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FFVIII: Hierophant
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Seifer POV, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer gives in to his feelings. To read other parts of the story, please find the timeline here.
I'd wanted Squall forever by that point. It felt like forever and longer. Every day I spent with him, every day the casual friendship got a little bit stronger, I dreamed of him more, dreams that made me ache inside and out, dreams that made me feel so happy I felt I could fly, dreams that always evapourated, of course, when I woke. Stupid dreams. Desires and fantasies all coming to mind every single time I saw him.
So I was kinda glad when Rinoa dumped him. Not really glad, but... happy, because it gave me a chance. I'd never have got in between Squall and Rinny, after all, they'd taken enough shit from me, all in all. But with Rinny gone, Squall was fair game, right?
I guess the way I tried to get into his pants wasn't too sensitive. I pretty much took advantage of him.
Zell was there half the night, so it was me and Zell and Squall. We watched movies... had an argument. "This sucks," I said, and the chickenwuss disagreed. Squall sat there the whole time, pale and the closest to tearful I'd ever seen our ice princess. That knocked our argument on the head.
"Can I leave him with you?" Zell asked, laughing, as he headed out of the door. I leaned against the doorframe and smirked at him.
"Of course. What do you think I'm gonna do, rape him?"
"Maybe. Can't get a piece of this ass," and he wiggled it, and he's right, it is a damn nice ass and I wouldn't have minded having Zell once or twice even then, "so you'll take advantage of Squall. Right?"
I winked at him. "Darn, saw through my plans, chickie."
Unfortunately, he had. That wasn't going to stop me, though.
We didn't even talk. It just happened, and I knew I'd get addicted. Natural and wonderful and the only way it could've been better would've been if it hadn't been just because he was upset about Rinoa. His kiss was amazing.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Seifer POV, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer gives in to his feelings. To read other parts of the story, please find the timeline here.
I'd wanted Squall forever by that point. It felt like forever and longer. Every day I spent with him, every day the casual friendship got a little bit stronger, I dreamed of him more, dreams that made me ache inside and out, dreams that made me feel so happy I felt I could fly, dreams that always evapourated, of course, when I woke. Stupid dreams. Desires and fantasies all coming to mind every single time I saw him.
So I was kinda glad when Rinoa dumped him. Not really glad, but... happy, because it gave me a chance. I'd never have got in between Squall and Rinny, after all, they'd taken enough shit from me, all in all. But with Rinny gone, Squall was fair game, right?
I guess the way I tried to get into his pants wasn't too sensitive. I pretty much took advantage of him.
Zell was there half the night, so it was me and Zell and Squall. We watched movies... had an argument. "This sucks," I said, and the chickenwuss disagreed. Squall sat there the whole time, pale and the closest to tearful I'd ever seen our ice princess. That knocked our argument on the head.
"Can I leave him with you?" Zell asked, laughing, as he headed out of the door. I leaned against the doorframe and smirked at him.
"Of course. What do you think I'm gonna do, rape him?"
"Maybe. Can't get a piece of this ass," and he wiggled it, and he's right, it is a damn nice ass and I wouldn't have minded having Zell once or twice even then, "so you'll take advantage of Squall. Right?"
I winked at him. "Darn, saw through my plans, chickie."
Unfortunately, he had. That wasn't going to stop me, though.
We didn't even talk. It just happened, and I knew I'd get addicted. Natural and wonderful and the only way it could've been better would've been if it hadn't been just because he was upset about Rinoa. His kiss was amazing.