Where:  Balamb Atrium, Irvine's Dorm Room.
Who:  Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas and Farrell Tennan.
Why:  WARNING!  Extreme sappiness, cuteness and kissy kissy scenes in here.  If this stuff is offensive or makes you vomit, hit the back button now.
Date of Log:  July 27th, 2000.

In another sickening show of cuteness, Selphie is rather carried out of the Quad by One Irvine Kinneas. She might be unable to walk herself, but it's doubtful. Arms wrapped loosley around his neck, she's seemingly pouting about something or other. Well, for about a second. She then places one hand to her chest, looking -innocent-. "What--? Sneaky? -Me-? You -totally- have the wrong person!" Uh huh. Yeeah.

Irvine is totally absorbed in Selphie at the moment, rather enjoying carrying her out of the Quad area. However, he is regarding her rather dubiously at the moment. First talk about Logan to make him bristle, and now this ploy at appearing innocent, which the cowboy isn't really fooled by. "Right... so why did you have someone else do it after demanding I apologize on *one* knee."

Farrell heads out of the infirmary after being given a fairly decent bill of health. As much as he'd love to stay away from everyone else and stick around in the Infirmary, there are classes to attend and all that fun stuff. So here he is, waltzing along the walkway with his one shirt flung over his shoulder and with his dorm in mind for a destination.

Glancing upwards, smirking, Selphie places an index on her lower lip. "Actually~," she drawls, "I said -knees-. You're the one that got down on -one- knee." Well, she did! And even if she didn't, she's sure she could convince him otherwise. -Beaming- now, though it's unnerving, she patpats Irvine's cheek. "Is there something you wanna ask me, Irvy~?" Not that she'd want to get engaged, or anything. o_o; She's barely 18! Marriage ends your life! Farrell, for the moment, is obviously unnoticed. Sorry, Farr!

Blue eyes widening, Irvine actually is totally taken aback by that. The stunned expression lasts for several moments as he totally stops walking to just stare at Selphie in disbelief. Noooooo way. He's only seventeen for crying out loud! "Uh..." holy cow, he's choking on what to say. His mind flits back to the scene the night previous. He can't remember exactly what she said anymore and being totally flustered by her sudden coyness leaves him at a loss for any sort of counter.

Farrell stays true to his destination, starting to whistle some unknown tune as he starts heading northward. Nodding to a few people and offering a greeting whenever one is sent his way, an observer would probably wonder what side of whose bed he woke up on. Something isn't completely right with the way he's acting. Not that it's bad, but.. it's just not Farrell.

Selphie actually -laughs-. Yes! Wahaha! It's funny, okay? And with the same hand that patted his cheek, she pinch!es it. "You're so -cute- when you're totally speechless!" Apparently she wasn't -serious-, else she wouldn't be laughing. Either way, the girl teehees idly, and pecks that same cheek. Wahahaha.

Irvine relaxes, literally exhaling in relief. "Gods above, don't -do- that to me, you about gave me a heart attack, Sefie." The thought of getting married is... beyond frightening, it's hideously terrifying in a heart stopping sort of manner. No horror movies to scare the hell out of the gunman, just mention marriage. He wrinkles his nose, squinting at her as she pats, pinches and then pecks the same cheek, perhaps considering kissing her again, but out of the corner of his eye he spots Farrell, who's apparently out of the infirmary at last. Turning his gaze in that direction, he starts finally letting Selphie back to the ground again. "Hey, Farrell!"

Farrell stops whistling and looks up to where his name was called from. Letting a smile come to his features, he nods to Irvine as he had done about ten times along the way. Then he waves.. this is rather weird of him. If you remember, of course, it somewhat matches the way he used to be when he first came to Garden.. before he actually had time to think about his past and all that fun stuff. Has he finally gotten through those troubles? Seems so.. "Hey, man!" Raising an eyebrow to Selphie, he smirks. "Do I even want to know?" he asks her.

Giggling in what can only be described as an evil manner to Irvine, Selphie settles her feet on the ground. Noting both Farrell's presence -and- his good mood, she has no reason whatsoever to be any less than PERKY. Beam!ing to the boy, she wavewaves as well. "Nope! Ya don't!" Grinning toothily after that, she wink!s, then idly reaches back to tug at the ankle of her boot. "So did you -escape- Dr. Kadowaki, or were you let out?" Hee.

Glancing down at Selphie dubiously, that laugh is -really- unnerving, after all, Irvine hmms. Ah well, womens is womens. He reaches up to tip his hat in Farrell's direction, also noting the good mood. Did the T-Rexaur moment finally end his brooding? Who knows, but it's a good enough theory for the gunman.

Farrell snickers. "Well, I wanted to leave yesterday morning but the doc said I should stay until today.. so I caught up on all the sleep I missed for the past few years." Grinning again, he takes the shirt off his shoulder and twists it up, making it into a makeshift whip. "Actually.. what I did was give her the old one-two" he says as he cracks it in the air a few times. Even though shirts don't work too well for the effect he wants.

Selphie laughs once more, this time sounding... almost disbelieving. Looking up at Irvine in a 'Can you believe this?' fashion, the brunette clapclap!s her hands at Farrells demonstration. "Yeeah! Awesome! I bet she -totally- begged for mercy." She figgers the same thing Irvine does -- but she really did know that Farrell had it in 'im. 'It' being sugar, spice, and everything nice. Not snakes, snails, and puppydog tails.

Irvine sets a hand on Selphie's shoulder, then pulls her in a little bit closer to him. He's been clingy like that lately, especially since she mentioned Logan again, not that it deviates too much from his normal affection for her. Crack monkey or no, the cowboy is totally in love with her. That irritating little smile is back on his face again as he has to add in his own two gils. "I dunno... I heard Doc's a tough cookie."

"Yep," Farrell says as he puts the shirt back on his shoulder and places his other hand on his hip. "It was a tough fight, but I got outta there." Oh, brother.. "Anyway.. what're you two up to?" Yes.. please.. change the subject. The player isn't enjoying all this happiness.
      
Glancing fleetingly back up at the cowboy as she's tuggd closer -- not that she minds, Selphie just leans back against the Muchos Taller-o Cowboy. "Well! Right -now- we're talkin' to -you-," she chirps, "but before that, I was scaring the living starch outta' Irvy here." Beaming, she take -far- too much pride in that. "--Right, Irvy?"

Irvine squints down at Selphie with one eye at the mention of scaring him. Indeed, he doesn't even wanna think about it in retrospect. "Let's find another topic, shall we?" he says as he reaches down to tweak her nose. "Something like... oh hey, Farrell, you seen Kail lately?" There!

Farrell laughs, rubbing the back of his neck despite the pain that'd cause. "Uh, no, actually.. if you remember, I saw him before we went into the training center.. then those 'things' happened afterwards.. you know how it goes." Grinning at Selphie, he tries to assure her that he'll pry information from Irvine later.

Blink!ing at the nose tweak, Selphie elbows Irvine lightly, playfully. Then blinking blankly at Farrell for a moment, she soon beams. "...You knoo~ooow," she drawls, "Normally it's s'posed to be the -girls- that always get in trouble and need rescusing! You guys must not read the rule books, or something!" Ehee.

Irvine oofs at the elbow to the mid-section, but it didn't hurt, not muffled by the duster. The comment about rescuing makes him snort derisively though. "We both came outta that alive. Would've without you too." Eh? Is he pouting about that? He was rather proud to walk away from a fight with the T-Rexaur without injury... well, except a bloody nose but that was Farrell's fault. "And it's not like I had much defense against that heligunner."

Farrell raises an eyebrow, staring at Selphie with mock hatred. "Well, if you women didn't hide off in the sidelines us men wouldn't have to fight alone and get ourselves all banged up." The grin returns as he looks to Irvine for support.

Selphie crosses her arms stubbornly, chin raising even as she smiiiiles at Irvine's comments. "That's not -even- the point!" To Farrell, she blinks, pausing in her smugness. "--!" Of course, then he grins, and she ooooh!s, nose wrinkling. "Oh, what-ever-!" Grrr! n_n Irvine had -better- not back him up.

Right... ok, back up Farrell and get kicked by Selphie. Back up Selphie and get utterly teased and humilated and dubbed 'whipped' by Farrell. What a -choice- he gets. So, the gunman decides not to back either of them up for saftey's sake and makes a snatch at Selphie, intent on lifting her up again and tossing her over his shoulder. "Hey, why don't we find somewhere to sit and talk for a bit." And if he succeeds in lifting Selphie again, he fully intends to carry her off like that.

Farrell grins. "You know, Irvine.. if you keep changing the subject like this we won't be able to talk about anything." Adjusting his stance, he's pretty much ready to get going to wherever he wants to 'sit down.' "Anyway.. where to, then?"

Selphie blinks. "--Er--!" Okay, well -- she feels kinda like a ragdoll today! With a 'heeey!', the perky_girl finds herself hefted over the cowboy's shoulder, kicking her feet once more, lamley. "--I can -walk-, you knoo~ooow!", she whines, half-heartedly. "...Hrmph." She crosses her arms, though she's smirking!.

Irvine turns so he can see Farrell without having to look over Selphie to do so. He's grinning from ear to ear too. "Nah, I'm getting -good- at changing subjects." Especially the embarassing ones. Sheesh. "I dunno, anywhere other then the middle of the Garden. Too many ears." As for Selphie, he wraps an arm around her legs to keep her balanced over his shoulders, the opposite hand against her back. "Sure you can, darlin', but I'd hate for you to have to."

Farrell remembers something. "Well, I'll find you guys after I take care of a few things in my room.. I'll catch up, kay?"

Selphie idly tries to glance behind her -- rather, to Farrell, and maybe to the hands on her. >_> "--Okaay! Bye~ee!" To Irvine, before he's even left, she whispers, "He's sure in a good mood!" And he is, too! As inspiration hits her, she tries to snag the hat -- both of his hands being busy. >_>

"Hey!" The cowboy says as the hat is indeed plucked off his head. "Ooooh, now you're gonna get it, little missy." With Farrell heading off in another direction, Irvine starts toward the dorms, albeit slower then Farrell's pace. Uh oh...

Selphie giggles triumphantly, plopping the hat on her own head. "--Oh, yeah! Whatever! Whadd're you gonna do, croon country lyrics to me?" Tch! She seems to find that -pre-tty- funny, though. Laughing, she's really not too -worried- about the threat, more... curious.

Irvine grins, then chuckles in a devious, dark manner. "No, but you'll find out, my dear." Uh oh... he *is* up to something. Moving through the atrium, he won't say anything more for now.

Selphie erms, suddenly getting this mini-feeling of dread. "--Uhm~... Heeey! Since when are -you- kaniving? Huh? Huh?" She kicks her feet as much as she can, lightly. "Aren't you glad I'm liiight?"

"Very... careful there..." Irvine tries to hold down Selphie's legs so she doesn't kick him in the face. That'd hurt, especially since his nose is still slightly sore. Managing to get the door open somehow, he drags the poor girl over his shoulder into his room. Muuuahahaha.

" am, I aaam!" Kickkick. She's not kicking enough to get near the face, luckily. Hat suddenly falling past her eyes, Selphie -blinkblinks-. "--Erf." Pushing the brim up, allowing her to see once more, she notes that she's in Irvine's dorm. o_o Hm. "...Should I act all shrieky and scaared?"

"Only if you want to," comes the short reply. Irvine's got other ideas however. Swinging Selphie off his shoulder finally, he drops her onto the bed, reaching up for the hat as he gives her no time to even sit up, straddling her on the coverless mattress to keep her pinned down. "Now it's payback time, missy."

Selphie not only gets the hat that -she- stole fair and square stolen, but gets plopped onto the bed with an 'oof!', and gets straddled. Oh. And gets pinned down! The tables certainly are turned -- not that she ever really straddled -Irvine-, or anything, but you get the picture. Blinkblinkign radpily, and widely, Selphie waaah!s. "Heeey!" Squirm, squirm. "This is totally not fair!" That's twice today she's claimed that!

"Life's not fair darlin'," the cowboy drawls, plopping *his* hat back onto his head again, adjusting it a moment. Then, he glances down at Selphie, leaning over her with that *irritating* little smirk on his face again. "And neither am I. Any last words before I commence tickle torture?"
     
Gurk. ...Tickle... Torture? If her eyes were wide before, they're wide as -saucers-, now. Eep. "--Wait, no-- Hey, no, no! I'll be good, I'll be -goooo~ooood-!" Waaah! Life certainly isn't fair, especially since her squirming does little to help her situation. She'll -get- him for this! Oh yes, she -will-.

Having suffered plenty of embarassment the last few days, Irvine isn't really sympathetic to Selphie's situation, nor is he concerned about her revenge. He's *justified* in this, dangit. "Good? How good will you be... hmm?" The grin widens, blue eyes alight with his humor. Hah! He *finally* has the upper hand for once. His hands move to Selphie's sides, but they don't attempt to tickle yet... just there in case.

Selphie lowers her chin to her chest, looking... Well, pitiful. Though her nose does wrinkle at that -grin- of his. But! She bites her tongue, not having much room to say anything that might trigger said tickling. >_> "--Uhm~...!" She tenses at the hands on her sides, but continues! "--Really, really, ree~eeally mega-good?", she says, hopefully. Selphie is, however, rather satisfied that he's at least retaliating. It'd be boring if he didn't.

Irvine twitches his fingers to test this, seeing just how ticklish Selphie is. "Elaborate, me lovely." Oh, big words for the cowboy again. What exactly is he -after- anyway? Good thing no one will just walk in here to see this, otherwise it might look... really bad.

Selphie eep!s, jerking slightly at that horrid, evil! touch. But she doesn't -laugh-, though there is an oddly placed grin, which she really can't control. "--I won't even make you get down on one knee and apologize to me in front of alot of people ever agaaain?" She really -doesn't- know what he's up to, and thusly doesn't know what he wants to hear.

Irvine stops for a moment, chuckling as Selphie twitches. "That's a start... what else?" He did call this tickle *torture* after all, it's not like he's going to let his yellow clad ray of sunshine off easy. Besides, this is fun.

Starting to get frustrated, Selphie whi~i~i~ines. "--I don't knoo~oow! What else do you waa~aant?" Well, -that- question could get some potentially interesting answers. She suddenly, though, feels like a POW being tortured for information...

"Tch, wrong answer darlin'," the cowboy drawls and proceeds into tickle torture motions, fingers wriggling along Selphie's sides. He fully intended to do this anyway, regardless of Selphie's answers anyway. It was just nice to hear her promise *not* to make him apologize on his knees again.
    
EEP. "Waitwait, I mean, I mean--!" Giggling uncontrollably suddenly, she can't really finish that thought. Squirming along with her giggles, the poor brunette really does look like she's enjoying this 'torture,' though she's really... Well, kinda-not. Irvine being her attacker and all, it's not -so- bad. Either way, she'll -get him back-, whether she said she'd be good or not.

It doesn't last too long, Irvine's not that cruel, after all. He lets up, rolling over so he's sprawled out beside her rather then straddling her now. Looking smug, he tosses the hat toward the foot of the bed and laces his fingers behind his head, considering his work finished. Glancing at Selphie, he waits till she's recovered before saying anything.

Huffpuffing, still having shortish fits of giggles even -after- Irvine's stopped, Selphie begins to regain her composure, slowly. Rrr... Without even waiting to be totally recovered, the girl -starts- to move, looking almost as if she had planned on straddling the -cowboy-. ...However, amoungst many things that pop in her head, one specific thing stops her. She said she'd be good! And Irvine's totally stronger than her, so she doesn't want a repeat of what just happened. >_> With a little pout!, she flops back onto her side, giving the boy this -look-. "...That was soo~ totally uncalled for!"

Irvine reaches over to tweak Selphie's nose, still totally grinning with that smug little, irritating smile of his. "I think it was warranted. Whatever you give you get times three, so they say." He noticed how she nearly got revenge on him in the same way, and hopes to prevent it by wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer to him. "Aw, come on, it wasn't that bad. I could keep going..."

Selphie ducks her head after the tweak, tryyying to surpress that smile. ...Unsuccessfully. "-They- say? They talk alot, huh!" --Erk. At the pulling closer, she scoots further closer of her own accord, and looks to just be getting niiice n'comfy, snuggling all close-like and such, when -- "Er-- No, no! That's okay!" n_n; Hrmph...

Irvine laughs and draws himself up long enough to kiss Selphie's forehead. So much for tweaking her nose, ah well. Flopping back down, he stares up at the tiled ceiling, quiet a moment as he thinks. "I thought not." He chuckles again.
"Whatever would I do without you," he muses.

Smiling, the perky_brunette gives a shrug! even as she snuggles up as close as she can get from this position. Siiiigh. She really did miss him! "Prolly be flirtin' with some other gi~irl," she teases, smirking. "Or dead! Since I always gotta help your accident and trouble-prone butt!" She's not gonna let up on that, either.

Irvine snorts derisively, "I'll remember you said that." But, he doesn't -deny- it either. Instead he raises his free hand above Selphie, wriggling his fingers, "Remember... you have to behave yourself..." he warns. No comment about flirting with other girls. Chances are, that's exactly what he'd be doing.

Selphie smirk!s. Yeah, she's smug. --Until she spies that hand, and the wiggling fingers, whereupon she erks--, smirk replaced by a little pouty face. "I aaam! I was just... like... uhm... making an observation!" Yeah, that's it. c_c; Eh heh. "...You're -mean-," she adds as an afterthought -- though she cuddles against him even as she says it. Mmm. Cowboy.

Indeed, the hand comes down again as the cowboy rolls over onto his side, wrapping the hand that might have been torturous around Selphie instead. "Yes, I know. And you're cruel." Ok, enough talk, enough tickling, Irvine leans his head down, kisses Selphie's forehead and then lowers his lips toward hers. The puppet mistress sighs. Tch, hormonal teenage boys.
    
Well, she'd actually expected this to happen a few minutes ago, but that's okay! She's not the one in a hurry to tongue wrassle. Hee. Smiling first at the kiss to her forehead, Selphie tilts her chin up, meeting his full lips with her own. (A fleeting thought of Irvine looking better in a dress than her passes through her head, for one reason or another, but doesn't really register.) As per usual, the ball's in Irvine's court, so to speak.

A dress! *snort* Shyeah, right. Irvine's got the effeminate face, but not the body for a dress. The kiss starts out soft, as usual, but the impatience comes in to play far faster then before it gets a little rougher, more eager, maybe testing out Selphie again. His arms pull her in a little closer, enjoying her warmth in this proximity. He'd *love* to go a lot further too, but that's a distant thought, not expected this early in the relationship. He *is* still trying to be good. (Though he's gotten further with other girls in the past in the first *night*, but that's another story.)

Another story, indeed! Selphie's not a hussy, so there. Though that dress would say otherwise...
Anyway. Pulled further against the cowboy, Selphie wiggles up against him, the intensity of the kiss rather obvious to her, but -- well, Irvy sure seems to like it. And she does too!, just not -as much-. But that's okay, 'cause she's going along with it, not adverse to the actions at all, thus far. Though! She does press into the kiss at one point, when she remembers how much she missed this whilest Irvine was absent. c_c

Irvine would never treat Selphie like a hussy either, dress or otherwise. As his foster father once said to him, there are women you play with and women you marr-- uh, next thought. He actually pauses the kiss as that thought comes to mind, eyes opening briefly. It's only a moment though, and before Selphie can get a chance to ask what's wrong, he's kissing her again.
   
Selphie, indeed, was going to ask! But, yes, she's being kissed again. Oh, well. Must not've been too terribly important, right? Mind back on the cowboy, she's really, really gotten addicted to this whole affection thing. Just touching! It's lovely! So, that -duster- of his... It's keeping her from actually -touching- him, aside from the obvious lip-lock. So! Pulling away briefly, looking like a girl determined, she moves to push said duster off of his shoulders, obviously wanting the vile thing gone! But she doesn't say anything, nuh-uh. How cute.

This actually surprises Irvine, who lifts an eyebrow at her, but shakes the coat off his shoulders, drawing his arms free from the sleeves with a little bit of manuevering. Ok, duster's off, though he doesn't move it out from under him, and since he's not about to attempt removing anything from Selphie, he wraps his arms back around her, drawing her toward him again, smiling at her as if asking 'better?'.
     
Selphie waits, patiently, as the coat is removed. And beam!s to his silent question, obviously content, especially with his arms around her. Letting out a horridly adorable and utterly content siiiiigh, the girl cuddles against Irvine, nuzzling him happily. Gasp! Seems she's a cuddle type. That is, for the moment. She does!, bravely enough, kiss his neck in mid-nuzzle -- let's see what happens! This is exactly like some kind of experiment to the girl, afterall. It's fun!

Irvine actually shivers, surprised. *That* was unexpected too. He fairly well holds still, letting Selphie explore and experiment at her leisure. He knows she's still new to this and heaven forbid he screw it up by moving faster then she's ready for. Still, he's not totally idle, rubbing lightly at her back with his fingers.

Selphie beam!s, though it's not seen. Wow, he shivered. This curiousity of hers is, truthfully, more like a little girl's curiousity with how much she can tortue the cat before it hisses and bites. Fortunately for Irvy, she won't stick a sock over his head, put tape on his hands and feet, or make him stand up on his 'hind feet' and hold his hands up, 'dancing.' No! Instead, she kisses further up his neck, heading for that little earlobe of his. Once there, she pauses for a moment -- hmm. She's seen stuff on movies, but -- ah, well! What can it hurt? Nibble. This is -lots- of fun. n_n
      
Whoa, heeeeelllllo. Face suddenly flushing, Irvine can't help but twitch, since Selphie just innocently discovered a *majorly* sensitive turn-on point of his. He blinks, really trying hard not to squirm, or shudder or... heaven forbid, grab her and let the hormones take over from that point forward. Must... resist... oh jesus. Lifting his head, one hand wraps around the back of Selphie's and he draws her in for one of the most passionate, almost desperate kisses he's ever attempted with her yet, arms wrapped around her tightly.
     
Selphie will, undoubtedly, have to make note of this. But -later-, since she's kinda busy being surprised, and then kissed -- in that order. With a muffled sound of surprise, Selphie's eyes... Slowly... Oh yes, slowy close. If nibbling his -ear- gets this reaction -- she doesn't even want to finish this thought process. And she doesn't! No, she's too busy listening to her thumpthump!ing heart, feeling a tingle in her smallish body, and feeling her face flush -hot-. -And- concentrate on returning the kiss! Jeez! This stuff she puts up with for you, Irvy.

Note to Selphie: If you don't want to get in over your head, stay away from Irvine's earlobes.
The cowboy, meanwhile, is throughly caught up in the moment, though give him a few heartbeats and he'll back off, or give a protesting hint of some sort for a more immediate halt. He breaks off the more passionate kiss, planting little kisses along the sides of her lips, then down her chin, intent on kissing down to her throat. Unaware of any discomfort on Selphie's part, his eyes are still closed, merely feeling his way down. It's been awhile since he's felt this... well, hormonal to put it nicely, and actually had someone with him to release it on.
    
Discomfort...? Ahaha... No. She may feel flustered and embarassed, even, but it's far from discomfort. She doesn't know -what- to call it. Not that she's rarin' to go, or even near the level that Irvy's at right now, but it's... nice. If he realizes that he's 'going too fast,' then... Well, okay. But for the moment, she's ridin' the wave! A happy little noise escapes her lips -- why didn't anyone tell her this stuff feels so nice? Whoohoo!

Nuzzling at Selphie's throat, Irvine kisses her skin softly, breathing in her scent like some sort of heady wine. Gods, it really *has* been too long since he's done this. He slows down now, taking his time to enjoy this. One hand idly caresses her back, the other is still against the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. Inwardly, he begins to wonder what she's thinking, how she feels about this, but it doesn't deter him yet, letting his lips taste her skin. Besides, that happy little noise was encouraging.

Selphie, in fact, was just thinking that same thing! Wonder what Irvy's thinkin'. And though Irvine has tasted this sort of closeness, and then been without it for so long, at least he knew what it felt like! Selphie's just starting to enjoy the ride, and it might be in Irvine's best interest to -not- let her like it as much as he does. Either way, she tilts her chin up, enjooooying this lovely moment, and has no reason to hold back from squirming -- which she does! Ooooh.

The puppet mistress pulling Irvine's strings just facepalms. Meanwhile, the cowboy has no idea what a *bad* idea it is to teach Selphie the pleasures of cuddling and necking. No, when she tilts her chin up, he takes the opportunity to explore further, his breath warm against her throat. The hand along her back slides down to her waist, but doesn't go anywhere else, he's not that daring yet, but he *is* more then tempted at this point.

While Selphie may have been playing with fire earlier with her nibbling escapades, -Irvy- is playing with it -now-. She really -doesn't- know what 'gong too fast' is defined as, though she's sure if something happened that was past that line, she'd know it -then-. But for now!, she rather enjoys this situation, letting some hidden little person in her head take over. Said person, in fact, presses against Irvine in a way that perhaps she -shouldn't-. If Irvy thinks on it, it might occur to him that Selphie really doesn't know what she's getting into~.

Having considered that a few times already, Irvine is slightly surprised yet again by the sudden movement, pressing into him. He backs off then, though the gods know he really -doesn't- want to. But, he's experienced with this, Selphie isn't. The last thing he needs is an upset girlfriend because he moved too quickly. Scooting up just a bit so he's lying next to her, reaching up to touch her face and get her attention if her eyes are closed, he whispers quietly, afraid really to break the silence, "Hey... you ok with this? I mean... if I'm moving too fast for you, tell me."
    
While wrapped up in the moment, Selphie does rather note Irvine's shifting -- and while she doesn't know why, she opens her eyes halfway, looking almost groggy. Smiling at both the question and the hand on her face, she just gives a little shrug!, brushing her cheek against said hand. "You're not goin' too fast, Irvy~," she bubbles, though quietly. "I'd tell you! I think it's -fun-." That's so cute, yet... worrisome. Admittedly, she'd be happy just snuggling, but that's okay! She's happy either waaaaay.

Irvine lets his fingers brush over Selphie's cheek, drawing back a few unruly strands of hair from her temple. The look on his face is far from smug, no it's more content then anything else. He's not worried, it hasn't dawned on him yet that Selphie could end up being *worse* then he is... of course, to him, no one's worse then he is at the hormonal department. "I love you." Awwwwwwwww.

Selphie giggles quietly, her smile not far off from Irvine's. "I love you too~!" Of course, Selphie being worse than Irvine isn't exactly on -her- mind either. But that's okay! "Can we just, like, lie here?" She is -too- cute. Jeezus.

"Sure, doesn't bother me any," the gunman replies, content to touch her face and gaze into those beautiful green eyes. Yeah, she's cute all right, and that just further traps Irvine into the pitfalls of love. It's a *nice* feeling, after all, much more stable then those rather *cough* lusty nights back at Galbadia that were essentially a string of one or two night stands. "You're so beautiful." He says that with a touch of awe, as if he were really honestly looking at her for the first time. Yes, he's totally fallen. So much for the Flirt of Balamb.

Beam!ing, Selphie kisses his cheek, nuzzling up to that loooverly Cowboy of hers. "Yeee~eeeah?", she drawls, happily settling down with her favorite Sharpshooter. "Can we get breakfast tomorrow? Pancakes! Blueberry pancakes." How innocent! And Irvy wants to traint it. Tch! What a horrid thing to do. "...And blueberry muffins? Yeah!"

Irvine really doesn't want to taint his innocent Sefie, or he'd be trying to right now. Oh he considers it inevitable anyway, but hey, if it's gonna happen someday anyway, why rush it? Isn't that usually his take on life? "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea... you gonna stay with me tonight again?" It's been an accident the last two times, but the cowboy really likes having someone to hold at night, even if it's purely innocent. (And who cares about the silly rules.)

Selphie idly shifts around, so that her back is pressed against his chest, almost in a fetal position. Comfy! She snuggles back against him, even as she 'mmhmm!'s happily. Totally innocent, of -course-. "...And orange juice, and milk! Whooooo~..." Yeah, this is major happiness for the little brunette: talking about a nice big yummy breakfast, and snuggling with Irvy. Rules are made to be broken, right?!

Irvine couldn't be happier right now. Slipping his arms back around Selphie, he holds her close, resting his head against the back of hers. Totally unaware that his world is about to unravel as soon as Vincent gets ahold of him with his new orders, the gunman plans on spending a peaceful, blissful night beside his Sefie. "Apple juice for me..." he murmurs, sounding sleepy already.

Selphie tch!s, then muffles a yawn. "--Weirdo," she notes quietly, smiling. Apple juice? She'll have to remember that! When -Selphie- finds out about Irvine's new assignment, she'll be worried enough for the -both- of them, though. But that's not known yet, so indeed, she has the same idea as Irvine... Just spent a lovely night with her Irvy! "Love you," she comments, without even really noticing.

"Love you too," is murmured in the same casual, sleepy manner. Irvine reaches up with one hand to the wall, fumbling for the light switch he jerry-rigged for easier access and flicks it off, drowning the room in darkness. Then, suddenly, "'s not weird."