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Title: Good news, bad news.
Description: Squall updates Seifer on the gossip, and Seifer takes it the wrong way.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 505
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.
Laughing, Seifer sank back on the soft leather couch. “Hyne, you have to be kidding me.”
“Not at all. He still has the cast on, you can go see him if you want to,” Squall paused in preparing dinner long enough to pour Seifer a fresh drink, swapping out his glass to replace it with the fresh whiskey and coke. “If you do, be prepared for baby pictures.”
Struggling to regain control of his snickering, Seifer reached for the glass. “What does she look like? Her mom or, Hyne forbid, her dad?”
“They don’t come out of the womb with tattoos.”
Seifer chuckled. “If I’d known she’d be this early, I’d have bribed the doc to draw her a tattoo earlier.”
“Bastard,” Squall said fondly, returning to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulling out the salad he’d prepared earlier and choosing a bottle of coke for himself. “The only down side to it is that I keep getting the ‘when are you going to find someone nice and settle down’ question from all of them. It’s getting old fast.”
Behind him on the couch, Seifer suddenly fell silent. He snatched up the glass he’d been left, rolling it carefully between his hands and watching the tumble of the golden brown liquid as though entranced. “Maybe it really is time you found someone nice.”
Almost dropping the knife he’d just picked up, Squall slowly turned to face Seifer, surprised. “Seifer?” he asked tentatively.
“Well you haven’t told anyone and every time I mention going further you just brush me off. Maybe you do need someone nice for a change. Someone you won’t be ashamed of,” Seifer finished his drink quickly, standing up.
“its work that keeps me from admitting it, you know that. I’m not ashamed of you.”
Strolling into the kitchen, Seifer rinsed the glass and set it on the side to drain, turning to level his cool jade green stare at Squall. “What about your friends? The gang wouldn’t care would they? Apart from me not being nice.”
Lifting his hand to touch Seifer’s cheek, Squall frowned. “You’re nice to me. Who cares if you’re nice to everyone else? Who cares what other people think?”
Seifer traced his finger over Squall’s faded scar slowly. The silvered skin was a place he liked to pay particular attention to, especially when he’d drunk enough to reminisce about what might have been and should have been. “Obviously you do. Sorry about dinner baby, I’m gonna have to go.”
Tipping Squall’s chin up, Seifer slid his lips over his secret lover’s lips for a moment before releasing him and turning to leave.
“Seifer, don’t go,” Squall heard himself speak without consciously trying but Seifer didn’t stop. He didn’t want that sad little kiss to be their goodbye.
“I need to. I’m no good to you in this mood. See you in a few days.”
The door slammed shut behind Seifer, leaving Squall staring at the spot his best friend and lover had occupied only moments before dimly.
Description: Squall updates Seifer on the gossip, and Seifer takes it the wrong way.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 505
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.
Laughing, Seifer sank back on the soft leather couch. “Hyne, you have to be kidding me.”
“Not at all. He still has the cast on, you can go see him if you want to,” Squall paused in preparing dinner long enough to pour Seifer a fresh drink, swapping out his glass to replace it with the fresh whiskey and coke. “If you do, be prepared for baby pictures.”
Struggling to regain control of his snickering, Seifer reached for the glass. “What does she look like? Her mom or, Hyne forbid, her dad?”
“They don’t come out of the womb with tattoos.”
Seifer chuckled. “If I’d known she’d be this early, I’d have bribed the doc to draw her a tattoo earlier.”
“Bastard,” Squall said fondly, returning to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulling out the salad he’d prepared earlier and choosing a bottle of coke for himself. “The only down side to it is that I keep getting the ‘when are you going to find someone nice and settle down’ question from all of them. It’s getting old fast.”
Behind him on the couch, Seifer suddenly fell silent. He snatched up the glass he’d been left, rolling it carefully between his hands and watching the tumble of the golden brown liquid as though entranced. “Maybe it really is time you found someone nice.”
Almost dropping the knife he’d just picked up, Squall slowly turned to face Seifer, surprised. “Seifer?” he asked tentatively.
“Well you haven’t told anyone and every time I mention going further you just brush me off. Maybe you do need someone nice for a change. Someone you won’t be ashamed of,” Seifer finished his drink quickly, standing up.
“its work that keeps me from admitting it, you know that. I’m not ashamed of you.”
Strolling into the kitchen, Seifer rinsed the glass and set it on the side to drain, turning to level his cool jade green stare at Squall. “What about your friends? The gang wouldn’t care would they? Apart from me not being nice.”
Lifting his hand to touch Seifer’s cheek, Squall frowned. “You’re nice to me. Who cares if you’re nice to everyone else? Who cares what other people think?”
Seifer traced his finger over Squall’s faded scar slowly. The silvered skin was a place he liked to pay particular attention to, especially when he’d drunk enough to reminisce about what might have been and should have been. “Obviously you do. Sorry about dinner baby, I’m gonna have to go.”
Tipping Squall’s chin up, Seifer slid his lips over his secret lover’s lips for a moment before releasing him and turning to leave.
“Seifer, don’t go,” Squall heard himself speak without consciously trying but Seifer didn’t stop. He didn’t want that sad little kiss to be their goodbye.
“I need to. I’m no good to you in this mood. See you in a few days.”
The door slammed shut behind Seifer, leaving Squall staring at the spot his best friend and lover had occupied only moments before dimly.