Rest
Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: IrvinexSquall
Notes: This blurb wouldn't leave mty head once it came to me so I quickly banged it out on the keyboard. For Cinnerman, since I was spewing a bunch of crud about the ff8 idiots at them. Also for ALynnL and ChaosSilk cuz they ship the ship and enable me.

Squall was tired of thinking.

It felt as if that was all he ever did. Just think.

His head hurt, his mind itself ached.

Shiva couldn't even quell the thoughts that took up the space there in his mind.

Honestly, he just wanted to rest-

Suddenly he felt something settle atop his head and break his musing.

Eyes rolling upwards as his eyelids fluttered open, his gaze caught sight of the rim of a particular hat.

Directing his gaze forward had his eyes taking in the sight of the owner of said hat leaning against the wall in front of him with a pointed look and a grin.

"Come back from the dead, you've been inside your head for too long, darlin'."

Relief.

Something light shifted inside of him as he found his body moving without his knowledge until he found himself burying his face into the taller male's neck, arms encircling around him as he lets out a deep sigh.

"Distract me." Is the quiet whisper he tells to the other.

"From what?" Is the equally whispered response.

"Myself. My thoughts. I'm sick of it. Please, Irvine..."

The vulnerability the other admits to and shows in this moment is a tell-all to the cowboy.

It's with a hum of acknowledgement as he places a soft kiss to the side of the brunet's neck that he draws away from the other, grabbing their hand, entwining their fingers as he gives a light tug.

"C'mon."

No more words are said as Squall allows the other to lead him back towards his room.

It's sometime later, as Squall's stretched out across Irvine's bed, mind finally, blissfully blank, that he realizes he's simply existing in the moment as he listens to Irvine's breathing and feels his fingertips tracing against his skin.

He finds his lips curving upwards just the slightest as he curls closer into the other, just enough to press a kiss to the cowboy's jaw.

"Are ya with me now?" Irvine asks lazily, tilting his head enough to gaze fondly towards him.

"Yeah. I'm here in the now. Thanks." Squall answers, voice an almost matching casual drawl.

Fully shifting to their side, the sniper draws Squall closer and bumps his nose against theirs in a playful nuzzle.

"Anytime, darlin'. Next time, don't let it get this bad, 'kay?"

"...I'll try. This is still..."

"Something to get used to, I know. Just remind yourself you're not alone any longer. I'm here."

Squall lets his eyes close with a sound of understanding, letting his head rest down on the others shoulder.

No thoughts filled his mind as he took in the sensation of Irvine pressing a kiss to his temple and allowed his body to go lax and still.

Finally, rest. True, peaceful rest.

In mere moments, sleep claimed him easily.

The cowboy continued to gaze at his sleeping partner with soft, fond eyes, a gentle smile upon his face.

"Sweet dreams, Squall."

-End-