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darksquall) wrote2009-12-19 12:12 am
darksquall) wrote2009-12-19 12:12 am
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FF8 Drabble - 24/M/Del universe
Title: Getting sorted.
Description: More from the 24/M/Del Universe - Sorting Squall's shoulder.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 586
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.
“It’s slightly more complex than we first thought,” the doctor had said. I was just about coming down off the last lot of painkillers so I wasn’t paying as much attention as I probably should have, getting most of the info through a pleasant haze. He went on to describe some things that made Seifer pale, breaking my shoulder blade, reattaching ligaments. It was the breaking that was going to lengthen the healing process, I’d not healed properly after the last time I’d broken it.
Which was only six months before, but that was another life now. They weren’t sure if the shoulder blade was exacerbating my already plentiful problem, but it certainly wasn’t helping. The doctor gave us a few minutes alone while he made, or more likely fetched coffee.
“You’re getting it done,” Seifer assured me and himself. His arm was settled around my waist as usual, and he was sitting on my good side so I could lean against him. “We’ll pay your dad back eventually.”
“Can’t sleep with you for a while then. Better enjoy our last few days of pre surgery sex.”
“Worth it. I don’t want to screw your shoulder up again.”
“The screwing it up was worth it,” I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. I was tired and really I just wanted to get it over with and head home. Minor side effect of the new and much more fun than the last lot of pain pills. “We should get carried away like that more often.”
“I still say that bed moved,” Seifer kissed my hair. I was glad he’d come with me, even If he had spent most of the appointment as white as a ghost. He was blaming himself for the latest dislocation, number 20 actually – which had only happened very recently in the bedroom. I’d loved the way it happened. So much I hadn’t noticed until we were through but it doesn’t hurt any more until they put it back. “It was there when we were sitting up.”
“But not when we went back down. Stop feeling guilty, if Zell can knock it out by just smacking me on the back, sex was going to do it eventually.”
“But…”
I nudged him, which made him stop. “But when I’m all healed up, I want another birthday like that.”
Seifer chuckled and nodded. “Even if it’s not august.”
Description: More from the 24/M/Del Universe - Sorting Squall's shoulder.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 586
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.
“It’s slightly more complex than we first thought,” the doctor had said. I was just about coming down off the last lot of painkillers so I wasn’t paying as much attention as I probably should have, getting most of the info through a pleasant haze. He went on to describe some things that made Seifer pale, breaking my shoulder blade, reattaching ligaments. It was the breaking that was going to lengthen the healing process, I’d not healed properly after the last time I’d broken it.
Which was only six months before, but that was another life now. They weren’t sure if the shoulder blade was exacerbating my already plentiful problem, but it certainly wasn’t helping. The doctor gave us a few minutes alone while he made, or more likely fetched coffee.
“You’re getting it done,” Seifer assured me and himself. His arm was settled around my waist as usual, and he was sitting on my good side so I could lean against him. “We’ll pay your dad back eventually.”
“Can’t sleep with you for a while then. Better enjoy our last few days of pre surgery sex.”
“Worth it. I don’t want to screw your shoulder up again.”
“The screwing it up was worth it,” I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. I was tired and really I just wanted to get it over with and head home. Minor side effect of the new and much more fun than the last lot of pain pills. “We should get carried away like that more often.”
“I still say that bed moved,” Seifer kissed my hair. I was glad he’d come with me, even If he had spent most of the appointment as white as a ghost. He was blaming himself for the latest dislocation, number 20 actually – which had only happened very recently in the bedroom. I’d loved the way it happened. So much I hadn’t noticed until we were through but it doesn’t hurt any more until they put it back. “It was there when we were sitting up.”
“But not when we went back down. Stop feeling guilty, if Zell can knock it out by just smacking me on the back, sex was going to do it eventually.”
“But…”
I nudged him, which made him stop. “But when I’m all healed up, I want another birthday like that.”
Seifer chuckled and nodded. “Even if it’s not august.”