FFVIII: Vacation

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Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Laguna/Squall
Warnings: Incest
Rating: PG13
Summary: Time off for the president and his lover.


Squall was always in those damn clothes, Laguna reflected. Except when he was out of them, but that was only in bed and in the shower, and then he was pale and pretty and entirely too addictive. No, Laguna's complaint wasn't with how much or how little Squall was naked, his complaint was that Squall was never seen in anything but his uniform, or that leather.

Not that he didn't look good in leather. That wasn't the point at all.

The point was, when Laguna pulled his clothes off, he was lightly tanned, to a point, but then the rest of his skin was pale, a faint contrast but there, skin white as if it'd never seen the sun. Laguna had never seen him, for example, take his shirt off outside when it was hot. It was always the leather and the plain white t-shirt. It was as if he was scared to wear anything else, and almost as if the clothing helped him to hide himself from others.

That might have been it.

Still, Laguna was determined to get Squall a tan, some day. Not too much, but enough. An afternoon's tan. A tan from an afternoon spent in the sun with his lover (the fact that Laguna was his father was a fact they shied away from; best not even thought about), kissing and touching and maybe just laying there.

He'd do it next vacation, Laguna resolved. And he would get Squall in shorts and a t-shirt at the least, looking like a real person instead of a doll all dressed up in leather and uniforms.