Title: The Jacket
Author: AishiteSubete
Rating: T (language and brief implied sexuality)
Summary: Selphie is gushing over Squall's new jacket. Prompt: "it's so fluffy!" Squall/Selphie. Drabble.
Squall sat, solid as a stone, and groaned, as Selphie was poking and prodding and squeezing. She had been like this for the last half hour, and he was surprised he had lasted as long as he did, what with all of her stroking and scratching. The Gunblade-wielder turned about sixteen shades of tomato red when he heard Selphie chirp, "oh, it's so thick!" He could only imagine what the people on the other side of the door could be thinking. Hell, he wasn't even sure what it was making him think!
"Squall, your new jacket is so cute!"
He sighed. Of course Selphie wouldn't comment on how well-built it was. She wouldn't comment on how heavy duty it was, or how good of a combat jacket it would be. She would only comment on how fashionable it was. Typical Selphie. "Oooh! And the hood! It's so fluffy I could die!" Squall rolled his eyes.
Earlier that day, Squall had recieved a package in the mail from Laguna Loire, saying "Happy early Christmas. Your old one looked rather battered and beaten the last time I saw you, so I thought I'd do the honor of getting you a new one. You can thank me later." Inside the box was a snow white leather jacket, with metal shoulderplates and red leather in the shape of a lion head embroidered on both of the sleeves. It was long, reaching his knees, and buttoned like a pea coat in the front. There was an optional red silk sash he could wear around his waist if he wanted. Yet the most spectacular feature of the jacket was its hood. The hood, when in its upright position, was trimmed in bushy red fur, with red lion ears on the top. When Squall took it out of the box, there was another note from Laguna: "The girls will go crazy over it. Try it, you'll see."
This was how he ended up in his current position with the nunchaku-wielding Selphie Tilmitt.
"Are you going to wear this one instead of your old coat?" she inquired innocently. His curt nod elicited a squeal of happiness from her. "You look so good in that jacket, too!" But suddenly, Squall felt a drop in her countenance. "And I'm sure Rinoa will love it too..."
"What does Rinoa have to do with it?" Squall asked quietly, turning to face her.
"Well, I don't know," Selphie offered with a shrug of her shoulders, sitting down at the table across from him. "She is really pretty, and I just assumed you care more about what she thinks than..." her voice faltered, and she stopped speaking altogether.
"Than what?" Squall rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward. "Than what you think? You don't know it, but that's farther from the truth than you'll ever realize."
"Oh really?" Selphie retorted challengingly. "I doubt that."
Selphie wasn't paying much attention when Squall leaned forward even further, pressing his lips to Selphie's with a ghostlike touch. The moment the girl had realized what was going on, he had pulled back, and was reclining in his seat.
"Is that enough of a reason not to doubt it?" Squall smirked at her with playful eyes, and she couldn't help but smile.