FFVIII: Tuesday Afternoon
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall has Tuesday afternoons off. Timeline here.
Tuesday afternoons were generally good, Squall had found. By two in the afternoon he'd almost finished his stack of work for the day, and if he wasn't interrupted, caught and tied down to do more work within the next ten minutes, he'd be home free. And Seifer would be there, waiting, like the good little housewife he wasn't. Tuesday afternoons were Squall's time, to do whatever the heck he wanted with, and most of the time that was spend time with Seifer or his gunblade.
That particular Tuesday, he felt like going back to their rooms and finding Seifer and pinning him down, and kissing him hard and deep and slow. He felt, in fact, like he wanted to make Seifer feel a little dizzy and dazed. He had a lot of plans for that and by the time he'd scribbled his signature on the last piece of paper, his mind had raced far ahead.
He went back to their rooms to find Seifer asleep on their bed, curled up in a ball like a kid and he had to stop and watch for a minute, because it was kind of cute. He was also tempted to get a camera, because that was bound to be good bribery materal later.
But he didn't.
He took pity on Seifer and woke him up and laughed when Seifer grabbed at him so he tumbled down onto the bed. Without saying anything, stopping Seifer's greeting with his fingertips and then moving them aside, he kissed Seifer hard, exactly as he'd been planning to.
"Hey," he breathed.
"Hey," Seifer whispered, sounding a little breathless already.
"I've got this Tuesday afternoon free."
"I can tell."
Seifer was smirking. Squall rolled on top of him, pinning him down, and kissed him again, just so that he didn't feel like he was getting the upper hand. Once he'd done kissing Seifer thoroughly, he pulled away a little, nipping at his lip.
"Well, not free, exactly..."
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall has Tuesday afternoons off. Timeline here.
Tuesday afternoons were generally good, Squall had found. By two in the afternoon he'd almost finished his stack of work for the day, and if he wasn't interrupted, caught and tied down to do more work within the next ten minutes, he'd be home free. And Seifer would be there, waiting, like the good little housewife he wasn't. Tuesday afternoons were Squall's time, to do whatever the heck he wanted with, and most of the time that was spend time with Seifer or his gunblade.
That particular Tuesday, he felt like going back to their rooms and finding Seifer and pinning him down, and kissing him hard and deep and slow. He felt, in fact, like he wanted to make Seifer feel a little dizzy and dazed. He had a lot of plans for that and by the time he'd scribbled his signature on the last piece of paper, his mind had raced far ahead.
He went back to their rooms to find Seifer asleep on their bed, curled up in a ball like a kid and he had to stop and watch for a minute, because it was kind of cute. He was also tempted to get a camera, because that was bound to be good bribery materal later.
But he didn't.
He took pity on Seifer and woke him up and laughed when Seifer grabbed at him so he tumbled down onto the bed. Without saying anything, stopping Seifer's greeting with his fingertips and then moving them aside, he kissed Seifer hard, exactly as he'd been planning to.
"Hey," he breathed.
"Hey," Seifer whispered, sounding a little breathless already.
"I've got this Tuesday afternoon free."
"I can tell."
Seifer was smirking. Squall rolled on top of him, pinning him down, and kissed him again, just so that he didn't feel like he was getting the upper hand. Once he'd done kissing Seifer thoroughly, he pulled away a little, nipping at his lip.
"Well, not free, exactly..."