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FFVIII: The Benefits of Not Overthinking
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: A kiss on a beach. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"They all look pretty happy, huh?"
"What? Oh... Zell."
Zell smiles, nudges Squall in the ribs as he flops into the seat right next to him. "Don't look so happy to see me."
"Sorry."
Squall manages a smile. He's still not used to smiling and that's obvious but he looks damned good smiling and Zell has to grin back, not bothering to move his seat any further away. Besides. It was the beach. It was supposed to get Squall to relax and unwind for once in his life. Hopefully.
It seems to be sort of working, even.
Certainly earlier it wasn't, when Squall and Rinoa were quarrelling in a way that was pretty damned awful to be around. That kind of silent cold war that's never comfortable on the two involved or anyone around them. Zell was kinda glad when Rinoa screamed at Squall and left.
Kinda glad that they'd split up, too, but that wasn't a thought he particularly wanted to voice.
"You okay?"
"Fine."
Squall shifts slightly to look at him, and he grins again, perfectly content and happy and at home right there. It's been a nice day, Rinoa aside, and he's been closer to Squall than he has in a long time. Since the end of the war, probably, since Squall was hiding away since then. He's glad to see Squall out of his office. Very glad. Probably too glad, but Zell wasn't at all bothered about going to extremes.
Squall's eyes change from indifferent to thoughtful, and Zell can't quite look away. A bit of hair falls down in Squall's eyes, and before even thinking -- Zell one day doing things without thinking is going to be the death of you -- he's reached out to brush it away so he can keep meeting Squall's eyes.
His hand is quickly caught and held there, half against Squall's face.
He bites his lip. "Squall?"
There's a moment of silence and then Squall shifts with a creak of leather and a clink of belts, looking around but still holding Zell's hand there, against his cheek now.
"Squall?"
Squall hushes him and leans closer and kisses him. A brief kiss, but memorable all the same, Squall's lips firm against his and Squall's cheek warm under his bare palm. A first kiss.
When Squall pulls back, he's smiling again.
Pairing: Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: A kiss on a beach. Written for
laridian on fic_on_demand."They all look pretty happy, huh?"
"What? Oh... Zell."
Zell smiles, nudges Squall in the ribs as he flops into the seat right next to him. "Don't look so happy to see me."
"Sorry."
Squall manages a smile. He's still not used to smiling and that's obvious but he looks damned good smiling and Zell has to grin back, not bothering to move his seat any further away. Besides. It was the beach. It was supposed to get Squall to relax and unwind for once in his life. Hopefully.
It seems to be sort of working, even.
Certainly earlier it wasn't, when Squall and Rinoa were quarrelling in a way that was pretty damned awful to be around. That kind of silent cold war that's never comfortable on the two involved or anyone around them. Zell was kinda glad when Rinoa screamed at Squall and left.
Kinda glad that they'd split up, too, but that wasn't a thought he particularly wanted to voice.
"You okay?"
"Fine."
Squall shifts slightly to look at him, and he grins again, perfectly content and happy and at home right there. It's been a nice day, Rinoa aside, and he's been closer to Squall than he has in a long time. Since the end of the war, probably, since Squall was hiding away since then. He's glad to see Squall out of his office. Very glad. Probably too glad, but Zell wasn't at all bothered about going to extremes.
Squall's eyes change from indifferent to thoughtful, and Zell can't quite look away. A bit of hair falls down in Squall's eyes, and before even thinking -- Zell one day doing things without thinking is going to be the death of you -- he's reached out to brush it away so he can keep meeting Squall's eyes.
His hand is quickly caught and held there, half against Squall's face.
He bites his lip. "Squall?"
There's a moment of silence and then Squall shifts with a creak of leather and a clink of belts, looking around but still holding Zell's hand there, against his cheek now.
"Squall?"
Squall hushes him and leans closer and kisses him. A brief kiss, but memorable all the same, Squall's lips firm against his and Squall's cheek warm under his bare palm. A first kiss.
When Squall pulls back, he's smiling again.
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