FFVIII: Perks
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Irvine
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Getting in from a night out. Happy birthday, first_seventhe!
It seemed to take an inordinately long time to get home. Seifer suspected that had something to do with the dual influences of Irvine and alcohol, and he was not in the mood to remind himself that this wasn't a good idea. That had a lot to do with the fact that there'd been a detour into an alley, one that involved Irvine's hand down his pants and not enough in the way of closure.
Even the Garden Faculty doesn't bat an eyelid on their way in. Perks of going out with one of their precious heroes, he supposes, and he smiles crookedly. And wonders if the Garden Faculty members have eyelids -- he doesn't remember ever getting a clear look at their faces, after all.
He's drunk enough that finding his key is a problem, but not too drunk to appreciate the lingering quality of Irvine's touches as he rifles through Seifer's pockets for him. He's not drunk enough to mess up a kiss, even if he does stumble on the way to bed -- he blames that entirely on a different kind of intoxication, brought on by teasing touches and the feel of warm skin under his hands.
Pairing: Seifer/Irvine
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Getting in from a night out. Happy birthday, first_seventhe!
It seemed to take an inordinately long time to get home. Seifer suspected that had something to do with the dual influences of Irvine and alcohol, and he was not in the mood to remind himself that this wasn't a good idea. That had a lot to do with the fact that there'd been a detour into an alley, one that involved Irvine's hand down his pants and not enough in the way of closure.
Even the Garden Faculty doesn't bat an eyelid on their way in. Perks of going out with one of their precious heroes, he supposes, and he smiles crookedly. And wonders if the Garden Faculty members have eyelids -- he doesn't remember ever getting a clear look at their faces, after all.
He's drunk enough that finding his key is a problem, but not too drunk to appreciate the lingering quality of Irvine's touches as he rifles through Seifer's pockets for him. He's not drunk enough to mess up a kiss, even if he does stumble on the way to bed -- he blames that entirely on a different kind of intoxication, brought on by teasing touches and the feel of warm skin under his hands.