“Aren’t you going to sleep?” Squall asks, yawning softly. Seifer shakes his head.
“Not right now. I’m not sleepy.”
Another yawn. “Why not?”
“I’m just not. Go to sleep.”
Squall nods slightly, pushing up a little to kiss Seifer. Softly, at first, gently, so that Seifer closes his eyes and makes a tiny noise of contentment. Then a little more
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