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FFVIII: Tangle
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Slipping from lust to love. Timeline here.
At first, it was mostly about the sex. It wasn't all about the sex, because there were times when they could share glances and understand everything going on in the others' minds, but it was mostly just sex and companionship.
It slipped from that to love slowly.
Zell could almost feel the slipping. He felt it when he woke trapped between Seifer's body and Squall's, his arms around Squall's waist, Seifer's arm draped over his waist. They were tangled together and he felt entirely at ease. He felt it when Squall turned, burying his face against his chest and letting just a hint of fear slither through from his dreams.
But mostly he just let it happen, without noticing it, like the other two.
It occured to Seifer, when he woke once to both of them there, bodies so tangled that he wasn't sure whose limbs were whose. He looked at them, close and so comfortable, and at Squall's open, sleeping face, and smiled. There'd been a time, back when they were on training missions every month or so, and he'd always been paired with Squall, and Squall had always slept with his face hidden, in his pillow or in his sleeping bag. And now he was smiling in his sleep -- the faintest smile ever, but still, a smile, and more amazing because it was Squall smiling.
And Zell... was just Zell, awake and asleep. Except sometime during the sex, his hair had gotten so deflated that he didn't look so much like a chicken or a chocobo anymore.
They'd gotten so close now, the three of them. So intimate.
So happy.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall/Zell
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Slipping from lust to love. Timeline here.
At first, it was mostly about the sex. It wasn't all about the sex, because there were times when they could share glances and understand everything going on in the others' minds, but it was mostly just sex and companionship.
It slipped from that to love slowly.
Zell could almost feel the slipping. He felt it when he woke trapped between Seifer's body and Squall's, his arms around Squall's waist, Seifer's arm draped over his waist. They were tangled together and he felt entirely at ease. He felt it when Squall turned, burying his face against his chest and letting just a hint of fear slither through from his dreams.
But mostly he just let it happen, without noticing it, like the other two.
It occured to Seifer, when he woke once to both of them there, bodies so tangled that he wasn't sure whose limbs were whose. He looked at them, close and so comfortable, and at Squall's open, sleeping face, and smiled. There'd been a time, back when they were on training missions every month or so, and he'd always been paired with Squall, and Squall had always slept with his face hidden, in his pillow or in his sleeping bag. And now he was smiling in his sleep -- the faintest smile ever, but still, a smile, and more amazing because it was Squall smiling.
And Zell... was just Zell, awake and asleep. Except sometime during the sex, his hair had gotten so deflated that he didn't look so much like a chicken or a chocobo anymore.
They'd gotten so close now, the three of them. So intimate.
So happy.