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FFVIII: Comfort and Challenge
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall's glad he has both sides of the equation. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Rinoa cuddles closer to him when he shifts, murmuring softly in her sleep. She looks beautiful like this, he thinks, awkwardly -- the kind of thought he will never voice. Carefully, he smoothes her hair back, leaning down to kiss her softly. She makes a soft sound and rolls away from him, tucking herself more comfortably into the bed, curled up in a ball like a kitten -- or a spoilt little princess demanding to stay in bed a while longer. Squall catches himself smiling.
Seifer is already gone -- or already up, anyway. The place where he was sleeping is still faintly warm, and Squall resists the temptation to stay in bed himself, and instead rolls out of bed and finds his pants, pulling them on and wishing that Seifer would let him fold his things up before dragging him into bed on an evening. The floor is a mess of their clothes.
Seifer doesn't say anything much when he walks into the kitchen, pulling a fresh shirt on. Squall bites back on a lecture about the mess of clothes on the floor and instead takes the offered coffee, leaning against the counter next to Seifer to drink it.
"You ready?" Seifer asks, after a moment.
Squall nods, putting down the cup and moving to take Lionheart out of its storage place, moving to the door and waiting for Seifer to follow.
It's oddly comforting to know he has both of them. The spoilt, princesslike sorceress and the toughened, jaded knight. His comfort, and his eternal challenge. It's nice to know that he has a warm bed to stay in and someone who gets up earlier than him and waits to drink coffee with him and then spar nearly every morning. It's nice to know that he's loved -- and twice the amount he ever expected to be -- and by two such different people.
He doesn't think he could be happy any other way.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall's glad he has both sides of the equation. For
ff_threesomes.Rinoa cuddles closer to him when he shifts, murmuring softly in her sleep. She looks beautiful like this, he thinks, awkwardly -- the kind of thought he will never voice. Carefully, he smoothes her hair back, leaning down to kiss her softly. She makes a soft sound and rolls away from him, tucking herself more comfortably into the bed, curled up in a ball like a kitten -- or a spoilt little princess demanding to stay in bed a while longer. Squall catches himself smiling.
Seifer is already gone -- or already up, anyway. The place where he was sleeping is still faintly warm, and Squall resists the temptation to stay in bed himself, and instead rolls out of bed and finds his pants, pulling them on and wishing that Seifer would let him fold his things up before dragging him into bed on an evening. The floor is a mess of their clothes.
Seifer doesn't say anything much when he walks into the kitchen, pulling a fresh shirt on. Squall bites back on a lecture about the mess of clothes on the floor and instead takes the offered coffee, leaning against the counter next to Seifer to drink it.
"You ready?" Seifer asks, after a moment.
Squall nods, putting down the cup and moving to take Lionheart out of its storage place, moving to the door and waiting for Seifer to follow.
It's oddly comforting to know he has both of them. The spoilt, princesslike sorceress and the toughened, jaded knight. His comfort, and his eternal challenge. It's nice to know that he has a warm bed to stay in and someone who gets up earlier than him and waits to drink coffee with him and then spar nearly every morning. It's nice to know that he's loved -- and twice the amount he ever expected to be -- and by two such different people.
He doesn't think he could be happy any other way.
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