Disclaimer for entire story, not to be repeated: I don't own any of it. None of the characters, none of the settings—that honor goes entirely to Square.
Note: for those who do not understand what yaoi means, this story contains sexual activity between males. This is in no way, shape, or form a Squinoa. You have been duly warned, proceed at your own risk.
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Morning
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Motes of dust danced gleefully in a sunbeam. Random gusts of air made them spin and skirl in and out of the shaft of light. Squall opened gunmetal grey eyes that sparkled as brightly as the waltzing dust.
He looked down, indulgent smile caressing his lips, at the head nestled on the swell of his chest. Tenderly lifting up his free hand, Squall traced gentle fingertips wonderingly over the curve of an eyebrow and then fondled a lock of fair hair, reveling in its silken delicacy.
"'Morning." A voice thick with sleep rose from the head resting on Squall's chest. "Sleep well?" The warm air tickled over a bare nipple, making Squall shiver delightfully. An absent kiss by those lips followed by a thoughtlessly affectionate squeeze from the arm draped across Squall's waist made him sigh in pleasure.
"Never better," he replied softly, his fingers whispering over cheek, neck, shoulder, and back, marveling in his ability to touch so freely.
Languorous eyes lifted to meet his. "You seem happy," his bedmate commented.
"…I am."
Something in the way Squall spoke made his lover sit up and look him over carefully. "You look… different."
"I feel different. I'm actually happy. I don't remember ever having been happy before."
Squall's normally pale skin was luminous in the morning sun, but the biggest part of his glow seemed to be generated internally.
"You may be right. You're too serious, after all."
Squall let out a mock growl as he pulled the firm body into his arms. He nuzzled playfully into hair the color of sunshine and nibbled on an earlobe. "Thanks for staying with me," he breathed, before tracing the ear with the tip of his tongue.
"Trust me," was the husky reply, "it was my pleasure."
Then there were no words. They didn't need them.
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A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed A Surprise Guest, and especially to AWf4tf for saying that it wasn't right for Squall to choose someone just because they showed up. That got me to thinking about just whom Squall would pick. Now we can find out.