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FFVIII: The Now
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Ultimecia/Seifer
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer is loved. Timeline here.
I know you love me.
I've always known it, that I belong to you, that someday, in the future, in the now, I'd find you. I wasn't sure what I'd find but this is it, a game of strength and brains and dominance, a battle that, for the first time, I'm willing to lose. The loss is nothing. The high is everything. The high is in that precious crystalline moment when I'm completely out of my own control, past control, in a world where your voice is my thought, where your touch is my command, my world.
I knew I'd find this. I knew you'd be everything to me.
But it's not the past that matters, nor the future, but the now and the sound of your voice, firm and commanding, stirring things inside me that I didn't understand or want to understand before. Ohh, this is what matters.
You love me. I can feel it. Hear it. See it.
And you never let the thought cross my mind -- the thought that it's not enough.
Pairing: Ultimecia/Seifer
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer is loved. Timeline here.
I know you love me.
I've always known it, that I belong to you, that someday, in the future, in the now, I'd find you. I wasn't sure what I'd find but this is it, a game of strength and brains and dominance, a battle that, for the first time, I'm willing to lose. The loss is nothing. The high is everything. The high is in that precious crystalline moment when I'm completely out of my own control, past control, in a world where your voice is my thought, where your touch is my command, my world.
I knew I'd find this. I knew you'd be everything to me.
But it's not the past that matters, nor the future, but the now and the sound of your voice, firm and commanding, stirring things inside me that I didn't understand or want to understand before. Ohh, this is what matters.
You love me. I can feel it. Hear it. See it.
And you never let the thought cross my mind -- the thought that it's not enough.