Disclaimer for the whole story: I have absolutely no claim on Final Fantasy or its characters. That distinction belongs entirely to Square. Yay for them.
NightA small sound outside his door interjected itself into Squall's sleepless night. He cautiously rose, reaching beside the bed to grasp his gunblade, and softly padded to the door.
Carefully, slowly, he opened the door a crack, then, on seeing the figure outside, opened it the rest of the way, relief pouring through him.
"I should have guessed it was you," Squall murmured as the shape silently darted past him into the room. After checking to make sure there was no one watching in the hall, Squall shut and locked his door. He turned, intent on replacing his weapon, and spotted eager eyes waiting for him from the middle of his bed.
Amusement pulled the corner of his mouth back in a faint smirk. "I should have guessed it was you," he repeated dryly. "Who else would have the guts?" He swiftly set the blade in its stand and turned back to the bed. The eyes still shone brightly, fixed on him from their position beneath mussed hair. An impatient growl, formed deep in the throat, entreating him to come to bed made the other corner of Squall's mouth twitch back, thus forming a full, if small, smile.
"Alright," he said smoothly, "but I feel ridiculous in this." Squall indicated his state of dress with a vague motion. "Briefs and a t-shirt are hardly appropriate attire in which to receive guests," he added.
His guest merely stared, impressed by neither the rare verbosity nor the attempt at humor from the stoic Commander, and thumped the bed demandingly.
"Fine. You win." Squall stripped off his shirt. "It's too hot for this, anyway." He sat on the mattress and ran a hand through his bedmate's silky hair, and then stretched out, a warm body pressed to his side and hot breath in his ear.