Title: Vacation 3
Description: More from the 24/M/Del Universe - The vacation continues.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 530
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.
Warning: this story line contains MAJOR SAP

Squall watched the water drain from between his toes, the wet sand turned to a deep brown-gold by the fading light. It would be dark soon and they would find a restaurant to eat at for the night, drink enough to be dizzy and happy and stumble back up to the hotel room to make love.

Sneakers in one hand, jeans turned up but still getting wet from the salt spray of the waves, Squall hovered at the edge of the water. So the air was starting to cool and the fresh tang of a salt spun breeze reminded him entirely too much of a home he’d been left behind so long before. When Seifer pressed something very cold against the skin bared by his tee shirt – which had a bad habit of a riding up every time he walked – Squall almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden shock of cold.

He knew it was Seifer. He remembered the same thing happening when he was a kid with an ice cube and the only thing that saved Seifer from being tackled to the sand was the fact he was holding out an iced mocha. That would save him from any retribution, even if it was extremely tempting to wipe the smirk off that handsome face.

“You sure you want iced? It’s starting to get cool out here,” Seifer asked, looping an arm around Squall’s shoulders as soon as he’d handed over the drink. With or without an iced drink, Seifer was enough to keep him warm in Shiva’s absence.

“Mmm,” Squall hummed, already sipping from his drink. “Don’t like hot mocha.”


“Not all of us are addicted to chocolate. Some of us like our coffee to be coffee,” Squall shrugged, turning his head just enough to lean against Seifer’s shoulders. Seifer had grown a little in the time they’d been apart, enough to make Seifer’s shoulder a very good leaning place for him.

Seifer chuckled, playing with the end of Squall’s tee shirt sleeve absently. Squall noted the awkward and restless motion, sliding his hand into Seifer’s back pocket with a careful movement. “Squall?”

“Mmm?” he murmured, looking up at his lover.

“Are you happy with me?” Seifer asked, his green eyes searching Squall’s blue grey ones for something.

“If you didn’t make me happy, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be with you. Don’t be stupid,” Squall nudged Seifer, squeezing his ass gently with the hand in Seifer’s back pocket. “Why’d you ask?”

“Dunno, something about us at the beach all alone in the crowd. Maybe I’m just reminiscing too much,” Seifer waved his cup of coffee at the horizon. “Gotta admit, it’s very atmospheric.”

Squall nodded, following Seifer’s gaze as best he could without sunglasses. “It’s better than when we were kids. Now I can drag you into the dunes and do stuff to you that doesn’t involve a bucket and spade.”

“Well,” Seifer cleared his throat. “We could involve a bucket and spade but I think we’d get arrested.

Giving him a wicked look, Squall sipped his drink. “You will learn to stop challenging me by the time this week is out, Seifer Almasy.”
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