Title: You know what it's like.
Description: Seifer sees what he's been longing for across the room.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: 15
Word count: 504
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this.





You know what it’s like.

Your eyes meet across a crowded room and the world just melts away. All you can focus on is this incredible pair of (blue-grey) eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes. Maybe (chocolate coloured) bangs tumble down in front of them and just for a moment the eyes turn away so the bangs can be brushed back again and you feel like your heart’s been ripped out of your chest.

Then he’s done and he’s looking at you again.

While I hated the social aspect of my job 99.9999% of the time, that rare once in a blue moon that had Squall Leonhart showing his face in his full dress uniform made all the bad dates, awful wine and dire music worth it.

Squall was caught between Rinoa and some dignitary, they were making conversations and he was making the ‘I’m bored rigid’ face until he caught sight of me. Then he lit up. Alive, real, fucking gorgeous and with only eyes for me for this moment. I lifted my glass of champagne to him and nodded my hello. Then I flashed him my best ‘I’d really like to do stuff to you that would make your toes curl’ smile.

He lowered his eyes, his cheeks colouring just a little but then he looked back up at me… and his eyes darted toward a doorway. He mumbled something to Rinoa and she waved her hand, dismissing the pet knight and he turned, slinking off between people with incredible grace and efficiency. Lion on the prowl.

I deposited my now empty glass on a passing tray and followed him. Out into the hallway where the servers were already collecting fresh trays of canapés and vol-au-vents, not to mention more booze to keep the politicians happy. Almost all of the servers were pretty girls in short skirts and little blouses, that was to keep them happy too.

Squall turned the corner and immediately ducked into a quiet little room, away from the bustle of the corridor, of the ever present girlfriend… – I followed him inside. Without even thinking about the consequences.

The consequences were better than I’d hoped for.

Leonhart was on me like a predator, hand in my hair, lips on mine, body arched so that every last inch of him stretched against me impossibly and I had to bend over and grab his ass so he wouldn’t fall over backwards. Just like old times, sneaking into empty rooms to make out and grope and grab for something neither of us was supposed to have.

We had to come up for air – only because the world was starting to go dark at the edges and I wasn’t sure if fainting would look extra manly for the guy I was grinding against. I opened my mouth to speak, but he was touching me again. Distracting me so all that I could do was moan his name.

He tipped his head to whisper into my ear. “Fuck me, before she notices I’m gone.”
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