Paperwork
Summary: One-shot. Squall falls asleep doing paperwork, and Seifer contemplates (Squall) life. Light SeiferxSquall. Fluff. Seifer POV.
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"Yo, Squall; are you even in there?"
A pause.
"Dammit, I'm coming in even if you don't answer me."
Another pause, the sound of muffled grumbling, and a sigh.
"Right, I'm assuming that's an 'Okay Seifer, come on in.'" Without waiting for a response other than his grumbling I tug the metal door open and step inside his office, the door hissing behind me as it slides shut in my wake. Without casting a glance back toward it I frown, shifting on my weight to peer around his small room.
So why the hell didn't he answer me? He could have had some kind of comprehendible answer for me to go by, but apparently-
He's asleep?
"Squall . . . Hey, Leonheart, get up." I wait for a moment, the brunette twitching in his position at the desk briefly before ceasing all movement once more, his eyes still closed in sleep. Damned man could sleep through a tornado, I swear.
"Dammit Squall, up!"I grumble under my breath as I don't receive a response, making my way over the tiled floor and toward his large, wooden desk. Leaning over him I sigh, jabbing a finger into his arm in an effort to try to wake him up again. I'm bored, dammit, and he's supposed to keep me entertained while I'm here. This doesn't mean sleep on me all day.
He doesn't move again and I straighten up, once more shifting my weight before peering down at his sleeping form. You know, he is kind of adorable like that, falling asleep at his paperwork and all . . .
What the hell are you thinking, Seifer? Squall, adorable? He'd die if he found out that I thought that, but it's not like I'd ever tell him that I thought he was cute when he slept, so I just brush of the thought. He is cute, whether he likes to admit it or not, and I'm not taking that thought back even if he does find out.
"What, try to pull an all-nighter again?" I know that he won't answer me, but somehow talking to him like this is just as easy as talking to him when he's awake.
Nah, it's easier. At least now I know he can't get bored with my conversation and find an excuse to get up and leave.
I shake my head slowly, closing my eyes for a minute to contemplate what I should do with him. He obviously isn't comfortable here; when he did wake up, he'd have such a cramp in his neck that fighting him would be completely and utterly pointless. I don't want to fight him unless he's in perfect condition; any other way takes all the fun away from it. I could just carry him to his room; I know where it's at, and I'm pretty sure he won't mind if I just barge in there if I explain that it was for the greater good.
Deciding on that idea I move to lean Hyperion next to the Lionheart, the sapphire-colored blade of his gunblade remaining where it was the last time I saw him.
Damn, he must not have a lot of time for fighting if he hasn't touched Lionheart in a while . . .
I brush off that thought as I turn back around to face him, running a leather clad hand through my hair as I take in the sight once more.
I really never thought I'd see Squall Leonheart, Commander of Balamb Garden, asleep at his desk after staying up all night for only Hyne knows why. I laugh slightly to myself at the sight, his arms folded over the half-finished papers on his desk, his forehead pressed against his arms to use them as a makeshift pillow.
All right, so maybe 'cute' isn't the best word to describe him. 'Beautiful' and 'sexy' happen to come to mind also, but I just shake off that thought before it can go any further, making my way over toward him once more.
Now, how am I going to get him out of this chair . . . ?
Trusting my luck and the fact that he won't wake up while I'm carrying him, I kneel down slightly, wrapping a single arm beneath his knees and pulling him back against me with the other, pushing myself to my feet as I lift him with me. He grumbles something under his breath as he's moved, his cheek coming to rest against my chest and his arms folding over his stomach comfortably. I hold my breath for a moment, but surprisingly, he's still asleep
"Yeah, good to see your comfortable, princess." I swear I see him smile one of his faint, rare grins as I speak and I can't help but show one of my own, my arms tightening around his lithe body and making sure that I have a good grip on him. Dropping him would be bad, not only because he'd probably get injured, but also because I'd probably get skinned for even thinking to carry him like this.
I shrug the best I can, confident that I won't drop him as we make our way back to his dorm, the metal door opening on its own as I move toward it. Stepping outside I cast a swift glance around the area, making sure that no one is coming from either direction that might disturb us. Satisfied with the fact that most of the students are asleep and the only people in the corridors that are out are wrapped up in their own affairs I start off down the hall, knowing all to well where his dorm is.
The trip is relatively uneventful, my luck sticking with me even as I struggle to open his door, taking a quick step inside before shutting it at my back. Why the hell did he have to have such a pain in the ass door, anyway? It's not like anyone is going to randomly walk into his room to annoy the hell out of him.
Of course, I would – and actually do – but that's beside the point.
I give his dorm a quick glance and I can't help but shake my head; it's perfectly in order, all of his belongings put away exactly where they should be, the only thing that looks out of place in the cleanliness being the large case of the Revolver leaning against his far wall. I cast a longing glance at it, still eager for the fight that I had come here for, but brushing it off to let him sleep instead.
Fighting a tired Squall would be just as boring as fighting a sore Squall.
Making my way through his room I move past the small wall that separates his sleeping area from his living area, his room much larger than mine and probably almost everyone else's as well. "Commanders get all of the good stuff, huh?" He shifts in my arms, his face moving to press against my collar instead as he fidgets. He'd better not wake up yet.
I walk the rest of the way to his bed and lay him down on it, the sudden lack of warmth and the feeling of his body in my arms causing me to subconsciously shiver. He was nice to carry, now that I think about it, and I file that fact away into the 'Things to Never Tell Squall' section of my mind as I reach down and pull a single blanket over his form. Instinctively he curls onto his side, facing me, and I shake my head down at him. He's slept like that ever since we were kids, and I can't help but find it amusing (and cute as well) that he still sleeps in that position.
Now I'm acting strange. That's twice, in one half-hour period, that I've mentally called him 'cute.' I've known that I liked him – okay, that one was obvious from the very beginning, but it also happens to be one of those things he'll never know – but thinking that he's cute? Him, of all people?
His body shifting under the blankets draws my attention back down to him and I shake my head in defeat. All right, he's cute. Now that I have that little bit of information settled . . .
Before I can even realize what I'm doing I'm leaning over his bed, one arm pressed on each side of his body and my lips pressing against his in a soft kiss.
He's nice to kiss, too.
Breaking away quickly I back up, hoping to Hyne that I didn't wake him up by that stupid little leap of faith.
Stupid Seifer. Stupid stupid stupid stupid Seifer.
My inner bashing of my self is interrupted by a soft groan slipping past his lips and I glance down at him, my heart feeling like it was going to burst. If he wakes up right now . . . I think I'd rather have him skin me alive then let him know that secret.
Lucky for me – apparently I'm a lucky person today, unlike a majority of days – he doesn't make a sound other than that, that same little smile from before working its way onto his lips in his sleep. I let out a sigh of relief and the breath that I hadn't known I was holding, turning quickly away from him before I do something stupid like that again.
Glancing over my shoulder at him I mutter a soft 'Good night' before walking quickly out of his room, shutting the door behind me and instantly making my way toward his office to get Hyperion back, trying to put as much distance between us and ignore the fact that I swore I heard him say 'Good night' back to me.
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Fluffy, like I said. Fluff normally isn't something I write, but I've been on this horrible SeiferxSquall obsession for goddess knows how long, and I couldn't resist. They're just too damned cute. And I haven't written anything in a while, so I needed to do this. For the sake of the fanfic, I'm putting the disclaimer at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII or anything related to it; that's Square-Enix territory.