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FFVIII: Curiosity
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall in uniform. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7snogs.
Squall is hot in uniform.
Hot as in, hot as hell. The kind of hot where your mouth drops open that tiny bit and you're staring. Or at least, that's what the sight of Squall in uniform does to me. Especially when he dredges up the memory of how to smile and he has this kind of tiny knowing smile.
Don't know what he knows, but it always makes me feel like he knows exactly what I want to do to him, in detail, and if he does, well, all to the good. It won't come as a surprise to him when I start doing it to him.
Anyway, that aside, when I saw him in uniform coming out of the SeeD ball, I had to wonder what our great and esteemed Commander was doing sneaking off like that. So I decided to appease my curiosity.
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it never hurt me.
"Leonhart!" I called after him, jogging a little to catch up, and he whipped around, bristling like a frightened hedgehog for a moment before realising that it was only me, and relaxing visibly.
"Commander, to you," he said, but there was that knowing smile again. He gestured towards the room he just came out of, raising an eyebrow at me. "Why aren't you in there?"
"I was about to ask you the same."
I was moving closer to him. I knew he could see, and I wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He didn't move, either, but stood his ground, looking up at me when I was finally right in front of him. I love those five inches I've still got on him in height.
He shrugged slightly. "It's not my thing."
"Oh, come on, Commander, surely you enjoy it -- all the girls fawning over you, asking you to dance..."
"You're more the type for that," he said with another shrug, turning to go.
"Not really." I smirked a little, putting my hand out to stop Squall and turning him round quickly, so that he looked into my eyes again, startled. "See, those kind of girls aren't my type."
"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and he must have sensed danger, but maybe he didn't mind, and maybe, like in battle, he went willingly towards it, loving it, the rush of adrenaline that came from danger.
All I know was that my heart was beating fit to burst.
I smirked a little more. "Yeah. Girls like you are more my type, Leonhart."
"Fuck you," he said, coolly, and I expected him to wrench away and walk off. But he didn't. So I figured he wouldn't mind if I leaned down and kissed him seven ways from sunday.
And he didn't.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall in uniform. For
7snogs.Squall is hot in uniform.
Hot as in, hot as hell. The kind of hot where your mouth drops open that tiny bit and you're staring. Or at least, that's what the sight of Squall in uniform does to me. Especially when he dredges up the memory of how to smile and he has this kind of tiny knowing smile.
Don't know what he knows, but it always makes me feel like he knows exactly what I want to do to him, in detail, and if he does, well, all to the good. It won't come as a surprise to him when I start doing it to him.
Anyway, that aside, when I saw him in uniform coming out of the SeeD ball, I had to wonder what our great and esteemed Commander was doing sneaking off like that. So I decided to appease my curiosity.
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it never hurt me.
"Leonhart!" I called after him, jogging a little to catch up, and he whipped around, bristling like a frightened hedgehog for a moment before realising that it was only me, and relaxing visibly.
"Commander, to you," he said, but there was that knowing smile again. He gestured towards the room he just came out of, raising an eyebrow at me. "Why aren't you in there?"
"I was about to ask you the same."
I was moving closer to him. I knew he could see, and I wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He didn't move, either, but stood his ground, looking up at me when I was finally right in front of him. I love those five inches I've still got on him in height.
He shrugged slightly. "It's not my thing."
"Oh, come on, Commander, surely you enjoy it -- all the girls fawning over you, asking you to dance..."
"You're more the type for that," he said with another shrug, turning to go.
"Not really." I smirked a little, putting my hand out to stop Squall and turning him round quickly, so that he looked into my eyes again, startled. "See, those kind of girls aren't my type."
"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and he must have sensed danger, but maybe he didn't mind, and maybe, like in battle, he went willingly towards it, loving it, the rush of adrenaline that came from danger.
All I know was that my heart was beating fit to burst.
I smirked a little more. "Yeah. Girls like you are more my type, Leonhart."
"Fuck you," he said, coolly, and I expected him to wrench away and walk off. But he didn't. So I figured he wouldn't mind if I leaned down and kissed him seven ways from sunday.
And he didn't.