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Who : Irvine and Selphie
When: After the Valentine's party
Where : Selphie's dorm room
What: *ahem!*
Warnings: Uhh ... I'd say NC-17 to R because they're about to get into some stuff ayup.


Once Irvine had led Selphie out of the party, he smirked. He didn't know how this was going to go, so he figured he might as well play it up. He swept her up again, almost in a bridal position, hooking his arm under her legs and behind her back, and leaning down to nibble at her neck playfully.

"Lead the way" he murmured huskily, and started towards the dorm levels. Amazingly enough he couldn't believe this was happening, and for a moment he wondered if his drink had been spiked.

After all, it wasn't like it normally worked out this easily. Usually it took a lot to get a girl he actually cared about interested in him. It was usually the young cadet girls that had heard about the """legendary""" cassanova that carried as "big a gun in his jeans as on his shoulder" ... it was all hearsay really. Some rumore someone had started a few years ago. He had just let it ride for the most part.

But now? There was no rumors, no stories to tell. Just the cowboy carrying the whip mistress down the hallway in a rather romantic gesture for the cowboy.

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Selphie couldn't help but squeal in delight as she was literally whisked off her feet. As he nibbled at her neck she giggled, squirming slightly in his arms, her own snaking up to lace around his neck.

She's more than happy to be carried, just enjoying Irvine's company and still beaming, almost in triumph, that finally he was there, treating her as more than just friends. For years she'd waited for this to happen, always figuring that maybe he really just wasn't interested. But she wasn't one to think things over too much, not when she was feeling so happy and excited.

"Just don't drop me, cowboy!"