a virgin.)
So, if by the time they actually asked Zell to join them, they were still nervous, they had to be left wondering why. But even Selphie was still nervous, which manifested in the form of a million times more energy than usual, and Irvine had butterflies in his stomach, though he'd deny it to his dying day.
"I'm fine," he told Selphie, firmly, "absolutely fine. I'm good with stuff like this."
Selphie kindly ignored how green he looked over breakfast.
They'd arranged a meeting with Zell in the training center. "Practice, you know," Selphie'd said, poking him with a teasing smile on her face, "I'm sure you don't get enough of it, these days!"
(Which was a lie, because Zell spent hours in the training center every week, and they both knew it, because they'd both been known to sneak along and observe -- because Zell really was a beauty when he was fighting. It was simply the best place they could think of, neutral and safe in a way that had nothing to do with monsters and the lack of them. The opposite, in fact: it was safe because of the monsters, which was Selphie's master plan and something Irvine couldn't help admiring.
"We fight quite far in, right? It'll be easy for us, but the ordinary students won't be able to get that far without an instructor with them. We pick a time when there're no classes in there and bam, a grat's your uncle! Nobody will be able to hear us talking to Zell, and, if it all goes wrong, he can kill him in there and the monsters will eat the body!"
Irvine assumed from the wide smile on Selphie's face that she was joking about the last, but sometimes...)
There was one thing Irvine was still brilliant at, nervous or not, and that was shooting. He'd brought new bullets along for the ride (new, improved, untried) just to give him something else to focus on. And focus on them he did, shooting with his usual deadly accuracy despite all factors suggesting he'd mess up. In fact, he barely noticed where they were until Selphie tugged on his arm, nearly bouncing in her excitement. "Irvy! Come on!"
"Wha -- " he started, and then stopped, glancing around at how far they were into the training center. Zell looked confused, in that way that Irvine'd always found pretty cute. In fact, both of them found it pretty cute, and had agreed on the cuteness of it long ago, even before they'd both admitted to wanting Zell in that toe-curling sexual way.
"You or me?" Selphie asked him in an undertone, as if they hadn't already agreed on this. Irvine cleared his throat and shifted slightly, his eyes on his gun, his hands lazily tracing its lines, over and over in his familiar self-calming technique.
"Zell," he started, carefully, and Zell already seemed to have an idea that something serious was coming because he crossed his arms across his chest, waiting.
"Well, you see," Selphie said, as if she couldn't wait a moment longer to say it and Irvine was taking too long, but then she stopped too. Then she looked at him, looked at Irvine, grinned, lunged forward and kissed him. He made a surprised noise -- like a chicken squawking -- and started babbling away, talking nineteen to the dozen until Selphie moved a hand into his hair and kissed him firmly enough to shut him up.
"We were thinking," Irvine said, since Selphie seemed to have keeping Zell quiet pretty much covered, "that you might like to join us. Terms of the contract would be, well, whatever you wanted. One time thing, on-and-off fling that means nothing, or something more. We've talked it all over and we're ready -- "
"Did you talk about whether I would want it?" Zell asked, spluttering a little when Selphie finally stopped kissing him and held him at arms length to check for his reaction.
"Um," she said, as if that had never entered the equation.
"Umm," Irvine agreed, realising that it never really had.
"Just checking," Zell said, looking nervous now. He adjusted his gloves a little and then moved closer to Selphie, gently cupping her cheek. Irvine felt quite sympathetic towards him, knowing quite well (and sharing) the whole effect of having his stomach explode into a million butterflies which migrated down into his intestines and up into his throat.
"So it's okay, then?" Selphie asked, beaming happily when he'd kissed her.
"Not quite okay," Irvine said, before Zell said anything.
(Both of them looked at him in complete confusion, but he knew what he was on about. They'd definitely missed something, missed something very important, something he'd been thinking about and been nervous about all day.)
"You haven't kissed me yet," he said, quietly. The look of realisation on Zell's face was another of those really cute things about him, Irvine decided, and he stepped forward to put his hand on Zell's shoulder and kiss him, one of those gentle, sweet, testing kind of kisses.
"That's no good," Zell said, when he pulled back again, frowning a little. Irvine and Selphie both held their breath, wondering what was going on, wondering if Zell'd misinterpreted the invitation somehow, the way it stood for both of them.
"No?"
"You should kiss like this," he said, grinning manically, and then proceeded to give a very thorough and enthusiastic demonstration.
Living on the edge, however, was reserved only for asking Zell to join them in a threesome, and not to having sex in the training center with imminent t-rexaurs in the vicinity. Relocation was, then, done fairly swiftly, and resulted in their room's door being locked behind them, their pagers being turned off and the one phone that still had a plug being unplugged.
Just a little danger is good, once in a while, and can sometimes pay off.
After, Irvine would happily testify to this.
(Selphie and Zell would happily back him up, if asked to and if not simply plotting to drag him into bed. As Irvine was able to testify to, the sex, like living on the edge sometimes, was very, very good.)
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(Favorite line: Living on the edge, however, was reserved only for asking Zell to join them in a threesome, and not to having sex in the training center with imminent t-rexaurs in the vicinity. Hee hee.)
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