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FFVIII: Change
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Nida
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: They have an understanding. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
It's not something they actually speak about. They came to have an understanding, once upon a time, when Squall was drunk enough to talk and Nida was alone and piloting the Garden, and Squall had needed that relative quietness and privacy. He'd spoken of loneliness and frustrations and Nida had listened, and listened, and remembered. When Squall had turned up at his door, he hadn't been surprised. He'd let Squall in, and listened to him some more.
It was one thing he was very good at. Listening. Always, always listening, because very few people would listen to him. And listening was all Squall needed from him -- on this personal level anyway -- so the odd friendship worked out.
It turned into more than friendship after a while, of its own accord. Neither made a particular effort, or a particular move, but somehow they ended up in bed together and they let it carry them away.
Squall comes to his room exhausted, tonight, and Nida gets up to open the door. "I gave you the combination, you know," he says, more to Squall's boots than to Squall's face, "you could've just come in."
"I like to ask. Are you going to stand in my way all night?"
Nida smiles a little and steps aside, letting Squall in and then shutting the door behind him. He is so overlooked that people are not even gossiping about what the commander is doing in his room at night. It's a good thing -- for Squall. For Nida, it makes him wonder... "Why do you come here, anyway?"
Squall looks up, his eyes narrowing a little. Nida loves Squall's eyes, because they're a part of him that is secretly expressive. He likes to watch Squall's eyes and imagine that Squall might love him. That the almost tender expression there is all for him and not because Squall is tired or thinking of someone else. "Because I just do. Are you coming to bed or not?"
He has one boot off already, and the second while he's talking. Nida watches him and nods, finding the whole situation a little ridiculous. He was, after all, already in bed. Asleep, even. Before Squall turned up.
He runs his hand over Squall's side when they're laying in bed together. He expects something from Squall that starts it off. The sex, that is. It always happens, somehow. Squall comes to his room, they have sex, and then they sleep.
Tonight Squall is tired, as he'd noticed before. Tonight Squall curls up against him, one arm around him, tucks his head under his chin, and falls asleep almost immediately. Nida is left awake, his arms around Squall's warm body, smelling the generic shampoo scent of Squall's hair and looking at the clock with its face lit up on the bedside table, watching the hours tick by.
Something has changed, but Nida is not quite sure what, just now.
Pairing: Squall/Nida
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: They have an understanding. For
over_look.It's not something they actually speak about. They came to have an understanding, once upon a time, when Squall was drunk enough to talk and Nida was alone and piloting the Garden, and Squall had needed that relative quietness and privacy. He'd spoken of loneliness and frustrations and Nida had listened, and listened, and remembered. When Squall had turned up at his door, he hadn't been surprised. He'd let Squall in, and listened to him some more.
It was one thing he was very good at. Listening. Always, always listening, because very few people would listen to him. And listening was all Squall needed from him -- on this personal level anyway -- so the odd friendship worked out.
It turned into more than friendship after a while, of its own accord. Neither made a particular effort, or a particular move, but somehow they ended up in bed together and they let it carry them away.
Squall comes to his room exhausted, tonight, and Nida gets up to open the door. "I gave you the combination, you know," he says, more to Squall's boots than to Squall's face, "you could've just come in."
"I like to ask. Are you going to stand in my way all night?"
Nida smiles a little and steps aside, letting Squall in and then shutting the door behind him. He is so overlooked that people are not even gossiping about what the commander is doing in his room at night. It's a good thing -- for Squall. For Nida, it makes him wonder... "Why do you come here, anyway?"
Squall looks up, his eyes narrowing a little. Nida loves Squall's eyes, because they're a part of him that is secretly expressive. He likes to watch Squall's eyes and imagine that Squall might love him. That the almost tender expression there is all for him and not because Squall is tired or thinking of someone else. "Because I just do. Are you coming to bed or not?"
He has one boot off already, and the second while he's talking. Nida watches him and nods, finding the whole situation a little ridiculous. He was, after all, already in bed. Asleep, even. Before Squall turned up.
He runs his hand over Squall's side when they're laying in bed together. He expects something from Squall that starts it off. The sex, that is. It always happens, somehow. Squall comes to his room, they have sex, and then they sleep.
Tonight Squall is tired, as he'd noticed before. Tonight Squall curls up against him, one arm around him, tucks his head under his chin, and falls asleep almost immediately. Nida is left awake, his arms around Squall's warm body, smelling the generic shampoo scent of Squall's hair and looking at the clock with its face lit up on the bedside table, watching the hours tick by.
Something has changed, but Nida is not quite sure what, just now.
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