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FFVIII: Full Circle
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Rinoa, Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Things that weren't supposed to happen again. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Seifer'd been working on Rinoa a long time. Smiling. Buying her candy floss the first time he met her -- properly met her, that is, because he'd seen her and thought she was pretty quite a few times before -- because she'd fumbled in her pocket for gil and come up with nothing. He'd bought her dinner one day, even, but she'd had to rush off, so he'd started to give up then.
And then he was standing there, dripping wet in Rinoa's apartment, and she was smiling and offering him coffee and -- and anything to warm you up -- with a smile that knew exactly what she was saying. He wasn't quite sure what to do about that. That wasn't the way things went -- usually went, anyway -- because he seduced girls, not the other way round.
She helped him get his soaking wet trenchcoat off. Then she ran her hands up under his mostly wet shirt and got that off too. And undid his pants. Before his brain caught up to her.
He'd thought she was the princess type. One to carefully seduce and pamper and promise to be there for, at the same time thinking of ways he could stay far, far away from her in the future. But apparently not. Or apparently she'd been reading too many trashy paperback novels about people who met their soulmates on the streets, talked to them a few times, and finally invited them in to their apartments and had sex with them, and then they stayed forever.
Seifer wasn't planning on the soulmates part. Or the staying forever part.
But he was definitely down with the having sex part.
When they'd finished, and she was laying all draped over him, he got round to the you know this can never happen again? part. And she laughed and told him that if he ever showed up on her doorstep dripping wet again, she'd let him in again, but otherwise, he was quite right. She only wanted to be friends with him anyway -- just wanted to see, you know, what it was like.
He hid his relief quite well and nodded seriously. Just friends. He even let her hang round with him a few times, as long as she didn't get in the way of the flirting he sometimes indulged in.
Now she's standing there, at the entrance to Garden, Squall's arm around her. Seifer is dripping wet -- again -- and things have come full circle in that annoying way they sometimes do. He waits. She smiles, looks up at Squall -- pretty eyes in a pretty doll face -- and asks him. He shrugs. So she turns to Seifer.
"Want to come in?"
Pairing: Seifer/Rinoa, Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Things that weren't supposed to happen again. For
fated_children.Seifer'd been working on Rinoa a long time. Smiling. Buying her candy floss the first time he met her -- properly met her, that is, because he'd seen her and thought she was pretty quite a few times before -- because she'd fumbled in her pocket for gil and come up with nothing. He'd bought her dinner one day, even, but she'd had to rush off, so he'd started to give up then.
And then he was standing there, dripping wet in Rinoa's apartment, and she was smiling and offering him coffee and -- and anything to warm you up -- with a smile that knew exactly what she was saying. He wasn't quite sure what to do about that. That wasn't the way things went -- usually went, anyway -- because he seduced girls, not the other way round.
She helped him get his soaking wet trenchcoat off. Then she ran her hands up under his mostly wet shirt and got that off too. And undid his pants. Before his brain caught up to her.
He'd thought she was the princess type. One to carefully seduce and pamper and promise to be there for, at the same time thinking of ways he could stay far, far away from her in the future. But apparently not. Or apparently she'd been reading too many trashy paperback novels about people who met their soulmates on the streets, talked to them a few times, and finally invited them in to their apartments and had sex with them, and then they stayed forever.
Seifer wasn't planning on the soulmates part. Or the staying forever part.
But he was definitely down with the having sex part.
When they'd finished, and she was laying all draped over him, he got round to the you know this can never happen again? part. And she laughed and told him that if he ever showed up on her doorstep dripping wet again, she'd let him in again, but otherwise, he was quite right. She only wanted to be friends with him anyway -- just wanted to see, you know, what it was like.
He hid his relief quite well and nodded seriously. Just friends. He even let her hang round with him a few times, as long as she didn't get in the way of the flirting he sometimes indulged in.
Now she's standing there, at the entrance to Garden, Squall's arm around her. Seifer is dripping wet -- again -- and things have come full circle in that annoying way they sometimes do. He waits. She smiles, looks up at Squall -- pretty eyes in a pretty doll face -- and asks him. He shrugs. So she turns to Seifer.
"Want to come in?"