Six months ago

We lay on the bed, hands touching, fingers interlocked.

The air is still, expectant. Yet, we did not speak; we did not need words to express our feelings. Every touch is like a confession – one of love and passion; it could not be conveyed through words alone.

The morning light shines in through floor to ceiling window of my apartment, bathing the room in a soft glow. We had angled our heads to face each other, and I watch him as though he is the most perfect thing in the world (Not that he wasn't).

The musky aroma of our passionate lovemaking was still in the warm air. He opens his arms to receive me when I move towards him, and I snuggle against him. With my finger, I playfully trace the contours of his chest and abs (Oh look, six packs).

In his embrace, I can feel the slow up and down movement of his chest, and he breathes a contented sigh as we both lay, back to being high school sweethearts, like we didn't have a care in the world.

But a phone rings and the noise breaks the lull that had us ensnared in its charms. It's Squall's phone and we both know it's from the police academy from the unique ringtone I had assigned it while playing with his phone a few weeks ago. It's like a police siren, and it gets steadily louder the longer you take to answer the call. Squall jumps out of bed, apologetically mouthing "sorry" for bumping my head as he moves from the bed to the hall to pick up the phone call. I look a little regretfully at him as he leaves the room, leaving me alone in the sheets.

Truth is, I get a little annoyed (understatement) whenever the police academy calls because it usually means that he has to leave for some raid or mission, but I understand that this is really important to Squall. His childhood dream was to be a cop, and despite growing up in a single parent family (his mother died when he was young) in a bad part of town, he kept his nose clean and worked odd jobs while he studied. They used to call him Straight-laced Squall in high school because of how he was always following the rules and studying and getting top grades. He eventually got into the police academy with a scholarship and he's well on his way to fulfilling his dream.

I, on the other hand, was constantly getting booked for late-coming in high school and was a familiar face in the detention classes. I don't really have any goals in life, probably because I don't have to worry about expenses in anyway (why would I have to when my father is an army general in Galbadia?). In short, I'm the total opposite of him, but our relationship works because we keep each other in check. I keep him from working too hard and he keeps me from being too frivolous. It's a win-win situation for the both of us.

And did I mention how we're crazily in love with each other?

Of course, I'm not saying that our relationship is perfect. We have our ups and downs. Truth be told, I was expecting this relationship to be another teenage romance. You know how they all are, easy come, easy go.

But this is the longest relationship I've been in (two years now), and I secretly am hoping in my heart of hearts that this is something more.

Before I know it, Squall is back and now he's frantically putting his clothes. "Gotta run", he says, "we've got leads on a huge drug ring in Timber and they're organizing a raid to get them before they get away again".

"You'll come back soon right?"

"I don't know how long the operation will take."

After putting on his socks he kisses me on cheek, "Love you," he says, and he leaves.

A/N: Yeah, this is a bit of a filler chapter. But I promise more good stuff.