Title: Vacation 4
Description: More from the 24/M/Del Universe - The vacation continues.
Pairing: seifer/squall
Rating: PG
Word count: 467
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

Seifer poured another glass of wine, his chair as close to Squall’s as he could without actually being in Squall’s lap. “Wish we could do this more back in Balamb.”

“Me too,” Squall murmured, taking the glass and rolling it between his fingers. “You’re too good to me.”

Laughing at the offhand statement, particularly given their ancient past of wars and torture, Seifer shook his head. “That’s your last glass. You must be drunk.”

Squall shook his head. He wasn’t going to get drunk on two glasses of wine, especially when he’d only just eaten. “I’m not and it’s true. You’re considerate. Gentle. Understanding about the limitations my job places on us.”

“Just part of being together,” Seifer shrugged. “I knew there’d be… “limitations” before we started.”

“I love you,” Squall admitted, setting aside the glass of wine and half turning to Seifer, cupping his cheek. “I can’t imagine life without you anymore.”

“Squall, you don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere, hear?” Seifer folded his hand over Squall’s and kissed his forehead. It was gentle and tender, just has Squall had stated Seifer was. Unconsciously caring in all of those moments they were together except when they were wrestling or screwing. “You and me against the world. All or nothing.”

“All or nothing,” squall echoed softly, dreamily. The touch of Seifer’s warm hand on his own was one of his greatest comforts. He was the one who did most of the holding, Seifer preferring to rest his head on Squall’s chest as they slept, exhausted by their adventures between the sheets. When they were out, if they could steal a moment of such minor intimacies, Squall would be the one to take Seifer’s hand, rest his head on Seifer’s shoulder because Seifer couldn’t push. It had to be Squall who took the risk to his career. “Would it be weird if we were to get matching rings? Even if we can’t legally… yet…”

Seifer grinned, his eyes lighting up with his happiness. “You aren’t just saying this because I joked about tattoos, right?”

“I’m still going to get a fake one. I think a plastic spade, right on my ass. But I’m thinking of something I can show off. Even if we can’t tell them the reason,” Squall smiled, squeezing Seifer’s hand. “Something we can both have.”

“I’d love it. As long as it doesn’t cause you any problems.”

Squall poked him gently, teasing. “I want problems, somehow. I want to be with you and I want the world to know… just not yet. Some day.”

Seifer grabbed Squall, pulling him closer until Squall was in his lap and kissing him so hard Squall was sure it would bruise. “Then we should get champagne with dessert.”

Still swooning, Squall almost grinned. “I’m willing if you are.”


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