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FFVIII: On A Scale From One To Ten
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Main characters: Seifer, Zell
Referenced characters: Squall, Quistis, Selphie
Pairings: Seifer/Zell
Contains: References to bondage and sex, humour
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer's suggestions are not always taken very kindly by Zell. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feywood, because she got up on time this morning.
"No fucking way."
Seifer's eyebrow is very, very raised. "Zell, we do the fucking part quite frequently, at the very least. I'd even venture to say you enjoy it, if the pitch and frequency of your moans is any indication."
"I hate you."
"That's not what you said last night."
Zell crosses his arms over his chest and glares as best as he can. He's aware of the shortcomings of his glare. It's got nothing on Squall's, for example. Or even Quistis'. Hell, he's not sure it matches up to Rinoa's, and her glares barely get past 'petulant' on a scale from 'ineffectual' to 'death'. "No bondage. No fucking way."
"We already established that the fucking, at least, is likely to keep happening," Seifer says. He looks amused. Far too amused.
"I'm not -- you're not going to -- I won't let you tie me up!"
A beat. Silence. Then the eyebrow raises again. "Who says I was planning to have you tied up?"
"What do you -- oh."
Silence again.
It's broken by Zell sucking in a breath. He thinks he might be grinning -- he's good at that, at least, and he's probably a good halfway between 'Squall' and 'the sun' on the gigawatts scale, though lagging a bit behind Selphie on frequency. If he keeps grinning like this, his face is going to start hurting. "Oh," he says, very expressively. "That's different."
"Oh," Seifer says, mockingly, but also quite gladly. "Yes. It is."
Main characters: Seifer, Zell
Referenced characters: Squall, Quistis, Selphie
Pairings: Seifer/Zell
Contains: References to bondage and sex, humour
Rating: PG13
Summary: Seifer's suggestions are not always taken very kindly by Zell. For
feywood, because she got up on time this morning."No fucking way."
Seifer's eyebrow is very, very raised. "Zell, we do the fucking part quite frequently, at the very least. I'd even venture to say you enjoy it, if the pitch and frequency of your moans is any indication."
"I hate you."
"That's not what you said last night."
Zell crosses his arms over his chest and glares as best as he can. He's aware of the shortcomings of his glare. It's got nothing on Squall's, for example. Or even Quistis'. Hell, he's not sure it matches up to Rinoa's, and her glares barely get past 'petulant' on a scale from 'ineffectual' to 'death'. "No bondage. No fucking way."
"We already established that the fucking, at least, is likely to keep happening," Seifer says. He looks amused. Far too amused.
"I'm not -- you're not going to -- I won't let you tie me up!"
A beat. Silence. Then the eyebrow raises again. "Who says I was planning to have you tied up?"
"What do you -- oh."
Silence again.
It's broken by Zell sucking in a breath. He thinks he might be grinning -- he's good at that, at least, and he's probably a good halfway between 'Squall' and 'the sun' on the gigawatts scale, though lagging a bit behind Selphie on frequency. If he keeps grinning like this, his face is going to start hurting. "Oh," he says, very expressively. "That's different."
"Oh," Seifer says, mockingly, but also quite gladly. "Yes. It is."
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Does make a difference, doesn't it?
Love the scales, too! LOL!
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Heh, thanks.
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I like all the flirting/taunting in each line. Makes it really fun to watch them.
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Thanks.
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Thanks for commenting.
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