I thought it was. Or that it was just a matter of time before you found someone better after we broke.
[And it had been that way, at least from his point of view. She had found Aya. There's no reproach to her in his thoughts, but there's an intense feeling of jealousy towards the other man. A feeling of betrayal because there had been a moment when he had thought that Aya would hate Selphie and be unfair with her after what happened. But instead he had taken her away and whatever part that was left in Ikki that thought that maybe after some time they could try again, was killed with that.
Now... Now he doesn't know if they can try again. But he doesn't care either. He wants to be with her, he needs her. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. And he's desperate enough, he's in love enough that he doesn't care how it happens, even if she's with him just for a few minutes before running to someone she prefers... But does she really prefer someone else? He can sense her own feelings, everything that she also kept hiding from him and everyone else.
He feels again electricity as her arms wrap around him and her body presses closer. And he wants nothing more than to press her even closer to himself, to push her down and explore her body, make her his as she makes him hers. He remembers the taste of her lips and finds himself licking his own again, feeling thirsty and hungry, not for food or a drink but for her. He keeps opening his Cosmos, showing her how much she's in his mind, in his heart, how much attention he pays to her. How much he needs her even if they argue. How much he loves and wants her, all of her.
His lips hover over hers, just inches apart, the hand that has on her face now gently threads through her hair as his other hand finds her waist and presses her even closer. Another deep breath and his body feels as if it's screaming for her, he almost feels frustrated that he's taking so long. But this isn't like the other nights. This is special. This is Selphie, the girl he loves, the one he truly wants. And he wants to savour this, just in case she will change her mind in the morning though he keeps that fear to himself.]
Selphie... I'm really going to do it. Tonight, I'm going to take you and make you mine, s-so...
[His throat clenches, refusing to give her a chance to back away, to leave. But he's not his father and this isn't just the flower. He won't be a monster to her.]
So if you don't want to or have doubts or anything... Stop me now.
{Because I don't think I'll be able to stop myself later.}
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[And it had been that way, at least from his point of view. She had found Aya. There's no reproach to her in his thoughts, but there's an intense feeling of jealousy towards the other man. A feeling of betrayal because there had been a moment when he had thought that Aya would hate Selphie and be unfair with her after what happened. But instead he had taken her away and whatever part that was left in Ikki that thought that maybe after some time they could try again, was killed with that.
Now... Now he doesn't know if they can try again. But he doesn't care either. He wants to be with her, he needs her. Tonight, tomorrow, every day. And he's desperate enough, he's in love enough that he doesn't care how it happens, even if she's with him just for a few minutes before running to someone she prefers... But does she really prefer someone else? He can sense her own feelings, everything that she also kept hiding from him and everyone else.
He feels again electricity as her arms wrap around him and her body presses closer. And he wants nothing more than to press her even closer to himself, to push her down and explore her body, make her his as she makes him hers. He remembers the taste of her lips and finds himself licking his own again, feeling thirsty and hungry, not for food or a drink but for her. He keeps opening his Cosmos, showing her how much she's in his mind, in his heart, how much attention he pays to her. How much he needs her even if they argue. How much he loves and wants her, all of her.
His lips hover over hers, just inches apart, the hand that has on her face now gently threads through her hair as his other hand finds her waist and presses her even closer. Another deep breath and his body feels as if it's screaming for her, he almost feels frustrated that he's taking so long. But this isn't like the other nights. This is special. This is Selphie, the girl he loves, the one he truly wants. And he wants to savour this, just in case she will change her mind in the morning though he keeps that fear to himself.]
Selphie... I'm really going to do it. Tonight, I'm going to take you and make you mine, s-so...
[His throat clenches, refusing to give her a chance to back away, to leave. But he's not his father and this isn't just the flower. He won't be a monster to her.]
So if you don't want to or have doubts or anything... Stop me now.
{Because I don't think I'll be able to stop myself later.}