Mirror

~Obligatory Statement~

I don't own or even pretend to own any of the characters in this story. The storyline is mine, the characters are not. Also, I'm pretty sure any mention of their weapons... or... other things pertaining *to* the characters... all that was stolen too. Sqenix owns all that. I'm just a perv who likes to write them screwing around in new and interesting ways.

I think there was a clause in the Copyright policy that covers that, actually.

At any rate, on to the story! (Again, don't sue me. Ain't mine.)

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“Damn,” Irvine said as his head hit the cushion of the chair he was sitting on. “That was some shitty mission.”

“It’s not my fault that you seem to think “discreet” means lay waste to the fuckin’ place,” I answered calmly. “If I didn’t know better, I would think Squall put the two of us on this mission just because he knew we’d screw up and end up murderin’ everybody there.” It was *the* most colossal screw-up imaginable. Mission: Infiltrate Hex (the underground society designed for smuggling drugs and… more horrible things or whatever) and get some information. The first minute we were inside and there were guns trained on us, ready to kill. Most of which were firing. All because Irvine forgot that he was supposed to say “Fuck” at least three times in the first sentence; that was the password, stupid as it was. He said it once, and we were screwed. Now I have to try and get the blood off of my favorite red/grey sneakers and explain to Squall why they’re all dead. Oops.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I mean, we were gettin’ info so we *could* kill them, right?” He pulled out a cigarette and I knew he was worried- the guy only smokes when somethin’ goes really really wrong.

“Yeah! But we were usin’ this info-gatherin’ mission so we could jip the locals into payin’ us more! We need to hire more teachers and we need the gil ta do it. Now, you’ve fucked up and instead of makin’ 30 bil we only make 10! Jackass. How’m’I going to explain this to Squall?” I sighed. He wasn’t going to be happy.

“Hey! Just tell him to take it out of my pay. It’s not like we aren’t rich enough ourselves to buy a whole damn country.”

“That’s our personal pay. Garden regulations clearly state that we can’t go usin’ our own funds on Garden stuff. Policy, ya dumbass.” He offered me a cigarette and I shook my head. “No thanks. Bad for my lungs, and they’re pretty important to me.”

“They would be, with all the running around you do.” He took a drag and thumped his head against the cushion again.

“Jackass,” I mumbled. Squall was really, really not going to be pleased. He would have to fudge some more documentation to make it seem like he had earned enough from the mission to pay for the teachers, when reality was that he would use it from his own money. That had been happening more and more when the SeeD members screwed up. I didn’t know why he even bothered to pretend he wasn’t pilfering from himself in the name of Garden business. Everyone who knew him knew what was going on. “Well, at least we can pretend nothin’ went wrong for another few hours.”

“Yeah. We have that much time until we pull into Balamb and he proceeds to bash our heads in.” I knew he was right. Even if Squall didn’t yell, even his silence was enough punishment. In some ways, his quiet anger had ways of scaring us even further. “I guess we don’t have much chance, though, when we get there.”

When we arrived, we got off of the train and made our way into the town. From there it was a short walk to Garden (newly grounded, though temporarily attached to the ground with easily removed wooden planks so we would be found during the enrollment period- late students wouldn’t find a Garden there at all). We climbed the short planks and got into the Garden, hauling our stuff into our dorms and meeting up right after to face down our commander with what little help fellow doomed can give each other.

He was in his office, which was where Cid’s office had been once. He’d replaced the old man not after we “settled down” and was shouldering far too damn much, but what else is new? We got inside (his secretary waved us in with a horribly sympathetic look which only made my insides jump around a little more), and he was sitting there, composed as ever.

His simple little silver earring was replaced with a vampire fang (a gift from Seifer when the bastard got back- after we landed) and his eyes were as sharp as ever. He was staring at some sheet with one eyebrow quirked and gave us no attention at all. We stood around shifting from foot to foot until he finally looked up.

“Have a seat,” he said. I knew from his voice he didn’t plan on letting us think that he had no idea. He knew everything that happened, as usual, and was just going to make us sweat it out. He looked over some more papers as we took the two leather chairs across from his pretty (and pretty big) desk that was unnecessarily covered in papers. He never let anyone else do anything ‘round here, but that probably had a lot to do with all the stuff everyone’s screwed up when he tried to get them to help him. He continued to examine his work and we continued to sweat. Bastard knows how to play his own friends.

Irvine coughed. I scratched my head. Irvine rocked back and forth in his chair, and then fixed his ponytail (which was fine). I checked my gloves. Irvine coughed again. Over it all, Squall’s beautiful eyes scrutinized some fine print on the bottom of a contract. He was good at that. I sighed, then sighed again because I didn’t sigh fully enough the first time. If you gotta sigh, you gotta do it right. Finally, after an eternity, he put it down. But then he just began writing on it, changing things as he thought appropriately. I sighed again. Then again for good measure, and Irvine practically stood up and sat back down to get comfortable. Then Squall sighed, and I knew we were in trouble. He looked up, then shook his head.

“Report,” he said with his characteristically soft voice. I sighed, but before I could start telling the story, Irvine jumped in, no doubt afraid I would put too much blame on him.

“The mission to retrieve information as to the dealers and feeders that went to the group known as “Hex” failed,” Irvine said. “We received word of the password, as directed by SeeD. However, because of a mistake I made, we were quickly discovered and forced to act or lose our lives. Thus, we destroyed everyone within the complex and left before any of the group’s allies could become aware of our presence. We returned quickly here.” Squall looked at me for confirmation and I nodded. He sighed again.

“…I’m… surprised, actually,” he said, and I had to force myself to relax because I realized that I was tense. Squall is one of the scariest forces of nature ever. “If you were any other people, I would take some kind of repercussive action. However…” He stood. “It does not matter to me. This only opened up three more opportunities for us, in actuality.” I blinked, eyes widening. He pulled open a drawer in the desk, bending down to do so, dark eyes revealing nothing, and plopped down a folder on the desk. “Four other towns are having problems with the shoot-offs of this very group. Now that you have stirred them, there will be more problems, and since we have no doubt effectively quelled the problem in Dollet,” he tapped the folder, “I doubt it would be an obvious choice for the others to pursue us as well.”

“Wait a damn minute,” I asked. “Are you telling me you picked us out because you knew we’d screw up?” He lifted one eyebrow in amusement and then shook his head.

“No. In all actuality, I did not become aware of the extent of this group’s reach until after you left. So really, it was only a lucky strike. Which doesn’t change the fact that you both screwed up,” he added when Irvine sat back as if he’d planned the whole thing. “Not to mention that it will take careful negotiations to manipulate this into our favor. As it stands, neither of you will be praised, or punished. However, you will both be called in to assist in any endeavors made in any other towns because of lack of information caused by your slip up. Dismissed.” He sat back down as if we were already gone, and Irvine and I disappeared, happy to oblige.

“That was SO fuckin’ close!” Irvine cheered as we were effectively out of earshot of his secretary (who had given us pitying looks on our way out). “I thought he was gonna eat our brains, man!”

“Yeah,” I said, sighing in relief. “He’s so damn scary like that!” Irvine laughed.

“You guys ever play guy-in-charge like that in bed?” I looked at him, and he winked, completely eager for my answer. I shrugged.

“Not yet, but I bet it’d be fun.” He smirked.

“You’re the best, man. You answer and you don’t scream at me.” We entered the SeeD lounge and found ourselves some seats. “It’s gettin’ late. Coupla hours from now, ya wanna go for an after-slaughter drink or twenty? Good game or two of quarters*?”

“Sure!”

“So, tell me, man,” he asked conspiratorially, “ever dress up for him?” I looked up at him in confusion. “Aw, come on. You know what I mean.”

“Irvine, man, you oughta know I’m not as well-versed in sex games as you are.” He laughed.

“Yeah, I bet you aren’t,” he dropped it from there. “Gotta be pretty creepy when your boyfriend’s your boss. Isn’t there some kinda rule against that?” I shrugged. “Well, I mean, does it ever affect your love life? I mean, if you screw up is he not gonna sleep with ya that night or somethin’?”

“Hell no, we never have those kinds of problems. He’s one person on the job; he’s another person when we’re alone. You can’t tell me you could go drinkin’ with the guy you saw in there.” He shook his head.

“No, can’t say I much like that pole-in-the-ass. He’s not much different off the job, but at least he’s nicer.”

“Yeah.” I knew what he meant. When Squall was in charge, he looked on everyone as a man in charge. It was like Cid giving Edea detention- he wasn’t picky. He was perfect for the job. It was pretty scary, knowing that loving him gave him more power over me. The harshest word and it’d hurt like hell; but that was the price, I guess. Gave me more incentive not to screw up.

A few hours of messing around and we wound up in the bar. A few hours of messing around at the bar and we were plastered. A few hours of being plastered and Irvine started asking questions. A few hours of asking questions and I was giving answers.

“So,” Irvine asked, “what about this… Ever try dressin’ up for ‘im?” I shook my wobbly head.

“What the hell d’you mean, Irvine? Like, puttin’ on my SeeD uniform er somethin’?” He shook his head, laughing as if that was the best joke I could have made.

“No no no no no, mannn… I mean, like… *dressin’ up for ‘im*!”

“Dude, you just said that and it still doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense,” I answered, downing another shot. It was pretty good.

“You should like, put on a skirt, man. That’s what I’m getting’ at.” He drank some more, and swiftly.

“Wha… why the hell would I do that?!”

“’Cuz it’s sexy, dumbass.” Irvine nodded like a genius, and it’s amazing how convincing that action can be. “You should do it.”

“But where’m’I gonna get a fuckin’ skirt?”

“I got one that’ll look pretty suuuweeet on you, man.” He nodded, pointing a finger at me. “Jus’ you wait an’ see.”

The next afternoon (as the previous night was blurry) I was sitting in the dorm Squall and I shared staring at a small skirt. It was green and blue plaid- some sort of schoolgirl skirt. Irvine had insisted that Squall would like it, sending me on my way with it so that I would have it later when I could use it.

Squall wouldn’t return until later tonight. I have maybe three hours to put this on and get ready for him… But how do I *do* that?

I could shave my legs. I’ve done *that* before, but I don’t know if he liked it. I’m naturally pretty hairless, so I doubt he noticed it much. I should just do it again.

I ran the bathwater, deciding against bubbles *this* time. I need to see under the water… Oh well, there’ll be more time for bubbles later. I got naked and got the towels together, then pulled out the bottle of lotion and a razor from under the sink. Squall never asked why I had it, but that’s probably because he knew. I set to work.

It took me a while to shave every bit of hair from myself, but I finished up quick enough. I took a shower to get the hair from my body and then I went back into my room. I stared at the skirt for a while. Should I even bother to wear underwear, if I was trying to be sexy for him? Hm… Nah. No need for that nonsense. I slipped the skirt on and then looked through the other things Irvine had given me when we were stone drunk last night (and had called to reinforce that I do this morning). A pair of strappy… heels I suppose. I put my feet into the bottoms but from there I got lost. What the hell is with all these little pieces? I’ve seen something like this before… I guess I should wrap ‘em around my legs or somethin’… but… Aw, hell. I’ll just twist ‘em every which way and hope it comes out alright. I undid the things and then tied them up at the top. That didn’t work. So I wrapped them around my legs and that didn’t work either, and I don’t know why. So I undid them and stared at them for a bit… that didn’t do much good. So I took them off and stared at them some more, and that didn’t help at all. So I picked up the phone and called Irvine.

“Talk to me, love,” Irvine said.

“Irvine, don’t pretend like you expected a hot girl to call or somethin’. I *know* you’ve got call I.D.” I nudged one of the overly-elaborate foot coverings with my left foot.

“I didn’t expect it, I knew a hot girl was calling. Hey, Zell!” I snorted at him. “Yeah yeah, same to you, love. So what’s up? How’s the whole experiment comin’ along?”

”It’s not, man. I can’t get these damn shoes to work.” Irvine laughed.

“Yeah, I probably should’ve shown you how to put ‘em on in the first place. Mind if I come over?”

“Only if you promise not to try an’ make out with me.” He laughed, and then sounded aghast.

“I would never do such a thing! Heh, alright, maybe I would, but you don’t screw a guy who’s getting’ pretty for another guy. Ruins the effect.” He laughed. “I’ll be there in like, a second, what with me bein’ across the hall an’ everything.”

“Right.” I hung up the phone and sure enough, he was ringing the door chime not a few moments later. I got up and opened the door.

“What took you so long?” I asked as I ushered him inside before anyone could see me.

“Had to explain to Selphie why I said the words guy and guy like that in one sentence.” I groaned.

“What did you tell her?”

“Absolutely nothing. But I will tell you this,” he said as he marched himself into our shared bedroom. “She wants pictures.”

“Goddamnit, Irvine, I didn’t want Selphie to know!”

“Well, I don’t see what’s wrong with it. You know how that girl’s sweet on anything that involves two guys doin’ more than sittin’ in the same room. Swear to Hyne she totally dreams about you guys at night.” I sighed.

“Just had to tell her, didn’t you?”

“Hey, had to give her a new fantasy. Right, so this would be the problem?” He asked as he held up a… shoe-thing.

“Yes! Yes, that’s the problem! Of course it’s the problem! What the HELL am I supposed to do with it?” He smirked and gestured for me to sit on the edge of the bed. I did and he took my left foot in his hand.

“Nice legs you got there.” He ran a finger along my lower leg and then slid my foot into the bottom of the shoe effortlessly. “Nice touch.” He did up the straps to the shoe in a criss-crossing pattern and put them together somewhere halfway between my foot and knee. “See? Not so hard.”

“Girls are really damn weird. And how did you know my shoe size?”

“I’m an assassin, dumbass. You’re supposed to know everything about everyone around, in case you have to find ‘em again.” He had a point, there. He did the shoe up on my other foot and stood me up. “You look nice without a shirt on, but I think it’d be better if we put one on you. Does he have any shirts that you like?” I blinked.

“Well there’s this one shirt he never wears…” I said and went to his closet on the funky shoes. It was like balance testing- you had to be careful with every step. “Here,” I pulled out a white t-shirt almost exactly like every other one he wears, except it was made of a shimmering material. Sort of like he got it by accident… I held it up.

“Well, damn. If I knew you had that, I woulda gotten you a black leather skirt instead and you could play like you were trying to be his sexy ass.” I looked up in mild surprise. “Oh hells yes I think his ass is hot. But,” he shrugged, “it’s not mine for the takin’ anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I totally could’ve bagged him if you hadn’t got there first, man, and I would’ve.” He smirked evilly. “But I bet he’s not into the one-night-stand types, huh?” I blinked, shocked.

“I have absolutely no idea.” And I don’t like that.

“Aa, well, forget it. No use now.” He was rummaging through my bathroom now. “Oooh, nice shavin’ cream you got here.”

“Shut up!”

“I should confiscate it and show it to Seifer.” He smirked and came back out of the bathroom. “I wouldn’t do that to you, man. So let’s see… Um, I guess you should just do up your hair like normal and call it a day. No make-up ‘round here, and even if there was I don’t know if he’s the type… He probably is… but I can’t confirm it. Right. How much longer ‘til he gets here?” I looked at the clock.

“Maybe thirty minutes.” He nodded and followed me into the bathroom where I began to do my hair. It takes less time to do than it does to say I’m doing it.

“Wow. Hope you can find a good way to waste time, then. Maybe light some candles or something?” I shrugged. “Does he like candles?”

“He prefers candlelight to normal light. But he prefers the dark to that.”

“Does he like to watch you when you’re havin’ sex or not?” I blinked.

“Well, yeah. He’s… said as much…” I felt myself blushing and tried to ignore the smirk Irvine was giving me. “Yeah.”

“So, he likes to see. Rules out darkness, let’s go with candles.” He stood up. “You have some, right?”

“Yeah, we’ve got some…” I moved into the bathroom and pulled out a huge bag of tea lights. “We keep them for late nights. He has this thing with his eyes…”

“What thing?”

“Hates strong light at night. He sees too well and light too bright takes him too long to adjust, or gives him a headache.”

“Didn’t know that.”

“It’s one of the reasons he hates Esthar so much. Those people like light so much it’s a wonder any of us got any sleep.” I was setting them around the room.

“I thought he just hated it there because of Laguna. He’s said he hates the guy.”

“He does,” I answered, clearly remembering how easily pissed off Squall can get when he’s anywhere near the president of Esthar. “I don’t know why, though. Laguna likes him well enough; it’s just that Squall can’t stand him.”

“Well, Loire gets on my nerves sometimes, too. Somethin’ about him just rubs me the wrong way.” I moved into the living room with the candles and started setting them out. It’s almost 11:30. Squall almost always gets back at exactly 11:30. Ten minutes until he gets here.

“Start lightin’ ‘em. He’ll be here in like, ten minutes.” We went around the rooms, lighting the candles. When we did, I turned the lights off and stood next to Irvine wearing a skirt and high heels in a candle-lit room. “Irvine. You make everything feel weird.”

“Are you sure that’s *weird*, baby, and not, *sexy*?”

“Shut up, Irvine,” I told him and pushed him out the door. On the way, through his laughter, he reminded me to put Squall’s shirt on, and then reminded me to get back inside before the Disciplinary Committee goes down the hall and sees me blatantly breaking dress code. I slammed the door to that reply, hoping it seemed more like I was slamming the door on him. The last thing I needed was to be seen around campus in a skirt.

I went into the bedroom and pulled Squall’s shirt on. Then looked myself over in the candle-lit mirror over the bed. (That was my installation, baby.) I didn’t know if he was going to go for this sort of thing or not. I wonder what he’ll do if he doesn’t like it? Will he laugh? Or will he just stand there and gape at me. I don’t know… Maybe I’ll be so humiliated I can’t show my face for days. Maybe I’ll be so humiliated that I can’t ever see *him* again!

…But what if he does like it? Oh man, that sounds like a good thought. If he does like it, what’ll he do? He might just walk in, look me over, and *pounce*. Mmmm, pounce is a fun word. I like that thought. “What happened after I left last night?” Irvine’ll ask. “Squall came home and totally *pounced* on me.” Yeah. I definitely like that thought.

Just one look and he’s all over me. Nnn, definitely nice. And then his mouth on mine… and his hard body against me… It’s giving me shivers just thinking about it. Damn, maybe I shouldn’t think about it, if he’s going to be here any second. I don’t know if I want him to find me all *kinds* of ready. Ready to be pounced on. That would really, really be nice. Yeah. He hasn’t seen much of me lately. I wonder if he’s missed me in a more physical way than I thought. What if he’s had dreams about this sort of thing…?

It was just about then I realized I was laying on our bed, in a skirt, with candles everywhere staring at myself in the mirror on the ceiling. This would probably be an erotic enough scene for a guy like me to get himself off on if he was alone… Do I want Squall to walk in here on me like this? Mmm. What if he walked in and I *was* touching myself? If I walked in on him like that, I would probably *pounce*. If he needs help, I would definitely be willin’ to give it to him.

I kinda wanted to find out what would happen, but I knew better. That’s way too embarrassing. Not that I’m not ready for manual manipulation. It’s just that I don’t want him to think that I’ve been… using up everything that he could have fun with. So I started to sit up-

When I realized Squall was standing in the doorway.

Bastard’s always been able to sneak up on me, but I didn’t realize he could come into his own house so silently. He was standing in the doorway, one hand on the frame and the other hanging from his pocket. Staring at me. Eyes narrowed. Shit, I think he’s pissed off. Why would he be pissed off? Did he see Irvine leave and think somethin’ was up? No, he knows better. What is it, then? He started walking towards me. Shit, I think he’s pissed! What did I do? Is this for what happened yesterday? I know he didn’t come home last night, but that’s normal when he has a lot of paperwork- he just gets a nap in his office and keeps on workin’! So maybe he’s pissed off at me! He knelt one leg on the bed and leaned over me, his mere presence pushing me back without touching me. His eyes were narrowed and locked on mine. What is he going to do? What is he doing?

I suddenly felt his hand on my leg, moving its way upward towards my skirt. What the hell!? Oh… Hyne, what is he doing? His hand is moving under my skirt, he’s… nnn, what the hell… he’s touching me; he’s encircling my shaft with his hand. I let out a deep breath and my head fell backwards.

“Hello, Zell,” he said softly, as if he was completely in control. He was. His other knee swung over my leg and positioned itself firmly between my knees. He was curled over me like a cat that had just… nnnn… pounced… “Miss me?”

“Ahhh,” I managed to say articulately. His hand was thrusting gently.

“I missed you too,” he growled. His mouth met mine and he forcefully claimed me in that kiss, completely in control of everything here. I cried out as his hand quickened its pace, and then stopped. He was definitely going to take me, right now, like this… “You’re beautiful, Zell,” he said softly to my ear, his breath making me shudder. He was quickly out of his belts, and I watched him with my legs spread wide as he stood beside the bed, slowly unzipping his belt to reveal the valley of pale flesh leading down. But instead of finishing taking them off, he took off his jacket and dumped it on the floor. Then, he took off his shirt, just how I like it and giving me a look that he knows what he’s doing to send an extra wave of arousal through me. His dark hair came out of the shirt tousled and beautiful, his necklace chiming against itself as it fell to his skin. He finally hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his pants and slowly shirked them, eyes still on me in my grounded state.

I took in a deep breath when I saw how aroused he was. He was ready, and I realized that he really *did* enjoy finding me like that. Swiftly, he pulled a bottle of lotion from the bedside table and flipped some lotion into his hands. Then, I got to watch as he stood there, eyes on me as he touched himself in long, smooth motions. It was something I’d never seen before, and it nearly made me jump him to see his body reacting to his own hands. I would’ve given anything to brush them aside but for some reason I couldn’t tear my eyes away to move.

He finally let himself go, letting me see his muscles spasm at the sudden stop, and he again climbed atop me. He prepared me swiftly, not drawing out any of the thrusts of his fingers deep within. Finally, after all this preparation, he was pushing into me, his hand already over my shaft. I growled as he pushed deeper, his hand slowly pumping me once with the motion. He bent over me, kissing me roughly, pulling out and thrusting deep within again. I couldn’t fight him if I wanted to as he took me.

His thrusts at first were slow and extremely deep. He found that spot deep within me that made my whole body spasm so quickly it was as if he was returning home; it was something he was born knowing how to do. I cried out each time he struck it, a deep, throaty sound, and I think that only spurred him on.

His thrusting increased pace, slowly getting faster, and I was thankful for how slowly he went just as I was cursing him for holding me in arousal for so long. At one point, my eyes fluttered open and I caught a glimpse of his body moving against mine. It made me moan and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the image above me; beautiful Squall thrusting into me, his left hand stroking me, his right hand visible to the side of my shoulder. His head was buried next to my neck as my body bent at a strange angle against his so that he could be pressed against me, my shoes digging into his lower back. When I moaned, he had sped up significantly, instead of in the slow way he had been pursuing before. He continued to strike within me, and I cried out again, clenching around him. He sped up more, a soft sound escaping his lips as if air, but I could make out the moan that had come out on that breath. He was close, and I knew it, and I exploited that knowledge with each thrust.

I was getting closer to the peak, I could feel it. My body was starting to shake, my hips were starting to thrust back against his. He was gaining speed, hands stroking me harder and faster with each motion and I wanted to cry out, and did, my body quivering. He was taking me harder now, faster, each motion pinning me to the mattress and leaving me absolutely no way to escape. I wanted it, and I told him so.

“Fuck me, Squall,” I said softly and he moaned in response, body speeding up. “Come on,” I said, spurring him on. “Do it to me, Squall. Fuck me,” I cried out, moaning at the end of that word, and I felt him beginning to shake just as I was. He was close too, but drawing it out, holding on as long as he could. “Nnn, Squall!” I cried out, watching his body strive against mine in the mirror above us, candle-light etching every muscle and every bone of his back, flickering and swaying as if in time with our bodies. I heard him moan, and at that sound I came, body shivering through the fire that raced through my veins and through Squall’s hand, each nerve alight like the candles around us. Just as my quaking took my voice away, Squall’s was heard as a shuddering cry against my ear, and that seemed to make it last all the longer for his voice.

He collapsed against me, finally, after what felt like the longest orgasm I’d ever experienced suspended between Squall and an image of us. He had pulled himself out of me, slowly, and now lay next to me panting, his eyes shut tight. He was trying to regain his control, and I hadn’t seen him lose it like that since the first time he’d ever touched me. I reached over to stroke his over-sensitized skin and felt his muscles quiver beneath my touch. He was beautiful when he wasn’t hidden behind his own control.

“God, Squall,” I said softly. We lay there panting for a little while, finally regained our breath, and lay there recovering even longer.

“Mmm,” he said as I ran a hand along his stomach.

“Did you… like what you saw,” I asked gently. He shuddered under my touch again, but this time it was from the stimulus of my words.

“Yes,” he replied after a moment. “You have no idea. Where did you get those shoes?”

“Hn, nowhere. Why?” He smiled softly.

“Because I’m going to have bruises…”

“Oh baby!” I said apologetically. He grinned a tiny bit.

“Oh, Zell, you don’t get it…” He turned to face me, his dark eyes burning into mine as the firelight caught them. “I won’t mind a damn bit.”

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Please leave me a review, I live for them. And uh, sorry for that part where it looks like Irvine is about to screw Zell. I kinda… took out some stuff that made it worse, and so I hope it’s alright now. Irvine/Zell’s aren’t what I do, ya know?


Lion

PS, if you liked this, it’s part of a series!!! “Request” is Squall in a skirt. “Kohl” is Seifer! Thanks!