Never in my wildest dreams did I'd think I'd wake up with him beside me.
No, more then beside me, around me... A part of me.
One arm and leg are thrown over my side; I can feel the rough cloth of his pants. My left arm is over him, so it's not as if he's hogging me.
He looks so innocent while asleep. Not an angel, though
Either God or the Devil himself, that's Seifer Almasy. Anyone with a mouth like his - no way he could be an angel.

Did I surprise you? I have my own inner monologues as well, though it may not seem like it. I just don't have them at crucial moments, like Squall. He once did that when we were in the middle of a battle. He wasn't too amused when he came to, after several potions and cures. We all thought it was funny.

I hold my council in the early morning hours, when everything is painted with a soft blush of rose, or right before I go to sleep, when the sky is wrapped within a black velvet cloak. I find that's the best time, to help prepare myself for the day ahead, or to help me fall asleep.

I didn't think he'd still be here, that's for sure. A little half smile is playing on his lips. I wonder who, or what, he's dreaming about. A glance at the clock shows it to be six am. Figures. I have a habit of waking up an hour before my alarm goes off - when I don't want to. Or don't need to. The days I do? I oversleep.
I'll let ya in on a secret - we all sleep in. As often as possible. The only early risers, are Selphie, Quistis, and Irvine. By habit.
Selphie - I wonder if she ever really sleeps. So much energy wrapped up into that little body. Constantly moving, no matter what.
Quistis, was always up before us, when we were young. Helping Sis and Matron. I remember that. Seed training has only made it more so, I've seen her go to bed at midnight and is up at four - more rested then the rest of us.
Irvine.. I don't know. However, Squall is not a morning person, never has been till he gets about three cups of coffee in his system. This is only if he's woken before eight. Since Irvine is the complete opposite of Squall, yin to his yang, it stands to figure.

But why am I rambling on about that when I'm waking up to a dream? I've lusted after Seifer since I was fifteen, been in love, I believe, since I was sixteen.
That's the only reason why his barbs and taunts bothered me so much… I knew what my feelings for him were, how deep, and it just hurt so bad that'd he never return them. I let him pick on me, just to have his attention, starved for it as I was.

He apologized last night, we had a long talk... but he never asked whom I'd meant with my heart comment. But his eyes changed after I said that.. Become glassy, devoid of emotion. I'd put my foot in my mouth again. As an impulse, when he turned to walk away again, I asked him to stay. After all, coming to my room every night for a week and a half had to mean something? Right? Right.
I was so happy when he said yes. I almost squealed like Selphie upon meeting Laguna.
I'm interrupted from my thoughts by a lazy, bemused voice.
"*What*" are you staring at?"

I blink, focusing on the green eyes locked upon my own.
Green. Such a simple color, for eyes that aren't just green. As lush of the leaves in the Grandidi Forest, more brilliant then any emerald I've seen. Those are his eyes.

"Zell?"
Whoops. I smile. "Sorry. Just thinking."
"Good or bad things?"
"Truth or Lie?"
He smiles slightly, deliberately rubbing his thigh against mine as he begins to pull back.
"Truth."
Tch. Shoulda known he'd want the truth.
"Honestly... I didn't think you'd be here when I woke up."

Just like that, he stills. Eyes shutter, looking like frosted green glass. He had Squall both share this, one moment, warm and cuddly as puppies, next - deadlier then Shiva's attack.
'Way to go.' I tell myself, but continue speaking as though nothing is wrong.
"But I'm glad you are."

"You... You are?"

I gaze into his eyes, searching for anything hidden with those blue depths. Nothing can quite capture the color of his eyes… Sky blue, baby blue - A light, pure color. Eyes I'd though I'd tainted. I've stood for hours, watching him sleep, now I could lay here for days, just looking into those eyes.
I've seen them darken with anger, watched them swirl between blue and almost light gray when afraid... What would like with passion, I wonder, though I know I've never find out.

He nods, solemnly, and I read something there. The clue I should have picked up on last night, when he said the words aloud. I'm one he who lays claim to his heart.

I'm such a fucking idiot.

I pull him closer, even though we are already pressed against one another.

I offer no resistance; being wrapped in his arms is what I've wanted for the past three years.
I've noted that first kisses are always so shy so tentative.. This is no different. The partners have to adapt to the other's style of kissing. A gentle brushing of lips against my own... If I hadn't been apart of it, I wouldn't have thought it to be a kiss.

He pulls back again, glancing at me, waiting. I just smile as I pull him back for another one, fingers threading though the silky strands on the back of his head. Gentle at first, deeper in a matter of moments, as his taste is already a drug to me... I want to overdose on it. Remember the honeyed clover of it, as I go through withdrawals when he is no longer here. The feel of his fingers against my skin. Everything. I'll want to remember this moment, immortalize within my memory.


So lost are we in each other, that we don't hear the knocking upon my door.

Notes: Disclaimers: I own no one. Obvious, right.