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FFVIII: Understanding
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Squall, Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Irvine gave and took and understood.
That one time.
That one time, in --
Squall shies away from the memory, because it was so painfully sweet, so painfully wonderful, so painfully close and open and vulnerable, that he doesn't dare contemplate it properly. He knows he's grateful for it. Knows the lines of Irvine's body under his hands as well as he knows the lines of his own, better than he knows Rinoa. A lot better than he knows Rinoa, her curves and lines still unfamiliar, always unfamiliar, no matter how long he studies her.
Familiarity requires the feeling warm and alive under your hands. The pulse beat. Quickening. The feeling of understanding.
That was what it had been. Hot. Close exploration. Fucking in a hotel room because there was nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, and they were both horny and needed someone. That was it.
Was it?
"That was it," Irvine said, as if he was answering Squall's thoughts but no, because his eyes were questioning. "Wasn't it?"
Wasn't it?
That wasn't it. How could it ever have been it? Just one time? He craved so much more. He craved to know what it felt like to be inside Irvine, he wanted to know what it felt like to take it slow, he wanted the warm press of Irvine against him.
Could it be like that with Rinoa?
Did he want it to be?
"Squall?"
"Sorry," he mumbled, and looked up at Irvine. "What was it?"
"That one night. Afternoon. Evening." Irvine waved a hand, added 'whatever', and then laughed at himself. Squall smiled the faintest faintest smile, but it was a smile for Irvine anyway. "And now you'll go off into the sunset with Rinoa."
Squall thought of his one kiss with Rinoa. The softness. The tenderness.
He thought of Irvine's kisses. Hot. Deep. Consuming. Giving and taking.
He didn't want that to be all.
"No. That... wasn't it. Rinoa..."
Irvine understood. He had before, and he did now. Squall kissed him, eager and wanting, and Irvine understood.
Pairing: Irvine/Squall, Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Irvine gave and took and understood.
That one time.
That one time, in --
Squall shies away from the memory, because it was so painfully sweet, so painfully wonderful, so painfully close and open and vulnerable, that he doesn't dare contemplate it properly. He knows he's grateful for it. Knows the lines of Irvine's body under his hands as well as he knows the lines of his own, better than he knows Rinoa. A lot better than he knows Rinoa, her curves and lines still unfamiliar, always unfamiliar, no matter how long he studies her.
Familiarity requires the feeling warm and alive under your hands. The pulse beat. Quickening. The feeling of understanding.
That was what it had been. Hot. Close exploration. Fucking in a hotel room because there was nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, and they were both horny and needed someone. That was it.
Was it?
"That was it," Irvine said, as if he was answering Squall's thoughts but no, because his eyes were questioning. "Wasn't it?"
Wasn't it?
That wasn't it. How could it ever have been it? Just one time? He craved so much more. He craved to know what it felt like to be inside Irvine, he wanted to know what it felt like to take it slow, he wanted the warm press of Irvine against him.
Could it be like that with Rinoa?
Did he want it to be?
"Squall?"
"Sorry," he mumbled, and looked up at Irvine. "What was it?"
"That one night. Afternoon. Evening." Irvine waved a hand, added 'whatever', and then laughed at himself. Squall smiled the faintest faintest smile, but it was a smile for Irvine anyway. "And now you'll go off into the sunset with Rinoa."
Squall thought of his one kiss with Rinoa. The softness. The tenderness.
He thought of Irvine's kisses. Hot. Deep. Consuming. Giving and taking.
He didn't want that to be all.
"No. That... wasn't it. Rinoa..."
Irvine understood. He had before, and he did now. Squall kissed him, eager and wanting, and Irvine understood.