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FFVIII: Seducer
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: Squall POV
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine is always ready. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_chances.
Irvine's always ready for romance. Or maybe not romance. More like seducing someone. Even though he says he has me and that's all he needs, I'm sure he's tripped off those lines before -- to Selphie, to Zell, to Quistis, to anyone and everyone he's ever had. I don't even know and I'd rather not know. I just accept.
The first time he kissed me, I'd caught myself watching him. His mouth, his lazy smile, his eyes, the movements of his hands and the quick surety with people that I never will have. The fall of his hair over his shoulder, a cascade of auburn shine. Fascinating. I'd kept my hair relatively short, so it didn't get in my way, and I didn't understand how he could deal with his. But he did, with the grace he dealt with everything.
When he kissed me, it wasn't like we were in a private place or even alone. We were on a mission. Checking out a vantage point for him to shoot from. It was busy during the day, silent, dark and empty at night. And we were there during the day.
He caught me looking. Caught me following his professional eye, impressed by his skill, or maybe just simply impressed with him in general.
And he'd grabbed me and held me close and kissed me. And as if he'd been expecting it, as if he'd been planning it or just waiting for his chance to come along, his mouth tasted of breath mints.
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Warnings: Squall POV
Rating: PG
Summary: Irvine is always ready. For
100_chances.Irvine's always ready for romance. Or maybe not romance. More like seducing someone. Even though he says he has me and that's all he needs, I'm sure he's tripped off those lines before -- to Selphie, to Zell, to Quistis, to anyone and everyone he's ever had. I don't even know and I'd rather not know. I just accept.
The first time he kissed me, I'd caught myself watching him. His mouth, his lazy smile, his eyes, the movements of his hands and the quick surety with people that I never will have. The fall of his hair over his shoulder, a cascade of auburn shine. Fascinating. I'd kept my hair relatively short, so it didn't get in my way, and I didn't understand how he could deal with his. But he did, with the grace he dealt with everything.
When he kissed me, it wasn't like we were in a private place or even alone. We were on a mission. Checking out a vantage point for him to shoot from. It was busy during the day, silent, dark and empty at night. And we were there during the day.
He caught me looking. Caught me following his professional eye, impressed by his skill, or maybe just simply impressed with him in general.
And he'd grabbed me and held me close and kissed me. And as if he'd been expecting it, as if he'd been planning it or just waiting for his chance to come along, his mouth tasted of breath mints.