Shot in the Dark

Irvine’s POV
It was about six o’clock when I heard the knock at the door. Zell went to spend some time with Yaya before the ball, and I was still deciding weather or not I even wanted to go. On the one hand, I should, I am a rank A SeeD and a friend of all three commanders so I should go. And I still haven’t really gotten re-acquainted with Seifer. On the other hand I’ll have to see both Seffie and Squall at once, and there’s only so much rejection a man can take at a time. Maybe if I go I’ll meet some sweet young thing from Esthar that’ll want to come home with me. I need to get back on my game. The knocking is getting louder, so I decide that I might as well go answer it.
“Hello?” I say tiredly, opening the door. I gasp when I realize who it is. I slip into a salute. “Commander, what can I do for you?” I ask politely. Squall looks back at me, a glint of ocean blue passing through his grey eyes. He looks lost, but only for a moment, and then he stiffens and salutes me perfectly.
“Irvine,” he starts to say plaintively.
“Sir?” He frowns.
“Kinneas, can I come in?” He asks, I could have sworn I heard a wave of nervousness in his voice.
“Yeah, sure, anything you want sir.” I say moving out of the door way so that he can enter. “Hold on.” I say running back and forth, picking up clothes and straightening up magazines, taking cups and plates out of the living room. I don’t want him to think I’m a slob. He stands by the door patiently, waiting for me to finish. He’s so stiff and professional. I wave towards the couch and he sits down, hands set formally on his lap. “So is there something you wanted to talk to me about commander?” I ask, sitting on the table across from him. He frowns and stares at the back of his folded hands.
“I thought I told you about that.” He says softly.
“Pardon?”
“Nothing” He says with a sigh. I stop myself from reaching over to pat his shoulder, or ask him what’s the matter. If Squall wants to be professional then I won’t make any waves.
I clear my throat nervously, he’s being so quiet. What does he want me to say? Does he want me to ask or just sit and listen? Does he really want me to be stiff and professional with him? I seemed that way last time we spoke.
“Irvine.” He says softly. “Please…” He says with a light blush, I think he’s straining.
“Please what, Commander?” Okay, now I think I’m being a dick.
“Damn It Irvine quit calling me commander!” He says pounding his hand on his leg, still staring at his hands nervously. “I just… I wanted to talk to you,” His soft doll like face turning beet red. Hyne, he’s so damned cute. I try and wipe the smirk off my face, I know it’s there.
“It didn’t seem like you had anything left to say to me.” I say softly, I know that I’m being difficult, but I don’t want to just be somebody’s fall back guy again.
“Well, I uh... sorry maybe I shouldn’t have come.” He says, standing without looking at me. Hyne he’s so shy, it’s like now that I’ve seen him vulnerable he can’t keep it together. But I don’t want it like this. He heads for the door. Hyne, but it’s Squall.
“Wait, wait, I’m sorry.” I say chasing after him. “I don’t mean to be cold Darlin, I just, it doesn’t matter.” I say grabbing his arm gently. He turns and looks at me with those beautiful stormy blue eyes. He opens his mouth like a fish and closes it again. “Come on babe have a seat.” I say, leading him to the couch again. “Can I get you anything?”
“Umm, tea, if you have any.” I run to the kitchen and heat up some water. “Do you want cream, sugar?”
“Okay.” He says uncertainly. I mix up his tea quickly and come back into the living room, handing the warm cup of tea to him. He purses his soft pink lips together and blows on it lightly. Oh man. I just want to jump him right now, Hyne, I’ve got something he can blow on.
“Now, what’s on your mind Darlin?” He looks up from his tea shyly and gives me a private little smile. He really does like it when I call him that. He takes a sip of tea and thinks a moment before responding.
“Spent all day shopping with Rinoa,” He says with a frown.
“Oh?” He sets the cup down and fiddles with that spot on his nose again. He always does that when he’s nervous or irritated.
“She wanted to spend all day together before the ball. Thought it would be romantic. One of the sales ladies mistook her for my wife, and she kept asking about how excited I am about getting married and we should set a date soon.”
“I see.” I say frowning. I don’t want them to get married. They just seem wrong for one another. I’m just jealous.
“I just wanted to see you.” He says rubbing his fingers nervously. It suddenly occurs to me that he’s not wearing his gloves. I’ve never seen him without gloves before. Suddenly I have the strongest urge to touch his hands.
“Really?” I say with a grin, “Now why on earth would you want to see me?” I say playfully, sitting down next to him. He turns to face me, his lover lip trembling lightly.
“I uh… well… you said that I could… that you would be here for me if I needed—” I scoot over so that I’m sitting right next to him and rest my hand on his leg, caressing the smooth leather and brushing up against his soft naked hands.
“It’s okay, if it’s hard for you, you don’t have to.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about it… When we were in my office. It wasn’t like with Rinoa, it was I was…” He takes in a shaky breath. I run my fingers across the back of his hand gently and he takes another sharp breath. “You’re so warm.”
“Squall,” I say, threading my fingers with his and turning it over, brushing my fingers over his palm. I can feel a shiver run through him. I was right, his hands are super sensitive. I lift it up and brush his hand against my cheek, kissing it lightly. “Squally, I really like you… and I…” I can’t believe that I don’t know what to say. “DO you want me?” I ask, taking his index finger into my mouth and sucking on it playfully.
“Oh~ Yes,” He moans lifting his hips slowly, and shifting in his seat. I release his finger and kiss his hand again playfully. Then cup his cheek and kiss him. He’s so soft and smooth and kissable. I shower him with hot kisses, our tongues entangling as I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight to me. I don’t want him to run away.