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Title: Late Morning Missions
Auhor: nanthimus
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Zell
Characters: Squall Zell
Rating: G
Theme: #32, coffee (for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
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Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue!
Zell crept into the large, dark bedroom he shared with Squall. It was ten AM on a beautiful Sunday morning, and Zell was on a mission to find his sneakers. Unfortunately, Sunday was the only day that Squall had off, and Zell certainly didn’t want to interrupt his sleeping; the main reason being, they’d run out of coffee.
Squall was rather grumpy before his morning coffee.
Hell, grumpier than usual, anyway, Zell thought, feeling ridiculous as he tiptoed around the large bed. Squall was an undefined lump, completely covered by the many soft, pale gray sheets. Zell could hear his slow, steady breathing.
Zell skulked to the side of the bed and cautiously knelt beside it. He lifted up the bed skirt and peaked underneath. Damn. Nothing. He sat up and glanced at the bed. And froze as he stared into the icy gray eyes of Squall.
“Ooohhh,” Zell breathed. “Man, did I wake you? Damn, I’m sorry, you know I was trying to be really quiet and you know I wouldn’t wake you up on purpose and I’m sorry man, seriously!”
Squall blinked, slow and languid. “Coffee,” he rasped out, and Zell stood, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Ah…I could go down to the cafeteria and get some,” he offered and Squall closed his eyes, thinking.
“No,” he muttered.
“No?” Zell repeated and Squall shook his head, grabbing Zell’s hand.
“Get in here,” he murmured, eyes closed as he dragged Zell down to the bed. Wrapping his arms around ell and throwing one strong leg across his thighs, Squall promptly went back to sleep.
Zell laid there for a moment before he shrugged and closed his eyes. Curling around Squall, he drifted off with just one parting thought:
Maybe running outta coffee isn’t so bad.
Auhor: nanthimus
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Zell
Characters: Squall Zell
Rating: G
Theme: #32, coffee (for
fated_children)Disclaimer: Don't own, not making money, please don't sue!
Zell crept into the large, dark bedroom he shared with Squall. It was ten AM on a beautiful Sunday morning, and Zell was on a mission to find his sneakers. Unfortunately, Sunday was the only day that Squall had off, and Zell certainly didn’t want to interrupt his sleeping; the main reason being, they’d run out of coffee.
Squall was rather grumpy before his morning coffee.
Hell, grumpier than usual, anyway, Zell thought, feeling ridiculous as he tiptoed around the large bed. Squall was an undefined lump, completely covered by the many soft, pale gray sheets. Zell could hear his slow, steady breathing.
Zell skulked to the side of the bed and cautiously knelt beside it. He lifted up the bed skirt and peaked underneath. Damn. Nothing. He sat up and glanced at the bed. And froze as he stared into the icy gray eyes of Squall.
“Ooohhh,” Zell breathed. “Man, did I wake you? Damn, I’m sorry, you know I was trying to be really quiet and you know I wouldn’t wake you up on purpose and I’m sorry man, seriously!”
Squall blinked, slow and languid. “Coffee,” he rasped out, and Zell stood, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Ah…I could go down to the cafeteria and get some,” he offered and Squall closed his eyes, thinking.
“No,” he muttered.
“No?” Zell repeated and Squall shook his head, grabbing Zell’s hand.
“Get in here,” he murmured, eyes closed as he dragged Zell down to the bed. Wrapping his arms around ell and throwing one strong leg across his thighs, Squall promptly went back to sleep.
Zell laid there for a moment before he shrugged and closed his eyes. Curling around Squall, he drifted off with just one parting thought:
Maybe running outta coffee isn’t so bad.