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FFVIII: Storm Sounds
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Zell is captivated by the storm. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
"There's a storm coming."
Zell was at the window. Storms always fascinated him -- Seifer thought it was his Quezecotl junction, the lightning flickering through his veins, buried deep inside him, addictive and bright-hot, that made him love the crash and rumble of the thunder and the flicker and flash of the lightning arcing from sky to ground.
"I can see," Seifer said, getting up and going to wrap his arms around Zell's waist. He could rest his chin on top of Zell's, which he did, smirking a little and holding him a little tighter, making him squirm a little.
"Don't squeeze so tight, bastard."
Seifer smirked a little more and brushed a kiss over the back of Zell's neck, running a hand slowly down his side. "I've been dropping hints for the last hour. Are you coming to bed or not?"
"Maybe later."
"Zell..."
It wasn't quite a whine, of course. Seifer just didn't whine. Zell snorted softly at it and turned to face Seifer, standing up on his tiptoes to kiss him. "What if I find the storm more interesting than you?"
"Impossible," Seifer growled, pulling Zell away from the window and towards the bed. Zell was willing enough for a while, but at the first rumble of thunder Seifer knew he had to give up. He let Zell go to the window, rolling onto his back and sulking for a while before watching Zell, amused by the way he was utterly captivated by the storm.
Seifer would get what he wanted later anyway.
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Zell is captivated by the storm. For
fic_on_demand."There's a storm coming."
Zell was at the window. Storms always fascinated him -- Seifer thought it was his Quezecotl junction, the lightning flickering through his veins, buried deep inside him, addictive and bright-hot, that made him love the crash and rumble of the thunder and the flicker and flash of the lightning arcing from sky to ground.
"I can see," Seifer said, getting up and going to wrap his arms around Zell's waist. He could rest his chin on top of Zell's, which he did, smirking a little and holding him a little tighter, making him squirm a little.
"Don't squeeze so tight, bastard."
Seifer smirked a little more and brushed a kiss over the back of Zell's neck, running a hand slowly down his side. "I've been dropping hints for the last hour. Are you coming to bed or not?"
"Maybe later."
"Zell..."
It wasn't quite a whine, of course. Seifer just didn't whine. Zell snorted softly at it and turned to face Seifer, standing up on his tiptoes to kiss him. "What if I find the storm more interesting than you?"
"Impossible," Seifer growled, pulling Zell away from the window and towards the bed. Zell was willing enough for a while, but at the first rumble of thunder Seifer knew he had to give up. He let Zell go to the window, rolling onto his back and sulking for a while before watching Zell, amused by the way he was utterly captivated by the storm.
Seifer would get what he wanted later anyway.
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