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FFVIII: Concessions
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Waking up. A totally inadequate comfort drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
candywrapper.
"Mmmrrrf," Seifer mumbles through a mouthful of pillow, when Squall is already stirring beside him. He grunts when he gets a pointy elbow in his gut and rolls neatly on top of his lover, pinning him down and resting his head on his shoulder. "S'too early, Squally-boy."
"Seifer," Squall says, warningly, glaring up at the ceiling when Seifer places a hand over his mouth to shut him up. After a moment, he tries biting Seifer's palm to get him to budge. He doesn't move at all, draped over him so heavilly and thoroughly that he could almost have just gone back to sleep. Squall has trouble believing that even Seifer can drop off again that fast. "Wmff umff!"
"What was that, Leonhart?" Seifer asks, lazily, shifting on top of him and getting more comfortable. "You should be still asleep."
Squall glares at the ceiling some more, because it's there and because glaring at Seifer would be too much of a concession. He could roll Seifer off him, but he's afraid to find one of these days that desk work has softened him up too much for that.
Eventually, he gives up and closes his eyes again.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Waking up. A totally inadequate comfort drabble for
candywrapper."Mmmrrrf," Seifer mumbles through a mouthful of pillow, when Squall is already stirring beside him. He grunts when he gets a pointy elbow in his gut and rolls neatly on top of his lover, pinning him down and resting his head on his shoulder. "S'too early, Squally-boy."
"Seifer," Squall says, warningly, glaring up at the ceiling when Seifer places a hand over his mouth to shut him up. After a moment, he tries biting Seifer's palm to get him to budge. He doesn't move at all, draped over him so heavilly and thoroughly that he could almost have just gone back to sleep. Squall has trouble believing that even Seifer can drop off again that fast. "Wmff umff!"
"What was that, Leonhart?" Seifer asks, lazily, shifting on top of him and getting more comfortable. "You should be still asleep."
Squall glares at the ceiling some more, because it's there and because glaring at Seifer would be too much of a concession. He could roll Seifer off him, but he's afraid to find one of these days that desk work has softened him up too much for that.
Eventually, he gives up and closes his eyes again.