Final Fantasy VIII, Fujin/Selphie, stupid, adorable girl
Selphie's made of smiles.
She's never not smiling, and the fact that Fujin has her wrists pinned against the wall above her head and a hand shoved up her skirt doesn't seem to be changing that. Fujin growls at the girl, leans her head down to bite and suck on the exposed neck, knows this'll leave a mark but doesn't give a damn. Or maybe she does, and that's why she does it.
Either way, she is where she is and she's going to enjoy this, damnit.
She thrusts her fingers inside Selphie, deepfasthard, growls in appreciation of the breathy moan that somehow still sounds like smiles. Selphie bucks her hips against Fujin's fingers, and the silver-haired girl bites down hard in reply.
Another moan. Another fucking smiling moan.
Fujin rubs her thumb against the other girl's clit, the texture of her battle-roughened hand, the callouses that've built up over time, makes the feeling just that much more intense, and Selphie rocks her hips eagerly into the motions.
She's gasping now, breathing a mere secondary concern when weighed against the overwhelming pressure and pleasure and force building up inside her, and she's still wearing that gods-be-damned smile. Fujin can feel her tensing, quivering, almost there but not quite and almost doesn't count, not here, so she moves faster, liquid battle-trained grace giving way to pushtwistpinch and she leans back to watch Selphie's face.
The brown-haired girl gasps, lets out a high keening wail, and Fujin has a split second to be glad the Quad's abandoned save for them, before finally, the smile's gone, replaced with the squinted eyes and the open mouth of ecstasy.
Fujin drops the girl's wrists, which fall bonelessly to her sides as she shudders through the lingering pleasure, and pulls her hand out of the yellow skirt, not bothering to push the girl's panties back into place.
Letting the girl slump against the wall, Fujin turns to leave. She's tugged to a halt by a hand on her arm, then Selphie leans up, standing on her toes, and kisses Fujin hard. The silver haired girl blinks, then shakes her head. "STUPID."
Selphie smiles, wraps her arms around the other girl, and kisses her again. Fujin looks away for a long moment, then turns back with a reluctant, almost imperceptible grin on her face.
"ADORABLE."
The brown-haired girl laughs as she wraps an arm around Fujin's shoulder, the smile never leaving her face.
Selphie's made of smiles, and she doesn't mind sharing.