Final Fantasy 8, Seifer Almasy and Squall Leonhart. Firsts - First kiss.
Title: Fireworks and a Stolen Kiss
Author: darksquall
Rating: G
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy 8 Seifer/Squall
Theme: Five firsts - First kiss.
Disclaimer: Squareenix owns these boys, I make no claim
(Thank you Race, for peeking for me)
Squall seemed to get prettier whenever he turned his head away for more than five minutes. Seifer was too painfully aware that any attempt at a relationship would be rejected by Squall, not to mention the promise of punishment, transfer or expulsion if they were to be caught by their elders.
He didn’t care about himself, just that day he’d failed his second attempt at the exam but he cared for Squall’s future.
Some of the students had ignored the overbearing, stuffy reception and had gathered just outside the garden’s main entrance to watch the fireworks. They huddled around a small fire, no teachers to watch and all eyes turned skywards, shivering in the cold night air.
Seifer had been surprised to see Squall show up. Such gatherings didn’t particularly bother him and he rarely socialised outside of class unless he had a gunblade in his hand. Regardless, he hung at the back, his arms wrapped around himself to ward off the night chill and still he shivered.
He was moving closer before he even became aware of it, slipping through the shadows. Squall knew he was coming of course, even before the SeeD training he’d seemed to have a sixth sense for Seifer’s presence.
Shrugging his jacket off, Seifer slid it onto Squall’s shoulders. Seifer was already growing out of the fur collared, cropped leather jacket and he barely wore it.
The dark eyed young man was buried by the leather, but he would grow into it. And he did look so good in black, especially with the fire light glistening on the leather and bringing a warmth to his pale skin. “Keep it,” Seifer said softly, resting a hand on Squall’s shoulder. Squall stood a good eight inches shorter than him and despite his training he was still slender. Seifer half wondered if he would ever get bigger sometimes, even Zell was bulkier than Squall.
There would be consequences for giving him the jacket but Seifer didn’t care. They would be easy enough to deal with, just pretend he was doing a favour for one of the “little people”.
“Thanks,” Squall murmured and Seifer could see that in his eyes and the light blush staining his cheeks.
He smiled for Squall. Not a smirk but a real smile, like the ones he’d once coaxed from the quiet boy at the orphanage.
It was a spur of the moment thing, an indescribable, undeniable urge to kiss Squall that drove him to move. He lowered his head, taking Squall’s lips in a quick, clumsy kiss as the fireworks erupted overhead. He didn’t linger, pushing past Squall and heading for the garden again.
Glancing back, he watched Squall lift a hand to his lips and shoot a glare at him.
Seifer grinned and continued his swagger back to his dorm but it wasn’t until he was falling asleep later that night - to dream of fireworks and a stolen kiss - that he realised Squall “ice prince” Leonhart had kissed him back.
Author: darksquall
Rating: G
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy 8 Seifer/Squall
Theme: Five firsts - First kiss.
Disclaimer: Squareenix owns these boys, I make no claim
(Thank you Race, for peeking for me)
Squall seemed to get prettier whenever he turned his head away for more than five minutes. Seifer was too painfully aware that any attempt at a relationship would be rejected by Squall, not to mention the promise of punishment, transfer or expulsion if they were to be caught by their elders.
He didn’t care about himself, just that day he’d failed his second attempt at the exam but he cared for Squall’s future.
Some of the students had ignored the overbearing, stuffy reception and had gathered just outside the garden’s main entrance to watch the fireworks. They huddled around a small fire, no teachers to watch and all eyes turned skywards, shivering in the cold night air.
Seifer had been surprised to see Squall show up. Such gatherings didn’t particularly bother him and he rarely socialised outside of class unless he had a gunblade in his hand. Regardless, he hung at the back, his arms wrapped around himself to ward off the night chill and still he shivered.
He was moving closer before he even became aware of it, slipping through the shadows. Squall knew he was coming of course, even before the SeeD training he’d seemed to have a sixth sense for Seifer’s presence.
Shrugging his jacket off, Seifer slid it onto Squall’s shoulders. Seifer was already growing out of the fur collared, cropped leather jacket and he barely wore it.
The dark eyed young man was buried by the leather, but he would grow into it. And he did look so good in black, especially with the fire light glistening on the leather and bringing a warmth to his pale skin. “Keep it,” Seifer said softly, resting a hand on Squall’s shoulder. Squall stood a good eight inches shorter than him and despite his training he was still slender. Seifer half wondered if he would ever get bigger sometimes, even Zell was bulkier than Squall.
There would be consequences for giving him the jacket but Seifer didn’t care. They would be easy enough to deal with, just pretend he was doing a favour for one of the “little people”.
“Thanks,” Squall murmured and Seifer could see that in his eyes and the light blush staining his cheeks.
He smiled for Squall. Not a smirk but a real smile, like the ones he’d once coaxed from the quiet boy at the orphanage.
It was a spur of the moment thing, an indescribable, undeniable urge to kiss Squall that drove him to move. He lowered his head, taking Squall’s lips in a quick, clumsy kiss as the fireworks erupted overhead. He didn’t linger, pushing past Squall and heading for the garden again.
Glancing back, he watched Squall lift a hand to his lips and shoot a glare at him.
Seifer grinned and continued his swagger back to his dorm but it wasn’t until he was falling asleep later that night - to dream of fireworks and a stolen kiss - that he realised Squall “ice prince” Leonhart had kissed him back.