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FFVIII: Anything
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer tried to draw Squall out. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lassarina.
"C'mon, Squall, say something to me."
Squall huffed softly, blowing his bangs up from his face and letting them all flutter down again. He didn't answer, though, just concentrated on his work, hoping that it would make Seifer go away. Of course, that tactic had never worked before with Seifer, but all tactics are worth trying again when the worst comes to the worst.
This was definitely the worst, and perhaps a little worse than that.
"Say anything."
Squall looked up and glared at Seifer. "Anything. Now go away."
Seifer smirked at getting a reaction and moved to sit on Squall's desk, shoving his various piles and papers out of the way. Squall leaned back in his chair and looked up at Seifer, narrowing his eyes slightly in his I'm-pissed-and-you'd-better-take-note expression. It had never worked on Seifer -- nor on anyone who knew that what Squall really wanted was to just stay quiet, and that he would mostly sit quiet and let you bother him. At least, at this stage of the conversation, anyway.
"You mad because we slept together?"
"I'm mad because you're a prick."
"I mean, you were a bit drunk."
"Not that drunk."
"You -- wait, what?"
Squall sighed exaggeratedly, leaning back in his chair and glaring at Seifer a little more -- narrowed eyes and all. Seifer wasn't a bit phased, and simply waited for Squall to come out with whatever he was thinking. Finally, Squall sighed again and gave up. "I wasn't that drunk. I don't regret sleeping with you. Now will you fuck off?"
"Oh, no." Seifer smirked, leaning down closer to Squall. "Not when I know I can freely molest you."
Squall's protests from then on were mostly smothered by kisses.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer tried to draw Squall out. For
lassarina."C'mon, Squall, say something to me."
Squall huffed softly, blowing his bangs up from his face and letting them all flutter down again. He didn't answer, though, just concentrated on his work, hoping that it would make Seifer go away. Of course, that tactic had never worked before with Seifer, but all tactics are worth trying again when the worst comes to the worst.
This was definitely the worst, and perhaps a little worse than that.
"Say anything."
Squall looked up and glared at Seifer. "Anything. Now go away."
Seifer smirked at getting a reaction and moved to sit on Squall's desk, shoving his various piles and papers out of the way. Squall leaned back in his chair and looked up at Seifer, narrowing his eyes slightly in his I'm-pissed-and-you'd-better-take-note expression. It had never worked on Seifer -- nor on anyone who knew that what Squall really wanted was to just stay quiet, and that he would mostly sit quiet and let you bother him. At least, at this stage of the conversation, anyway.
"You mad because we slept together?"
"I'm mad because you're a prick."
"I mean, you were a bit drunk."
"Not that drunk."
"You -- wait, what?"
Squall sighed exaggeratedly, leaning back in his chair and glaring at Seifer a little more -- narrowed eyes and all. Seifer wasn't a bit phased, and simply waited for Squall to come out with whatever he was thinking. Finally, Squall sighed again and gave up. "I wasn't that drunk. I don't regret sleeping with you. Now will you fuck off?"
"Oh, no." Seifer smirked, leaning down closer to Squall. "Not when I know I can freely molest you."
Squall's protests from then on were mostly smothered by kisses.