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FFVIII: Of Domesticity
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Settling down to be perfectly imperfect. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7snogs.
Seifer'd always been a romantic, the last thing he'd ever expected or dreamt of was a kiss like that over the bottles of milk and with a kitchen counter in between them, hell, he hadn't figured out the shared house, the countless little domestic things that drove them mad and closer together all at once, the silly little arguments, either. He hadn't thought about being in love with Squall Leonhart either, but there he was, across the counter, the milk between them, and they were kissing softly, so softly, and then harder, deeper, and then Squall pulled back.
"I'll see you later," he said, softly, and Seifer nodded, amused and fascinated by the twinkle in Squall's eyes, the curve of his lips.
The things that seemed so perfect.
He hadn't factored in staying at home while his lover went to work, either. But somehow, it worked. Somehow it was perfectly imperfect and better than anything he could have dreamed up.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Settling down to be perfectly imperfect. For
7snogs.Seifer'd always been a romantic, the last thing he'd ever expected or dreamt of was a kiss like that over the bottles of milk and with a kitchen counter in between them, hell, he hadn't figured out the shared house, the countless little domestic things that drove them mad and closer together all at once, the silly little arguments, either. He hadn't thought about being in love with Squall Leonhart either, but there he was, across the counter, the milk between them, and they were kissing softly, so softly, and then harder, deeper, and then Squall pulled back.
"I'll see you later," he said, softly, and Seifer nodded, amused and fascinated by the twinkle in Squall's eyes, the curve of his lips.
The things that seemed so perfect.
He hadn't factored in staying at home while his lover went to work, either. But somehow, it worked. Somehow it was perfectly imperfect and better than anything he could have dreamed up.