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FFVIII: Notes In Class
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sexual references
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer and Squall's relationship, through notes passed in class. Cowritten with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
candywrapper (threefold_law).
Note on the formatting: This story is told solely in the notes passed by Seifer and Squall. Each new line is a new note, denoted by a dash, when there is no reply before the next note is passed, the missed turn is denoted with a (......), a break marks the end of the session and all other formatting should be obvious.
-Oi, Leonhart. Distract me from Trepe's droning on.
-Bring a book, next time.
-You're more interesting. Don't wet yourself, I'm not going to write on anything important.
-You'd better not. What do you want?
-Do I have to want something?
-You usually do.
-Distract me. Doodles of Dincht getting eaten by a rexaur are only interesting for so long.
-Try Grats attacking him?
-Dincht in general is only interesting for so long.
-Pay attention to class? Careful though, you might pass it.
-Low, Leonhart, low.
-Truth hurts.
-I'm not hurt.
-Whatever.
-I said distract me, not bore me to death.
-You asked for this.
-I rephrase: entertain me.
-I'm not entertaining. You know it.
-You're more entertaining than Trepe, when you want to be, sweetie.
-I told you. Not sleeping with you, darling.
-You're just full of surprises, Leonhart.
-If you say so.
-Anyway, you know you want to be in my bed. On your hands and knees, getting fucked so good and hard you can't even think...
-You wish.
-Never thought you were a blusher, Leonhart.
-Not blushing.
-Ah, so you're naturally that shade of tomato.
-I hate you.
-Yeah, yeah. You just want me to have my wicked way with you and you're embarrassed. Sorry, sweetie, I have a girl in Timber. I'll put you on my waiting list if you like.
-Fuck you.
-I'm kidding. There is a girl in Timber, but she's annoying and I wouldn't sleep with her if you paid me.
-So why go out with her?
-I was kidding about that too.
-Idiot.
-Insert appropriate too-dumb-for-words smiley face here.
-Too dumb to live.
-Funny how you blushed when I wrote about taking you to bed, though. Almost thought you wanted me to.
-In your dreams.
-I tend to be the one taking it up the ass in those.
-Too much information.
-You're blushing again, Leonhart.
-AM NOT.
-Whatever you say.
-Sorry about that last class. Are you going to talk to me again yet?
-You going to behave?
-I'll try.
-So that's a no.
-Well I won't talk about getting you in bed with me and if I do I won't comment on your blushing?
-Fine.
-That said, it was fun getting you to do tomato impressions.
-Seifer...
-Sorry.
-It's fine.
-I haven't been to the training center in a few days. How do you feel about meeting there tonight for a sparring match?
-Sure. Could use someone to practice against.
-Great. Time?
-After lights out.
-It's a date.
-Don't Whatever.
-See you later then, Leonhart. I have homework to finish for another class.
-See you.
-Shit, Squall, stop ignoring me. I wasn't expecting you to up and kiss me.
(......)
-Please.
(......)
-I'm sorry.
(......)
-We're talking after class, and I'm not letting you escape.
-Not bored this time?
-Busy thinking, but I can stop that to entertain you.
-Don't hurt yourself.
-Asshole.
-I learned from the best.
-I didn't know you had much conversation with the Garden faculty goons.
-You're worse when you want to be.
-Like when? Those guys eat babies.
-When you're roaming the halls for the DC.
-I'm not an asshole to people who really can't take it.
-I guess.
-Yeah, didn't expect you to believe me.
-I do.
-Right.
-Whatever.
(......)
-Want to practice tonight?
-Sure.
-When? Where?
-Feel like sneaking out of Garden?
-Okay.
-It really is a date.
-Okay.
-And before we practice, I am going to kiss you senseless.
-You'd be at an advantage, then.
-I know.
-Cheat.
-It's not cheating, it's just alternate tactics. And I have every faith in your ability to put up a good fight.
-I'll kick your ass.
-That's a little too optimistic.
-You'll see.
-One day, maybe.
-Jerk.
-Yep.
-Doubting kissing will happen, now.
-Ah, my heart breaks.
-Moron.
-Careful, or I might kiss you right now in front of everybody, and I just know Trepe would have a fit.
-You wouldn't dare.
-Oh no?
-No.
-You're not exactly discouraging me.
-Relying on what good sense you have.
-None, when faced with you.
-Are you insane?
-Probably. No one was looking.
-Lucky for you.
-Ah, you're saved by the bell, Leonhart. See you tonight.
-You might want to hide that hickey a little better, you know.
-Do it to me again and I'll punch you.
-You seemed to like it at the time.
-Fuck you. Just keep it below the collar.
-Yessir.
-Moron.
-Oh yeah -- I wanted to invite you to my room tonight, after curfew.
-What's your code?
-Your birthday.
-Stalker.
-It's the only way I can remember it.
-Could use your own.
-I meant your birthday. I can remember my own birthday.
-Feeling very special now.
-So you should be.
-Fine. I'll come see you.
-Looking forward to it.
-Pervert.
-Aren't you? Looking forward to it, I mean.
-Maybe.
-Gee, thanks, I'm really feeling the warm fuzzies.
-Promise not to tease so much this time?
-Promise. At least not until you've come twice.
-Then I'm looking forward to it.
-You'd better be.
-Think you can hold out long enough to make me come more than twice?
-How many times do you think you can come in one night?
-Try me.
-Estimate a number.
-Five.
-Well, I'll just have to try to make it six.
-Cocky.
-Yup.
-Fine.
-Good. I hope we'll be seeing more of that smile of yours.
-Maybe.
-See you tonight, babe.
-Cut it with the petnames.
-Sweetheart?
-No.
-Cupcake?
-No.
-Sorry, cupcake.
-No petnames, jackass.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: Sexual references
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer and Squall's relationship, through notes passed in class. Cowritten with
candywrapper (threefold_law).Note on the formatting: This story is told solely in the notes passed by Seifer and Squall. Each new line is a new note, denoted by a dash, when there is no reply before the next note is passed, the missed turn is denoted with a (......), a break marks the end of the session and all other formatting should be obvious.
-Oi, Leonhart. Distract me from Trepe's droning on.
-Bring a book, next time.
-You're more interesting. Don't wet yourself, I'm not going to write on anything important.
-You'd better not. What do you want?
-Do I have to want something?
-You usually do.
-Distract me. Doodles of Dincht getting eaten by a rexaur are only interesting for so long.
-Try Grats attacking him?
-Dincht in general is only interesting for so long.
-Pay attention to class? Careful though, you might pass it.
-Low, Leonhart, low.
-Truth hurts.
-I'm not hurt.
-Whatever.
-I said distract me, not bore me to death.
-You asked for this.
-I rephrase: entertain me.
-I'm not entertaining. You know it.
-You're more entertaining than Trepe, when you want to be, sweetie.
-I told you. Not sleeping with you, darling.
-You're just full of surprises, Leonhart.
-If you say so.
-Anyway, you know you want to be in my bed. On your hands and knees, getting fucked so good and hard you can't even think...
-You wish.
-Never thought you were a blusher, Leonhart.
-Not blushing.
-Ah, so you're naturally that shade of tomato.
-I hate you.
-Yeah, yeah. You just want me to have my wicked way with you and you're embarrassed. Sorry, sweetie, I have a girl in Timber. I'll put you on my waiting list if you like.
-Fuck you.
-I'm kidding. There is a girl in Timber, but she's annoying and I wouldn't sleep with her if you paid me.
-So why go out with her?
-I was kidding about that too.
-Idiot.
-Insert appropriate too-dumb-for-words smiley face here.
-Too dumb to live.
-Funny how you blushed when I wrote about taking you to bed, though. Almost thought you wanted me to.
-In your dreams.
-I tend to be the one taking it up the ass in those.
-Too much information.
-You're blushing again, Leonhart.
-AM NOT.
-Whatever you say.
-Sorry about that last class. Are you going to talk to me again yet?
-You going to behave?
-I'll try.
-So that's a no.
-Well I won't talk about getting you in bed with me and if I do I won't comment on your blushing?
-Fine.
-That said, it was fun getting you to do tomato impressions.
-Seifer...
-Sorry.
-It's fine.
-I haven't been to the training center in a few days. How do you feel about meeting there tonight for a sparring match?
-Sure. Could use someone to practice against.
-Great. Time?
-After lights out.
-It's a date.
-
-See you later then, Leonhart. I have homework to finish for another class.
-See you.
-Shit, Squall, stop ignoring me. I wasn't expecting you to up and kiss me.
(......)
-Please.
(......)
-I'm sorry.
(......)
-We're talking after class, and I'm not letting you escape.
-Not bored this time?
-Busy thinking, but I can stop that to entertain you.
-Don't hurt yourself.
-Asshole.
-I learned from the best.
-I didn't know you had much conversation with the Garden faculty goons.
-You're worse when you want to be.
-Like when? Those guys eat babies.
-When you're roaming the halls for the DC.
-I'm not an asshole to people who really can't take it.
-I guess.
-Yeah, didn't expect you to believe me.
-I do.
-Right.
-Whatever.
(......)
-Want to practice tonight?
-Sure.
-When? Where?
-Feel like sneaking out of Garden?
-Okay.
-It really is a date.
-Okay.
-And before we practice, I am going to kiss you senseless.
-You'd be at an advantage, then.
-I know.
-Cheat.
-It's not cheating, it's just alternate tactics. And I have every faith in your ability to put up a good fight.
-I'll kick your ass.
-That's a little too optimistic.
-You'll see.
-One day, maybe.
-Jerk.
-Yep.
-Doubting kissing will happen, now.
-Ah, my heart breaks.
-Moron.
-Careful, or I might kiss you right now in front of everybody, and I just know Trepe would have a fit.
-You wouldn't dare.
-Oh no?
-No.
-You're not exactly discouraging me.
-Relying on what good sense you have.
-None, when faced with you.
-Are you insane?
-Probably. No one was looking.
-Lucky for you.
-Ah, you're saved by the bell, Leonhart. See you tonight.
-You might want to hide that hickey a little better, you know.
-Do it to me again and I'll punch you.
-You seemed to like it at the time.
-Fuck you. Just keep it below the collar.
-Yessir.
-Moron.
-Oh yeah -- I wanted to invite you to my room tonight, after curfew.
-What's your code?
-Your birthday.
-Stalker.
-It's the only way I can remember it.
-Could use your own.
-I meant your birthday. I can remember my own birthday.
-Feeling very special now.
-So you should be.
-Fine. I'll come see you.
-Looking forward to it.
-Pervert.
-Aren't you? Looking forward to it, I mean.
-Maybe.
-Gee, thanks, I'm really feeling the warm fuzzies.
-Promise not to tease so much this time?
-Promise. At least not until you've come twice.
-Then I'm looking forward to it.
-You'd better be.
-Think you can hold out long enough to make me come more than twice?
-How many times do you think you can come in one night?
-Try me.
-Estimate a number.
-Five.
-Well, I'll just have to try to make it six.
-Cocky.
-Yup.
-Fine.
-Good. I hope we'll be seeing more of that smile of yours.
-Maybe.
-See you tonight, babe.
-Cut it with the petnames.
-Sweetheart?
-No.
-Cupcake?
-No.
-Sorry, cupcake.
-No petnames, jackass.
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