Are You Game?

Title: Selphie's Selfies
Author/Artist: leonhart29
Rating: Mature
Warnings: (Solo) Smut
Word count: 516
Prompt: Final Fantasy VIII, Selphie: photography - Selfies
Summary: When Selphie gets bored, things get interesting.
A/N: Now this one, I had a load of fun writing. As always, thank you so much to samuraiter for being my beta.

Selphie sat alone in her room and looked around her for something – anything – to do. She was bored, and that was never a good thing. For one, the woman couldn't sit still to save her life, and two, when she got bored, she got into trouble. The last time, she ended up in the brig over a misunderstanding involving the Garden fountain, some bubble bath, and an almost-not-there swimsuit.

Selphie sighed as she turned onto her side and reached for her cell phone. No texts, no calls, and everyone on her directory was on a mission or otherwise engaged in a do-not-disturb activity. Then, her eyes got that devilish glint, the corner of her lips curled up, and a low laugh came from her throat. If Irvine had been there to see it, or anyone in the Orphanage gang, for that matter, they would have taken the phone from her and then proceeded to lock her in the nearest closet until her hormones stopped playing ping-pong with her common sense.

Selphie flipped the phone open, hit the camera key, and started taking pictures: the Duck-Face, the obligatory from-above profile pic, looking over the shoulder, from below, and then the ever-popular selfie from the mirror. That got pretty boring very fast, so Selphie started to spice it up a bit.

Changing the setting from still photo to video, Selphie set the phone on the desk and started to do a slow striptease act, the buzzing little thought in her head being that she'd send it to Irvine for a little pick-me-up after his mission.

Off went the yellow dress and everything underneath until she was standing in her socks and flushed from head to toe. "Why not?" she asked herself as she lay back on the bed, exposed her neither regions to the phone, and started to play in earnest.

There is nothing that will get a person off quicker than allowing their own fingers to do what they want. A little tweak here, and a pull there, and Selphie was already panting, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slightly agape, one hand holding her rose petals open and the other one delving in deep.

She was just getting to the very end of her little exercise when her phone began to ring loudly and insistently. As the video camera on the thing was programmed to shut off if someone called, she got up and grabbed it, answering with a breathless "Hello?"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Selphie?!" Irvine all but screamed at her over the line.

"What do you mean, 'What am I doing?' I'm sitting here in our room bored to tears. That's what I'm doing."

"I can tell you're bored, Selph, and so can everyone who's got BalambBook pulled up! You've been posting in real time!" Irvine sounded like he couldn't decide if he wanted to cuss at her, kill her, fuck her, or just laugh his ass off.

Selphie hit the floor and started to cry. Why was it she always got into trouble when she was bored?