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FFVIII: Relaxation
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Plans to make Squall dodge some work. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Squall!"
Squall glanced up warily, raising an eyebrow at Seifer, who just shrugged. Then, with an eyeroll that was only mental by now, he looked over at Rinoa, raising his eyebrow a little more. "Something wrong, Rin?"
"No, nothing wrong, it's just, it's snowing."
"Oh."
Rinoa turned away from the window and put one hand on her hip, huffing softly. Neither of her lovers looked too impressed, repressed and deprived bastards that they were. She stamped her foot, just for effect, and gave Seifer the look that never failed to get her what she wanted, if employed for long enough and with enough serious intent behind it. "Snowing. Honestly, don't you two care about anything?"
Seifer smirked at her, standing up and going over to have a peek at the snow, just to satisfy her. Or so he said, anyway, but he was a little enchanted by the falling snow just like anyone else. "Just you, princess, and Commander Blizzard himself."
"Why is it," Squall looked intently at his pot of pens and, in fact, appeared to be talking to it, "that the minute it gets cold enough for water to freeze in falling, all useful activity stops? We're indoors, so it's not like the snow is really affecting us."
"It's nice to watch it," Rinoa protested, "relaxing, even."
It took a heartbeat or so before Rinoa's eyes met Seifer's, one thought between the two of them.
"In fact," Seifer began, slowly, beginning to smirk a little, turning from the window to look at Squall, "if Rinny is thinking what I'm thinking..."
"Watching the snow could be just the thing for Squall?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking."
"I am not watching the stupid snow."
But five minutes later, like all arguments in which two of them teamed up against the third, Squall'd lost the argument and was sat on the windowsill watching the snow while Rinoa kissed his neck and Seifer teased at his nipple.
They were right, sort of. He was getting rather relaxed. But that was more due to them than to the snow.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Plans to make Squall dodge some work. For
thirtyforthree."Squall!"
Squall glanced up warily, raising an eyebrow at Seifer, who just shrugged. Then, with an eyeroll that was only mental by now, he looked over at Rinoa, raising his eyebrow a little more. "Something wrong, Rin?"
"No, nothing wrong, it's just, it's snowing."
"Oh."
Rinoa turned away from the window and put one hand on her hip, huffing softly. Neither of her lovers looked too impressed, repressed and deprived bastards that they were. She stamped her foot, just for effect, and gave Seifer the look that never failed to get her what she wanted, if employed for long enough and with enough serious intent behind it. "Snowing. Honestly, don't you two care about anything?"
Seifer smirked at her, standing up and going over to have a peek at the snow, just to satisfy her. Or so he said, anyway, but he was a little enchanted by the falling snow just like anyone else. "Just you, princess, and Commander Blizzard himself."
"Why is it," Squall looked intently at his pot of pens and, in fact, appeared to be talking to it, "that the minute it gets cold enough for water to freeze in falling, all useful activity stops? We're indoors, so it's not like the snow is really affecting us."
"It's nice to watch it," Rinoa protested, "relaxing, even."
It took a heartbeat or so before Rinoa's eyes met Seifer's, one thought between the two of them.
"In fact," Seifer began, slowly, beginning to smirk a little, turning from the window to look at Squall, "if Rinny is thinking what I'm thinking..."
"Watching the snow could be just the thing for Squall?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking."
"I am not watching the stupid snow."
But five minutes later, like all arguments in which two of them teamed up against the third, Squall'd lost the argument and was sat on the windowsill watching the snow while Rinoa kissed his neck and Seifer teased at his nipple.
They were right, sort of. He was getting rather relaxed. But that was more due to them than to the snow.
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