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darksquall) wrote2009-12-27 07:20 pm
darksquall) wrote2009-12-27 07:20 pm
Entry tags:
FF8 Drabble - 24/M/Del universe
Title: Vacation
Description: More from the 24/M/Del Universe - A forced vacation
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 483
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.
"Baby?"
Squall opened one eye to confirm it was Seifer hovering at his bedside. Then he closed it again and turn his head away, hugging the pillow a little tighter to try and ward away the fact he had to get up. "No one home, call back later."
"C'mon, I have coffee and brunch and everything. Wake up."
Brunch? ...he'd overslept. Squall sat up, heart pounding as he tried to remember what he had scheduled and apparently missed if it was late enough to have brunch. Cursing, he almost leapt from the bed...
Then Seifer's hand settled on his shoulder and kept him sitting. "Squall. Vacation."
Vacation? His sleep addled brain struggled to comprehend the word as Seifer coaxed him into taking the cup of coffee and sipping from it. Focusing on that simple action and trying vainly to figure out what he was doing on vacation he began to gather little details about the room. The sun was bright on the balcony, streaming through the wrought iron railing around it and casting interesting shadows on the cream carpet. That tang of salt to the Balamb air was absent, replaced by sweet honeysuckle. The bed was huge, certainly not a garden issue single or Seifer's incredibly soft double. "Oh," he murmured, wrapping an arm around Seifer's shoulders to hold him close. "Vacation."
"Mmmhm. Think you can make it to the table to eat or should I bring your plate here?" Seifer pressed a kiss to his temple and rubbed his back gently.
"Table?" Squall blinked at Seifer. Vacation - he'd been ordered to take a fortnight sabbatical. He'd managed to book a holiday for himself and Seifer and they'd arrived late the previous night.
"Is there any chance of you speaking in sentences or at least stringing two words together before you finish that mug of coffee?"
"Sarcastic bastard."
"Two words, five syllables. We're getting better. Now try "I will eat at the table" or "I will eat in bed" for me, before the food gets cold," Seifer ruffled Squall's bed mussed hair, entirely too spritely. They'd checked in late. Squall had driven, his damaged shoulder behaving for a change. Seifer had slept in the passenger seat until Squall had gotten the room sorted and the luggage unloaded. No wonder he was so bright eyed, he'd probably had four or five hours more sleep than Squall had.
"Table," Squall grumbled, finishing the last of his coffee and handing the mug to Seifer so he could untangle himself from the sheets and stand.
Seifer pouted at him, looking incredibly cute for… Squall checked the time thanks to the clock on the dresser and discovered it to be almost eleven. Hyne he hadn’t slept this late in years. “Back to one word, damn.”
“I love you.” Squall said, kissing Seifer’s scarred forehead and then turning for the table. “Even if you are a sarcastic ass.”
Description: More from the 24/M/Del Universe - A forced vacation
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 483
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.
"Baby?"
Squall opened one eye to confirm it was Seifer hovering at his bedside. Then he closed it again and turn his head away, hugging the pillow a little tighter to try and ward away the fact he had to get up. "No one home, call back later."
"C'mon, I have coffee and brunch and everything. Wake up."
Brunch? ...he'd overslept. Squall sat up, heart pounding as he tried to remember what he had scheduled and apparently missed if it was late enough to have brunch. Cursing, he almost leapt from the bed...
Then Seifer's hand settled on his shoulder and kept him sitting. "Squall. Vacation."
Vacation? His sleep addled brain struggled to comprehend the word as Seifer coaxed him into taking the cup of coffee and sipping from it. Focusing on that simple action and trying vainly to figure out what he was doing on vacation he began to gather little details about the room. The sun was bright on the balcony, streaming through the wrought iron railing around it and casting interesting shadows on the cream carpet. That tang of salt to the Balamb air was absent, replaced by sweet honeysuckle. The bed was huge, certainly not a garden issue single or Seifer's incredibly soft double. "Oh," he murmured, wrapping an arm around Seifer's shoulders to hold him close. "Vacation."
"Mmmhm. Think you can make it to the table to eat or should I bring your plate here?" Seifer pressed a kiss to his temple and rubbed his back gently.
"Table?" Squall blinked at Seifer. Vacation - he'd been ordered to take a fortnight sabbatical. He'd managed to book a holiday for himself and Seifer and they'd arrived late the previous night.
"Is there any chance of you speaking in sentences or at least stringing two words together before you finish that mug of coffee?"
"Sarcastic bastard."
"Two words, five syllables. We're getting better. Now try "I will eat at the table" or "I will eat in bed" for me, before the food gets cold," Seifer ruffled Squall's bed mussed hair, entirely too spritely. They'd checked in late. Squall had driven, his damaged shoulder behaving for a change. Seifer had slept in the passenger seat until Squall had gotten the room sorted and the luggage unloaded. No wonder he was so bright eyed, he'd probably had four or five hours more sleep than Squall had.
"Table," Squall grumbled, finishing the last of his coffee and handing the mug to Seifer so he could untangle himself from the sheets and stand.
Seifer pouted at him, looking incredibly cute for… Squall checked the time thanks to the clock on the dresser and discovered it to be almost eleven. Hyne he hadn’t slept this late in years. “Back to one word, damn.”
“I love you.” Squall said, kissing Seifer’s scarred forehead and then turning for the table. “Even if you are a sarcastic ass.”