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Title: In the usual cafe.
Description: Squall makes a deal.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 584
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.
Seifer was sitting at the window in his favourite café, basking almost cat like in the late afternoon light. With a contented sigh, he reached for his mocha latte, letting his fingers curl around the handle.
He opened his eyes as he took a sip.
Squall chose that precise moment to enter the small store, looking glorious in his civilian clothes – a long sleeved white tee-shirt and black slacks, simple yet making him look like a million gil. He hadn’t seen Squall in days, not since his melancholic little tantrum at Squall’s apartment. Pushing any guilty little thoughts aside, Seifer fixed a smirk on Squall.
With a face like thunder, Squall stalked towards him, stopping just short of the table. He had his work laptop bag sling over one shoulder and, after a moment of glowering at Seifer, he reached in to pull out a large brown envelope. “Don’t you ever walk out on me like that again,” he growled, setting his bag against the side of the chair opposite Seifer and slumping into it.
“Am I supposed to take orders from you now, commander? What’s in the envelope?”
“Your damn answer,” Squall spat, turning his head to look for the waitress. He indicated to her that he wanted his usual with just a brief gesture and a smile – maybe they were spending a little too much time at the café.
Seifer didn’t want to open it now. He liked Squall and being with Squall too much to give up completely but the bland looking thick brown envelope didn’t exactly fill him with hope. “So, am I supposed to open it or let you walk out of my life before I see inside it?”
Leaning over the table, Squall narrowed his eyes on Seifer and hissed. “Open the fucking envelope.”
“Hyne, you really are pissed at me,” he rolled his eyes, setting his cup down to open the brown paper package carefully. Now he was deliberately drawing it out just to piss Squall off, an effort sadly defused as Squall’s coffee arrived with its shot of Trabian cream. Drawing the bundle of papers out, Seifer found himself staring at a detail sheet of a home for sale by white rose estate agents – Balamb office. In fact, the next page was another house, followed by another and another. “Baby?”
“Six months ago you asked if I’d ever want to move in with you. That was your big commitment thing, remember?” Squall sipped his coffee with a satisfied purr. “I can break my lease whenever I want, just have to pay another month, so I can go whenever we find somewhere.”
“Okay,” Seifer tried not to let his hopes get too high just yet, flicking through the papers but not really looking at them. “Okay, but what about your friends.”
“We can tell them. We. Not doing it alone,” he reached over to steal Seifer’s last biscotti, gesturing at Seifer with it as he spoke. “Besides, I’d never deprive you of telling Zell that I’m gay for you.”
“Fine,” Seifer grinned, sliding the sheets back into the envelope. “What about the public thing?”
“The living with a guy part will make it obvious eventually. Of course,” Squall took a very deliberate, very hard bite of the biscuit in his fingertips. “If you really want to be obvious, I have my handcuffs in my bag and I’m sure I can get a leash from the pet store down the street before it closes.”
“Is it Thursday already?”
Description: Squall makes a deal.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 584
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.
Seifer was sitting at the window in his favourite café, basking almost cat like in the late afternoon light. With a contented sigh, he reached for his mocha latte, letting his fingers curl around the handle.
He opened his eyes as he took a sip.
Squall chose that precise moment to enter the small store, looking glorious in his civilian clothes – a long sleeved white tee-shirt and black slacks, simple yet making him look like a million gil. He hadn’t seen Squall in days, not since his melancholic little tantrum at Squall’s apartment. Pushing any guilty little thoughts aside, Seifer fixed a smirk on Squall.
With a face like thunder, Squall stalked towards him, stopping just short of the table. He had his work laptop bag sling over one shoulder and, after a moment of glowering at Seifer, he reached in to pull out a large brown envelope. “Don’t you ever walk out on me like that again,” he growled, setting his bag against the side of the chair opposite Seifer and slumping into it.
“Am I supposed to take orders from you now, commander? What’s in the envelope?”
“Your damn answer,” Squall spat, turning his head to look for the waitress. He indicated to her that he wanted his usual with just a brief gesture and a smile – maybe they were spending a little too much time at the café.
Seifer didn’t want to open it now. He liked Squall and being with Squall too much to give up completely but the bland looking thick brown envelope didn’t exactly fill him with hope. “So, am I supposed to open it or let you walk out of my life before I see inside it?”
Leaning over the table, Squall narrowed his eyes on Seifer and hissed. “Open the fucking envelope.”
“Hyne, you really are pissed at me,” he rolled his eyes, setting his cup down to open the brown paper package carefully. Now he was deliberately drawing it out just to piss Squall off, an effort sadly defused as Squall’s coffee arrived with its shot of Trabian cream. Drawing the bundle of papers out, Seifer found himself staring at a detail sheet of a home for sale by white rose estate agents – Balamb office. In fact, the next page was another house, followed by another and another. “Baby?”
“Six months ago you asked if I’d ever want to move in with you. That was your big commitment thing, remember?” Squall sipped his coffee with a satisfied purr. “I can break my lease whenever I want, just have to pay another month, so I can go whenever we find somewhere.”
“Okay,” Seifer tried not to let his hopes get too high just yet, flicking through the papers but not really looking at them. “Okay, but what about your friends.”
“We can tell them. We. Not doing it alone,” he reached over to steal Seifer’s last biscotti, gesturing at Seifer with it as he spoke. “Besides, I’d never deprive you of telling Zell that I’m gay for you.”
“Fine,” Seifer grinned, sliding the sheets back into the envelope. “What about the public thing?”
“The living with a guy part will make it obvious eventually. Of course,” Squall took a very deliberate, very hard bite of the biscuit in his fingertips. “If you really want to be obvious, I have my handcuffs in my bag and I’m sure I can get a leash from the pet store down the street before it closes.”
“Is it Thursday already?”