Rating: R (I tried to keep it lower, but it just wasn't destined to happen - unlike other things [which are responsible for the rating])
Disclaimer: SG characters are (c) MGM (thankie to Morrigan for that :p). FF8 characters are (c) Squaresoft, original characters are mine – ask nicely and I might let you play with them, s'long's you don't break them...
Warnings: SxS - Yaoi (guyxguy) later - if u don't like, don't read. Character death. Maybe angst (I do like to torture my characters sometimes :p), language (prob nothin u aint heard b4, but still...)
AN: Anyone wondering what the hell happened to the lemon, go back to the last chpt and READ THE AN AT THE END
~Chapter Twenty-Five: Thinkin' of You~
Seifer and Squall woke still entangled with one another. There were only two additions to the room. One was the sheet over them both. The other was the tall young woman, calmly drinking something whilst looking out of the window across the city of Esthar. It was dawn, early enough for no one to be up yet, but late enough for the first rays of light to have woken both men.
"What the fuck?!" Seifer exclaimed, tensing, then Squall felt him relax again. "Oh. It's you." The figure at the window nodded, but didn't turn around.
"Little people krawling around like ants. So insignifikant, but without them..." Squall stiffened.
What in Hyne's name is going on? He wondered, alarmed. The woman sounded like Ultemecia had, the same problem pronouncing c's.
"Yarege, stop winding Squall up. I didn't go through what I have to get him back, just for you to drive him away again!" Seifer's voice rose in anger.
Dammit, I wish she wouldn't do that!
Oh fuck... Squall thought, his suspicions confirmed when Seifer twisted to look at him sharply. I really heard that.
Squall? Seifer thought. He wasn't an entire stranger to telepathy, not since Ultemecia had preferred thinking to speaking, hiding her speech impediment.
Seifer? What's going on?
"Yarege?" Seifer asked harshly, demanding an explanation. The woman turned from the window, dazzling Squall with her beauty, power and sheer elegance. She sighed, and the cup vanished. Squall stiffened again.
She's a sorceress?! He exclaimed.
"No, I'm not a sorceress," she paused. "Well, not as such." She stopped and shrugged. Then changed the topic completely. "We have to get to Centra as soon as possible." With that Yarege walked out of the room, leaving both Squall and Seifer in a state of bewilderment.
Moments later, their clothes – cleaned – appeared on the bed. With an exchange of resigned shrugs, both men took the hint, and began to dress.
AN: Well that twist took me by surprise too. I was thinking dirty thoughts for Seifer...
Seifer: I can think my own dirty thoughts!
A: Yes, but you wouldn't tell me what they were, so I had to make some up.
Seifer: If I had told you, this fic - currently (struggling to stay) R - would've become X-rated, never mind NC-17. *smirks at images suddenly in author's head*
A: *runs three times round field and dives into cold shower* Anyway, sorry this chpt is so short, but I'm just putting the breaks where they feel most fitting, plus I've got to try and stop thinking in terms of Access commands... IT coursework really sucks...
