~*~ When Did This Happen? ~*~

:: Seiftis. Squffie hints. (Quistis x Seifer, Squall x Selphie hints) ::

Chapter Four: Mmm Squall.

Note: I usually go into detail with things, but I'm in university now, I have a midterms and essays staring me in the face. This is a quick and casual read. We think. Reviews are more than a little appreciated.

~Silverium~

Disclaimer: Squaresoft. Not Silver.

Squall closed his eyes and lifted his head, letting the scalding water splash down over his face and cascade down his body. He had been in the shower for half an hour and had no intention of leaving just yet. He had to think, think about everything that was happening. Seifer's return had been a shock, but he did seem to have changed, and so Squall wouldn't dwell on the issue. Quistis was traumatized, and hadn't spoken very much at all for the last little while, but he didn't know what he could do for her. And then there was his bet with Selphie. Selphie…

Squall turned around and sighed, leaning against the side of the shower and feeling the steam suck the moisture out of his skin. Time to get out. He snapped the faucet off and stepped out on to the fuzzy mat, because even people as cold as Squall wanted something warm and fuzzy to step out on to after a hot shower. The chilly air was like a harsh smack to the face but he grabbed a black towel from the rack and coiled it around his waist, stepping out of the bathroom into his dorm.

"Oh, hey Squ-"

Selphie Tilmitt stopped completely as her eyes widened. Squall Leonhart was standing half out of the steam-filled room with a towel hanging loosely to his hips, one hand resting on the doorframe, the other holding the towel now as it dropped slightly in the middle. His blue-gray eyes were watching her, eyelashes framing them as they narrowed just slightly. Selphie forgot to breathe, her eyes had trailed down with the towel, tracing down his porcelain flesh and then back to his eyes. Squall was a god in that moment, and Selphie was prepared to go to Church every day of the week to worship him.

"Um…" She managed after a moment, "I…I…want you to…ah…help me with the party…and…come-tonight-at-nine-I'll-be-waiting-see-you-then-BYE!"

She took off like a rocket. Squall sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair, feeling it slap against his face. He had enough dignity not to blush, but watching Selphie's emerald orbs draw maps over his bare chest was…well…you know. Exciting.

Squall pulled on his dark blue boxers, then pulled up his leather pants, enjoying the second-skin feel to them. Belts were looped around his hips and soon he had pulled on his usual attire, except with a black muscle-shirt and not a white. He looked at himself in the mirror. Sexy, sexy beast.

If anyone in their cluster of friends ever found out how vain Squall was he would probably he have to kill them, but until then he could enjoy his face for awhile. Until the phone rang.

"Squall?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you do to Selphie?"

"What? Squall asked, looking at the phone,

"She's babbling faster than usual and her face is all red, she won't shut up about seeing you-"

From the background Squall could hear a loud shriek and then a muffled, "Quisty don't!". He sighed and closed his eyes, but a smile had already crossed his face.

"She caught me coming out of the shower." He supplied lightly,

"She saw you NA-"

"NO!" Squall shouted and Selphie shrieked

"…Oh…then why? Oh." Quistis' smile could be heard over the phone, "Sorry to bother you, she's…calmer…now."

The ex-instructor hung up leaving Squall wondering quietly what had just happened. He put the phone down and sat on the end of his bed, looking around for something to do. A magazine was lying half under his bed, he picked it up and sifted through the pages, looking at models of gunblades. Leaning back against his wall he wasn't even aware when he started dreaming.

Squall put down the magazine and stood up, looking at his watch. Nine o-clock. Amazed at how the time went past so quickly he strode out of his dorm and down to where Selphie usually planned her festivals and parties. She had secured one of the social lounges for them and all Squall had to do was look on the chart for her last time. This done he walked in to find Selphie all alone. Her eyes widened when she saw him, but then she smiled and bounced up, handing him a garland to loop around the room on hooks she had already put up. Wordlessly he began to string the metallic garlands until he reached the end and put up the next colour, first blue, now green. When he reached the end this time he had some left. Selphie was holding up the gold one but Squall still had an armful of green. A smirk crossed his lips and he gently draped the garland over Selphie's shoulders, winding it around her body. A blush spread across her cheeks and a shine glittered in her eyes as she put the gold garland around his neck, her hands brushing against his cheeks as she did so. Squall leaned down and let his lips brush against hers. The soft sakura mouth beneath his parted and their kiss grew deeper. Squall pressed her against the wall, his hand grazing her cheek and pushed her thick hair back, enjoying the silky strands against his fingers.

"Squall…" Selphie whispered,

"Sel-"

"-phie?" Squall opened his eyes and then twitched. It had been a dream.

He looked at his watch and sighed. Twenty minutes to go, he might as well find Irvine and Zell. And Seifer, Squall added as an afterthought. The halls were silent except for his soft footfalls, but soon a dim noise sounded and crescendoed to a loud bass. Squall pounded on Zell's door until the crazed blonde opened, looking mildly irritated, then surprised. He looked at his watch and groaned.

Squall waited for the music to be turned off and for a sulky Zell to come out before he breached the question.

"Do you really think I like Selphie?"

"Seven words, Squall, what's wrong, man?" Zell asked, berry-blue eyes widening,

"Shut up."

"That's more like it." Zell grinned,

"Seriously."

"I was joking. Why?"

"Nothing."

"Uh huh."

Squall and Zell continued down the hallway until they reached Irvine's room where the cowboy came out and quietly shut the door before they even reached up to knock. Squall raised his eyebrows and Irvine placed a finger to his lips, gesturing them to move further down. When they did the violet-eyed sharp-shooter winked,

"I just got her to sleep."

"You player." Zell accused,

"Yep." Irvine flipped up his collar and snapped his fingers, pointing them at Zell, "At your service."

The three gents strolled down to the elevator and went up a floor, to get to where Quistis' dorm was. They found her in the hallway looking at her shut door blankly.

"Earth to Quisty!" Irvine called, waving his arms at her,

"…Oh! Hello. Hello Squall." A wicked grin crossed her face,

"…"

"That struck a nerve," Zell commented, "So, let's go see Selphie, she's probably got the place done by now out of anxiety,"

"That was funny when she did that. She was horrified," Irvine laughed.

When they walked into the lounge Squall felt the blood drain from his face. Selphie was holding a blue garland in her arms and was bouncing over, intent on giving it to Squall. He stared at the hooks around the room in awe; it was his dream, only-

"I'll take those!" Zell ran over, stole the garland, and hurriedly began stringing them up.

Squall calmed.