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FFVIII: Safe
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: They're safe, together, in that room.
Ellone is gentle with him. She shouldn't be there, Squall shouldn't want her to be there, but somehow she can't resist giving him all the comfort she can. She has always watched him -- always reached for him. She sat quietly in the library and watched him lost in studying, more than once, and longed to speak to him, to ease all the pain that slipped through the chinks of his mental armour when he was sat studying.
She lies in bed besides him and rests her hand against his cheek, fingers threading through his hair, stroking gently. His eyes are closed, eyelashes fluttering a little, and the look on his face is complete and utter peace.
It disturbs her, a little, not now but later, when she's not with him. She was his 'Sis', an almost motherly figure, and now...
She doesn't feel guilty now because time with him couldn't feel anything but right.
"Elle?" he whispers, voice thick with near-sleep, and his arm tightens around her waist. She cuddles closer to him, bodies curled together, and sighs softly, kissing his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, his slightly parted lips.
"Sleep," she whispers, running her hand down his arm, soothing.
Obedient, he takes a deep breath and lets it out, and he's asleep that quickly. And then she reluctantly pulls away, finds her clothes, smoothing her skirt and carefully arranging her shawl so it doesn't look like her clothes were half torn off her while she kissed Squall, while he pressed her against the wall.
"Sleep well, brother," she whispers, the guilt flooding in as she leaves the room.
But inside his room, she's safe.
Pairing: Squall/Ellone
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: They're safe, together, in that room.
Ellone is gentle with him. She shouldn't be there, Squall shouldn't want her to be there, but somehow she can't resist giving him all the comfort she can. She has always watched him -- always reached for him. She sat quietly in the library and watched him lost in studying, more than once, and longed to speak to him, to ease all the pain that slipped through the chinks of his mental armour when he was sat studying.
She lies in bed besides him and rests her hand against his cheek, fingers threading through his hair, stroking gently. His eyes are closed, eyelashes fluttering a little, and the look on his face is complete and utter peace.
It disturbs her, a little, not now but later, when she's not with him. She was his 'Sis', an almost motherly figure, and now...
She doesn't feel guilty now because time with him couldn't feel anything but right.
"Elle?" he whispers, voice thick with near-sleep, and his arm tightens around her waist. She cuddles closer to him, bodies curled together, and sighs softly, kissing his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, his slightly parted lips.
"Sleep," she whispers, running her hand down his arm, soothing.
Obedient, he takes a deep breath and lets it out, and he's asleep that quickly. And then she reluctantly pulls away, finds her clothes, smoothing her skirt and carefully arranging her shawl so it doesn't look like her clothes were half torn off her while she kissed Squall, while he pressed her against the wall.
"Sleep well, brother," she whispers, the guilt flooding in as she leaves the room.
But inside his room, she's safe.
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This is...cute. Vaguely disturbing, but cute. I like the emphasis on sweetness/safety.
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