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A/U, SquallxSeifer. YAOI! SHOUNEN-AI!
Summary: Squall, a young man from Timber, runs away to Esthar to find his past and future is waiting for him. Bla bla.
Recap: "Laguna's my dad! And Seifer just kissed me! Now what?"
Dedicated to: all my friends who now know that I'm writing slash, because they're still not reading this. :)
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Chapter 8: Oh darn it. More cliffhangers.
Seifer kisses very well. Even until now, he can kiss me until that bottomless feeling in my belly overwhelms me and I am overcome by that heady tingle along my spine.
So you can imagine how it must have felt like then.
His lips were gentle, soft on mine. It was a chaste kiss, yet it made goosebumps break upon my skin. His hands were secure on my arm and there was something curiously classic and dizzyingly sweet about that moment.
The bastard. I think I love him.
We ended a kiss a little too soon for my liking. I may have whined.
"Squall." Soft, so soft.
My name sounds so beautiful coming from him. Everything sounds so beautiful coming from him.
(note to self: sappy self v. embarrassing.)
I wasn't too sure what to say next, but my mouth made up its mind before my brain could stop it.
"Say that again."
There was a smile in those brilliant jade as he said it, "Squall."
I held him tighter. "Thank you."
Next thing I knew, we were on the sofa. The crook of his arm is a very comfy place to be, I decided, and I snuggled closer. We sat in silence, but it wasn't the suffocating, awkward sort of silence. There wasn't even the edge of anticipation. It was just us, on the sofa, sitting together, half-registering the blustering cook on tv. Whatever's necessary has already been spoken, everything after is just the extras. He was carding his fingers through my hair, and it feels so … Nice.
After a while, he spoke. "I should've been surprised. But I'm not. I think I've always known, even when we first met and you were scowling and asking about the cigarette."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, any of you, sooner," I whispered.
"It's ok." He kissed my forehead. "I… I think I understand. You were afraid, weren't you?"
I simply nodded.
A silent second pass. "Would you tell me?"
There was no doubt about what my answer would be. "Yes."
It should've been tiring to tell my story again, but it was Seifer I'm telling, and if I could bare my soul (somewhat) to a locker room-ful of people, then what about him? The story was a lot more coherent this time around, as I was more comfortable in letting my secrets go and the facts was, as it were, a lot more orderly in my head. And Seifer? He absorbed it all quietly throughout, still holding me and I hoped, still loving me.
All this mush. I must be going senile.
Tyrnce never got under your skin as quickly as he did…
Yes. That was pretty much an understatement.
By the time the storytelling was done, my lids grew heavy. More quiet stillness. In a slurred voice, I asked, "What do you remember?"
"About what? About our childhood?" He smiled while kissing my hair. "I remember a very stuck-up boy."
"Am not," I protested sleepily.
"You have amnesia. What do you know? Shush." He soothed the sting of his mild retort with another kiss. Being petted and cuddled by a certain Seifer Almasy was proving to be a very enjoyable experience. Unfortunately, it was also an excellent way to ease me further into sleep. It didn't help that he was rearranging ourselves on the sofa, until I was practically lying atop him.
I raised my head to meet his steady gaze, blinking so slowly. "You used to pick fights with me."
"I used to pick fights with Zell. I'm an equal opportunity sort of person," he pointed out.
"Bully." We were so close, his breath felt like pinpricks on my skin.
"Hmm… yeah."
Oh yes. Seifer kisses very well.
Those hands… everywhere. A gasp. Yes, that was me.
I don't ever want to be anywhere else.
And just to prove that the Universe has a twisted sense of humour, a heavy veil of blackness descended upon me.
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Oh man.
I blinked drowsily at the glare of sunlight.
"'morning sleepyhead," came an amused voice.
I tried not to notice the drool on his shirt, as I mumbled something in reply.
I took his continued stroking of my hair as a good sign and that he wasn't at all displeased about how last night turned out. "Sorry."
"You needed the rest. And I needed the time to think."
Think? Was last night's conversation just a dream and … what if…
"Hey," he said, smoothing out the wrinkles on my brow. "I just needed the time for it all to settle, is all." He chuckled at my visible relief. "I didn't expect earth-moving revelations you know."
"Well, you did say you came from the Garden…"
"Well yes, but only long enough to check that you weren't there." He frowned thoughtfully. "No wonder Zell looked a bit… choked."
If possible, I snuggled even closer. "Who cares about Zell," I mumbled.
I was nearly drowsing back to sleep again when he spoke. "Squall?"
"Hmmm?"
"Nothing. I just like saying your name."
Well, I like you saying it, but I was too sleepy to bother saying it out loud.
"We need to tell Laguna about this."
I tensed.
"He is your father, Squall," was his only response.
I know that. I do. But why do I feel so afraid?
"He's not so bad."
"To all of you, maybe," I couldn't help saying.
Carefully, he dislodged me from himself and tilted my head and forced me to look him straight in the eye. "Laguna Loire is a very very good man. A klutz and a half, which can be annoying sometimes, but he has a good heart. He likes to play in the rain, loves kids and adores cotton candy. But when you think he's an immature moron, he does something that reminds people that behind all that, there's a very responsible mind lurking in there somewhere. He loved Raine. But he loved his country. And he went to war. And he came back, and found his family gone." Seifer paused, regaining his breath. "He was devastated. He never even met you, and he mourned for his son. How could you deny him that?"
"But that's just it!" I cried. "He never met me, never knew me! For all I know, his idealised son isn't who he thought it would be. What if… what if I'm a disappointment?!" There I said it. My fear, crystallised in words and hung frozen in the air.
Seifer kissed me long and deep. Parting, yet foreheads touching, he breathed, "he won't." Pulling back, eyes twinkling, he added, "A man willing to adopt three full-grown chocobos from the State Zoo won't be that discriminating."
Well, that was comforting, and I suppose my expression told him as much.
He laughed. "You'll be fine. More than fine. Made quite a good impression during the dinner. He'll be delighted beyond anything."
He leaned over me, deliciously tempting. "How can he not? You've got me hooked."
"Not quite the same way, I hope," I joked helplessly.
"No, because that would be wrong, and I would be furious."
And this time, he went on a full-scale assault on a helpless, yet totally willing, me.
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A/N: I think I may have infuriated a couple of people with THAT ending. 'm sorry. 'm sorry. But homework was a wonderful inspiration (read: another way to procrastinate), so be glad I'm keeping my Tortoise Kungfu in check with this one. LoL. I will get to graphic bits where all the clothes come off, okeday?
And again, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to everyone. :)