kinkfest | Final Fantasy VIII (Zell/Selphie/Irvine)

Title: Whipped Cream
Author: K M B
Word Count: thirteen-eighty
Rating: R for nudity
Warnings: erm, boy/girl and boy/boy lovin’?
Summary: Selphie has two boyfriends….
Prompt/Author’s Note: - Zell/Selphie/Irvine: Food smut - Sunny days and ice cream sundaes- This didn’t turn out as smutty as I had hoped because, well, I ran out of time. Apologies for that. DX Off to work for meeee! -cries-

“Selphie, darlin’…”

The voice was preceded by a knock, and then the swish of the door as it opened at Irvine’s touch. His honey-colored ponytail could be seen first as he poked his head into the room. Spotting his target, a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “Good morning, baby. Happy birthday.”

Selphie, blinking open sleepy eyes, smiled at the sound of her lover—or, at least one of them—as she focused on the wrapped package in his hands. “Oooh, presents already?” she said, excitement already leaking into her voice. “But it’s so early!” She scrambled into a sitting position on her bed to accept the gift from her languid cowboy as he took up residence on the edge of the mattress, looking out-of-place in beige next to all the yellow and white in her dorm room.

“Had to be,” Irvine said as Selphie tore at the cellophane and flipped open the cardboard lid.

Selphie tucked an obstructing lock of hair behind one ear as she looked down at her ‘birthday gift,’ slightly puzzled. “Whipped cream and strawberries?”

“Birthday breakfast-in-bed,” Irvine supplied, reaching inside the box to find the ripest, most red strawberry he could. “This is just the start, though,” he added as he held a large one up to her lips. “I’ve got a surprise planned.”

“Do you?” Selphie grinned, before accepting the bite, closing her mouth over Irvine’s fingers and sliding back almost bodily, making a show of it like she knew Irvine liked. A small growl assured her his tastes hadn’t at all changed.

The follow-up was welcome, if a little predictable, but Selphie decided the taste of Irvine’s mouth rather complemented the sweetness of the strawberry and heavy cream. A gentle push back, a rougher pull forward, and the breakfast was all but forgotten on the bed next to them.

Not that Selphie didn’t want to make use of the food, really. Her lover, on the other hand, was being a preening asshole and not letting her get whipped cream on his ‘good clothes,’ so of course they had to come off. Right?

It was in mid-makeout that yet another knock sounded on Selphie’s busy door. “Hey Sef, you in there?” came a distinct, unmistakable voice that had Selphie freezing on the spot, with Irvine’s lower lip still caught between her teeth.

Shit! Zell! “You have to go,” Selphie pushed at Irvine’s naked—well, naked everything, herding him off the bed and toward the closet.

“Selphie, what’s going on?” Of course Irvine would ask that; any sane boyfriend would want to know why they had to hide in the closet of their very public girlfriend when it was just another—alleged, supposed—friend outside waiting.

“Just a-a moment, okay sweetie? Selphie reassured with a smile and finger to Irvine’s pouty mouth before she shut the closet door directly in his face, a pillow his only source of covering himself.

Grabbing the topmost bedsheet to wrap around herself—it was the only thing she could find at half a moment’s notice—Selphie bolted to the door, thankful she hadn’t the forethought to give Zell the combination to her dorm like she had Irvine. Smile fixed in place as the door swished open again, Selphie leant against it, trying her best to look freshly woken and innocent, and to block anything incriminating that he might see inside. “Zell! This is a surprise!”

The blond in question raised one pert eyebrow at his girlfriend’s state of undress, looking perplexed. “Really? Cause I was told to be here at this time,” he said as he slid easily past Selphie and into the room, defeating her idea of keeping him at the door. “Did I wake you or something?” he asked, glancing over at the disheveled bedcovers as he set down yet another box, one that looked eerily akin to the one currently nestled atop Selphie’s yellow duvet.

“Oh, um—you were?” Selphie was at a complete loss, glancing quickly at the closet to make sure the doors were still closed, trying her hardest to remain casual about the fact that both of her lovers were in her bedroom, and one, if not both if this went horribly wrong, would become aware of the other.

In other words: CRAAAAP.

“I don’t remember telling you to meet me at,” glance, “eight in the morning.”

Strangely enough, Zell’s only response was to dip down and lay a brief kiss on Selphie’s lips. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Sunny and gorgeous, just like you Sefie.”

Selphie cringed at the compliment, the guilt that had only lapped at her mind washing over completely. “You know, now’s not really a good time—”

“Here,” Zell interrupted, thrusting the box in his hands at Selphie as he sat down on her bed. “For you. A little birthday treat. I had to use a Blizzard spell to keep it cold, but it should taste pretty good still.”

Failing at a response, Selphie gave up with a sigh and sat next to the blond, opening the box, which on closer inspection happened to be a bit bigger than Irvine’s box, though undoubtedly from the same location. Flipping open the lid in a rare fit of accurate déjà vu, Selphie peered inside.

“…Ice cream?” And it was, a big bowl of vanilla complete with nuts, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, everything except… “There’s no whipped cream,” Selphie added as Zell dug in, first spooning up a bite for her, then for him. It was a bit of a moral offense, wasn’t it, to have a sundae without whipped cream?

“Oh, there’s not?” Zell asked, smiling in a way that made Selphie’s heart skip a beat for some strange reason. “Know where we might find some?”

“No?” Selphie supplied, trying not to glance at the box of strawberries, with whipped cream, directly behind her.

“I might,” said a voice to the left and completely out of nowhere, making Selphie jump like a frightened animal. Two pairs of eyes followed it to find Irvine out of the closet, so to speak, lounging against the doorframe, nude, in a completely assured and nonchalant way only he could do.

“You might?” Zell echoed, quickly swallowing his last spoonful and standing up, looking between Selphie and the naked cowboy in her bedroom, confusion flitting winsomely across his face and then nestling there. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Offering you some whipped cream, Dincht. Or could you not hear?” As Irvine spoke, he lazily moved into the room, all loose grace and perfectly calculated movements. Still naked, though it didn’t seem to faze him one iota.

Zell matched the naked Galbadian, fists balling at his sides. “Kinneas, I’ll only ask one more time. What the FUCK are you doing in my girlfriend’s bedroom?”

Irvine drew that slow smile across his face again, coming to stand nose-to-nose with the blond. “Bringing her her missing whipped cream, of course.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Selphie, properly mortified, couldn’t move from her spot on the bed, seemingly frozen in panic.

“Well,” and Zell flicked his gaze to his prone girlfriend, a smile on his face, “that’s alright, then.” And then reached up and—

No.

He wasn’t.

Selphie gaped.

Zell reached up and kissed Irvine. Full on the mouth; a deep, drowning kiss. With tongue. Selphie blinked. Her mouth fell open.

Irvine wrapped his arms around Zell’s compact midsection, pulling the fighter flush against his body, Zell helping by hooking one leg around that caramel hip. They kissed like they would die if they didn’t, like it was a brand new idea and they were working out the kinks, with zeal. They kissed like they had meant to for so long, and had been denied the opportunity.

They kissed like lovers.

It was a long moment before Selphie could even do anything, and when she did, in retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea she ever had.

Leaping up, she pulled them apart, a hand on each arm as she stared up at one, then the other. “What the HELL is going on here?”

Irvine just smirked, but Zell wiped the side of his mouth with his thumb before sucking it in, tasting the flavor Irvine had left. “Mmm. Found the whipped cream, Selphie.”

“Surprise,” Irvine chimed in, grinning.