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FFVIII: Acceptable Terms
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: SquallxOC (Jordan)
Warnings: Squall POV, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: He's glad to be with Jordan again.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he says, opening the door and bowing. I push his shoulder lightly as I walk in, looking around quickly, noting that nothing has changed -- except that I'm perhaps half an inch taller, and the place feels even more like home.
"Don't be an idiot," I say, half-distracted, rolling my eyes.
"Spoilsport."
"Whatever."
I'm laughing. It still catches me by surprise -- that I can laugh. I don't remember ever doing that except around him, around Jordan. He has a smile I can't resist, that disproves all the cynical thoughts I had about -- but I prefer not to say what about. That might jinx this.
"So how was your week," he starts, wrapping his arms around me and leaning his chin on my shoulder, "and did you know that I missed you?"
"Shitty, and I missed you more," I say, honestly.
"Impossible." He frowns slightly, nuzzling against me, picking up on the 'shitty' part. "What happened?"
"The usual." I shrug slightly, knowing that he should know the drill. Probably does. I think he likes to draw me out, make me talk. "Had a lot of work, kept being challenged to fight and," I hesitate, but only for a second, "I missed you."
"You poor thing," he says, teasing just a little, dragging me over to the couch. He sprawls out on it, leaving me little room, and before I sit on the floor or something, drags me down into his lap. "That same guy again?"
"It's always Almasy."
"That guy really needs to get laid or something."
I snuggle close to him as he wraps his arms tightly round me. He kisses the top of my head after a moment, squeezing me tightly, and I huff softly, rolling my eyes as I burrow a little closer. "He just likes to think he's the strongest."
"Same thing," he says, with a shrug, then nuzzles against my cheek a little. "So... did you bring a dress, or did you want to stay in?"
"I have a dress, but I'm kind of tired..." I say, carefully, knowing that he'd love to go out -- knowing that I'd love to go out, love to change my appearance and go out there with him. But I want to stay here, and be me, for a while.
He kisses my cheek, not questioning, not needing to. "How about a nap first? And then a nice bath, followed by a homecooked dinner and seeing where that takes us?"
I kiss him softly, distracting him with that for a moment, teasing with a light kiss before deepening it, nipping his lip quickly before pulling back as he reaches up to touch my cheek. "Sounds good."
"I can wash your hair for you, if you want," he offers, smiling back with that smile, tugging gently at my hair.
"You're spoiling me."
"Because I love you."
There's no hesitation when I say it back. I don't like thinking it, just in case... But I don't mind saying it back, when it comes out so simply, so easily. "I love you too. And when I'm a SeeD, I'll spoil you to make up for all this."
"Going to make me a kept man?" he asks, laughing, kissing me teasingly. I deepen the kiss for a moment, tangling a hand in his hair and moving closer, drawing out the kiss as long as I can before drawing back for a quick breath.
"If you've no objections."
"Hmm, no, I don't think so," he says, laughing a little more and nuzzling against me, "as long as I still get to take you out. Once in a while, at least."
"I think those terms would be acceptable."
He makes a soft sound as I snuggle closer, resting my head against his shoulder. I can sense his smile as he runs his fingers slowly through my hair, carefully getting rid of the snags and tangles here and there. For a moment, he says nothing, then he pulls me a little closer. "Naptime now?"
I mumble a response, moving to press my face into his neck, nuzzling against the warmth of his skin. God, I...
"Sure, I'll wake you up in time," he says, more softly, and holds me tightly. I close my eyes and savour the warmth, the fact that I know I can relax here. No Almasy, no assignments, no instructor Trepe...
Pairing: SquallxOC (Jordan)
Warnings: Squall POV, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: He's glad to be with Jordan again.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he says, opening the door and bowing. I push his shoulder lightly as I walk in, looking around quickly, noting that nothing has changed -- except that I'm perhaps half an inch taller, and the place feels even more like home.
"Don't be an idiot," I say, half-distracted, rolling my eyes.
"Spoilsport."
"Whatever."
I'm laughing. It still catches me by surprise -- that I can laugh. I don't remember ever doing that except around him, around Jordan. He has a smile I can't resist, that disproves all the cynical thoughts I had about -- but I prefer not to say what about. That might jinx this.
"So how was your week," he starts, wrapping his arms around me and leaning his chin on my shoulder, "and did you know that I missed you?"
"Shitty, and I missed you more," I say, honestly.
"Impossible." He frowns slightly, nuzzling against me, picking up on the 'shitty' part. "What happened?"
"The usual." I shrug slightly, knowing that he should know the drill. Probably does. I think he likes to draw me out, make me talk. "Had a lot of work, kept being challenged to fight and," I hesitate, but only for a second, "I missed you."
"You poor thing," he says, teasing just a little, dragging me over to the couch. He sprawls out on it, leaving me little room, and before I sit on the floor or something, drags me down into his lap. "That same guy again?"
"It's always Almasy."
"That guy really needs to get laid or something."
I snuggle close to him as he wraps his arms tightly round me. He kisses the top of my head after a moment, squeezing me tightly, and I huff softly, rolling my eyes as I burrow a little closer. "He just likes to think he's the strongest."
"Same thing," he says, with a shrug, then nuzzles against my cheek a little. "So... did you bring a dress, or did you want to stay in?"
"I have a dress, but I'm kind of tired..." I say, carefully, knowing that he'd love to go out -- knowing that I'd love to go out, love to change my appearance and go out there with him. But I want to stay here, and be me, for a while.
He kisses my cheek, not questioning, not needing to. "How about a nap first? And then a nice bath, followed by a homecooked dinner and seeing where that takes us?"
I kiss him softly, distracting him with that for a moment, teasing with a light kiss before deepening it, nipping his lip quickly before pulling back as he reaches up to touch my cheek. "Sounds good."
"I can wash your hair for you, if you want," he offers, smiling back with that smile, tugging gently at my hair.
"You're spoiling me."
"Because I love you."
There's no hesitation when I say it back. I don't like thinking it, just in case... But I don't mind saying it back, when it comes out so simply, so easily. "I love you too. And when I'm a SeeD, I'll spoil you to make up for all this."
"Going to make me a kept man?" he asks, laughing, kissing me teasingly. I deepen the kiss for a moment, tangling a hand in his hair and moving closer, drawing out the kiss as long as I can before drawing back for a quick breath.
"If you've no objections."
"Hmm, no, I don't think so," he says, laughing a little more and nuzzling against me, "as long as I still get to take you out. Once in a while, at least."
"I think those terms would be acceptable."
He makes a soft sound as I snuggle closer, resting my head against his shoulder. I can sense his smile as he runs his fingers slowly through my hair, carefully getting rid of the snags and tangles here and there. For a moment, he says nothing, then he pulls me a little closer. "Naptime now?"
I mumble a response, moving to press my face into his neck, nuzzling against the warmth of his skin. God, I...
"Sure, I'll wake you up in time," he says, more softly, and holds me tightly. I close my eyes and savour the warmth, the fact that I know I can relax here. No Almasy, no assignments, no instructor Trepe...