Title: This Ain't Fan-Mail
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Pairing: Angeal Hewley x Zack Fair
Rating: T
Prompt: Note
Word Count: 225 (WOOT! I broke the hundred mark)
Warning[s]: Eh, pretty worksafe. Suggestive maybe, but worksafe.
A/N: Uh, it's alright I guess.

Another one...?
Normally, Angeal wouldn't care much for pieces of paper on his desk but this was the fifth time today he had come in to find it on his desk. He had thrown away the others, not even glancing at it.
He sighed and went to throw it away when a thought struck him. Maybe he was supposed to read it. Might as well he figured. Maybe if he read it, he wouldn't be curious as to why he had it.
At first, he thought it was fan-mail. He hated fan-mail. All those women (who were at least his mother's age) asking for naked pictures, pieces of clothing, a night on the town... he shivered at the thought.
Opening the nicely, folded white note; his eyes squinted at the chicken-scratch. It took quite a while to figure out what the first line was saying.
Angeal blushed slightly, looking around to see anyone was watching then tucked the note into his pocket. He went back to work, trying not linger on what it had said.

Dear Angeal,
Hey, you know I love you and all. Plus, I love all that passionate stuff but tonight can we just go at it?
Thanks.

love,
Zack