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Magic (FF8 drabble, Irvine/Selphie)
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ffviii_100 prompt No.10: midnight.
Title: Magic
Pairing: Irvine/Selphie
Rating: PG
When the clock struck twelve she kissed him. A look of surprise flickered across his face so she had to close her eyes.
It was everything she’d ever imagined. Between the softness of lips and shyness of tongues, Irvine Kinneas tasted sweet but also pleasantly bitter, like spices mixed with the famous Galbadian alcohol. She kept waiting for him to break away but he never did—until there was a polite cough.
“Uh, Selphie? Irvine?”
Tipping his hat, Irvine mumbled something about a New Year’s kiss.
She looked up at the clock, cheeks all flushed. It was already past midnight.
ffviii_100 prompt No.10: midnight.Title: Magic
Pairing: Irvine/Selphie
Rating: PG
When the clock struck twelve she kissed him. A look of surprise flickered across his face so she had to close her eyes.
It was everything she’d ever imagined. Between the softness of lips and shyness of tongues, Irvine Kinneas tasted sweet but also pleasantly bitter, like spices mixed with the famous Galbadian alcohol. She kept waiting for him to break away but he never did—until there was a polite cough.
“Uh, Selphie? Irvine?”
Tipping his hat, Irvine mumbled something about a New Year’s kiss.
She looked up at the clock, cheeks all flushed. It was already past midnight.
