Spark: Irvine/Squall, PG.
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Title: Spark
Author: Guenhwyvar
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Rating: PG. Fluff.
Notes: Gift fic for scribblemoose; for the great time we all had at Ayacon, and for packages of lovely stuff. Enjoy hon.
Distribution: As is scribbles' want. :)
Spark
Squall leaned against the balcony railings and took a deep breath of the blessedly cool night air. The music from the Garden Festival party that was in full swing in Balamb Garden's main ballroom was still audible even through the closed doors behind him, muffled to a deep bass thumping. The moon loomed huge and full overhead, the lights of Balamb Town twinkled in the distance, and below him Garden's reflection glimmered on the rippling waters of the lake that a few months ago had been a huge crater blasted by Galbadian missiles.
Squall stretched a kink out of his neck, and sighed silently to himself.
Just a few short months since the defeat of Ultimecia, and all the strange events that had precluded it - from an innocuous mission to aid Timber in it's struggle for independence, to the strange events of Esthar, Adel, and Time Compression.
It hadn't even ended there. It had seemed like no sooner had they returned to Garden than SeeD was needed for a hundred new missions, from the clean-up of the Lunar Cry and aiding in the rebuilding of the Garden in Trabia, to moderating the seemingly endless arguments between Esthar and Deling about the future of the monstrous Lunatic Pandora...all things Squall had had to take a lead in, since he was still Commander and all. In truth, he didn't mind the job so much now, and he had support - Cid, Matron, his friends, and Rinoa.
Rinoa. He owed her so much. She'd helped him open up again, helped him feel instead of cutting himself off. Because of her he was learning to build friendships and rely on others instead of having the weight of the world on his own shoulders. Because of her he actually wanted to have friends, even though the rest of the gang had cared for him regardless and followed him - literally - to the end of the world, he was starting to show them he cared too.
Some of them had been surprised, and perhaps even a little disappointed, that Rinoa and himself had never made the leap from friendship into romance. Squall had felt a touch guilty about that. He cared for Rinoa a great deal; she was his confidant and his best friend, and yes he loved her - the same way he loved Sis, and Matron. There just hadn't been the spark they had both wanted to take things further. In fact, Squall was slowly coming to the conclusion he didn't have... those kind of feelings for any girl.
As it was, she had now been dating Zell for two months. Poor guy had always been crazy about her but thought he'd never stood a chance against Squall. When he realized Squall wasn't even in the picture, he'd still asked the Commander's permission to date the young Sorceress. Squall had found that both incredibly respectful and more than a little amusing.
His revere was interrupted by a brief surge of noise as the balcony doors opened, the music becoming loud and clear for a moment before the doors swung shut and reduced it to a muffled thumping again.
Footsteps echoed across the flagstones, and a figure leaned itself against the balcony next to him.
"Gil for your thoughts?" asked a familiar voice with a heavy Galbadian accent.
"Nothing much, Irvine." Replied Squall, turning his head slightly to look at the tall cowboy propped up against the railings, amused for a moment that his ever-present hat was missing. Quite possibly Selphie was wearing it again. "Just... things," He added.
"They're missin' you in there, y'know. Ellone says you promised her a dance." Irvine chuckled.
"Yeah, I know... I just wanted some air for a minute." Said Squall. Ellone would get her dance, he could never disappoint Sis, he'd just felt very crowded. Tonight it seemed like everyone and their brother wanted to talk to him or shake his hand or ask him questions. Even months later everyone still wanted to meet the world's saviour.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, just a bit... peopled out, I guess," Offered Squall, not really knowing how else to describe how he felt. Irvine chuckled again.
"Still not used to bein' a hero, are you?"
Squall gave him a brief glare, then shook his head resignedly and went back to staring at the water. He'd never been comfortable with that label. Irvine pointedly ignored the sharp look and settled next to him, arms folded on the railing. He never seemed to be affected by Squall's shifting moods. Sometimes Squall was grateful for that; there were still times when he wanted to retreat into his shell, just for a little while, but he didn't truly want to be alone either. Irvine's quiet but supportive presence was sometimes all he needed. The cowboy didn't talk his ear off or crowd him or make him try and open up again instantly, he simply stayed close enough that Squall knew he was there if he suddenly decided he wanted to talk, or play cards, or go training at three in the morning because he was restless and couldn't sleep. All of which they had done at some time.
They spent several minutes in silence before Irvine spoke again.
"Squall darlin', why do you find it so hard to believe how amazin' you are?" he asked quietly. Squall looked at him.
"I don't feel like someone amazing. I'm just me." He said quietly.
"You've defeated sorceresses and saved worlds. Not many people can say that." said Irvine with a grin.
"I didn't do it alone."
"Maybe not. But you lead, and we followed you willingly."
"I only did what had to be done, Irvine. I never set out to be a leader. I sure never envisioned being in charge of all this..." he shrugged, gesturing at the imposing walls of Garden around them.
"Doesn't make it any less amazin'. Sometimes simply doin' the right thing is the hardest thing in the world. But you do it, all the time - and without even thinkin', because it's who you are. That makes you truly a hero, darlin'."
Squall dropped his eyes, an unfamiliar blush touching his cheeks.
Irvine caught his jaw and gently tipped his head up, smiling softly at him. Something about that small gesture made Squall's breath catch in his throat. He couldn't help but notice how dark Irvine's eyes looked in the moonlight, deep and smoky and seeming to look right through him, making him feel uncharacteristically weak and strangely wonderful all at once. His hand reflexively curled tight around the balcony railing.
"Let me show you just how amazin' I think you are, darlin'." said the cowboy softly. Squall swallowed hard. Irvine waited.
Squall felt lost. He'd never thought about anything more than friendship with Irvine, even as he'd started to understand himself what his preferences were, and yet...
"I think... I think I'd like that," he whispered at last, offering Irvine a tiny smile.
The cowboy smiled in return, warmth lighting his eyes. Squall let the light touch of his fingers guide him in as Irvine dipped his head, and kissed him.
His mouth felt soft against Squall's, firm but undemanding, and teasing in a way that made his lips tingle.
It felt like a spark.
Feedback and random comments gratefully accepted. ^_^
scribblemoose. ^_^Title: Spark
Author: Guenhwyvar
Pairing: Irvine/Squall
Rating: PG. Fluff.
Notes: Gift fic for scribblemoose; for the great time we all had at Ayacon, and for packages of lovely stuff. Enjoy hon.
Distribution: As is scribbles' want. :)
Spark
Squall leaned against the balcony railings and took a deep breath of the blessedly cool night air. The music from the Garden Festival party that was in full swing in Balamb Garden's main ballroom was still audible even through the closed doors behind him, muffled to a deep bass thumping. The moon loomed huge and full overhead, the lights of Balamb Town twinkled in the distance, and below him Garden's reflection glimmered on the rippling waters of the lake that a few months ago had been a huge crater blasted by Galbadian missiles.
Squall stretched a kink out of his neck, and sighed silently to himself.
Just a few short months since the defeat of Ultimecia, and all the strange events that had precluded it - from an innocuous mission to aid Timber in it's struggle for independence, to the strange events of Esthar, Adel, and Time Compression.
It hadn't even ended there. It had seemed like no sooner had they returned to Garden than SeeD was needed for a hundred new missions, from the clean-up of the Lunar Cry and aiding in the rebuilding of the Garden in Trabia, to moderating the seemingly endless arguments between Esthar and Deling about the future of the monstrous Lunatic Pandora...all things Squall had had to take a lead in, since he was still Commander and all. In truth, he didn't mind the job so much now, and he had support - Cid, Matron, his friends, and Rinoa.
Rinoa. He owed her so much. She'd helped him open up again, helped him feel instead of cutting himself off. Because of her he was learning to build friendships and rely on others instead of having the weight of the world on his own shoulders. Because of her he actually wanted to have friends, even though the rest of the gang had cared for him regardless and followed him - literally - to the end of the world, he was starting to show them he cared too.
Some of them had been surprised, and perhaps even a little disappointed, that Rinoa and himself had never made the leap from friendship into romance. Squall had felt a touch guilty about that. He cared for Rinoa a great deal; she was his confidant and his best friend, and yes he loved her - the same way he loved Sis, and Matron. There just hadn't been the spark they had both wanted to take things further. In fact, Squall was slowly coming to the conclusion he didn't have... those kind of feelings for any girl.
As it was, she had now been dating Zell for two months. Poor guy had always been crazy about her but thought he'd never stood a chance against Squall. When he realized Squall wasn't even in the picture, he'd still asked the Commander's permission to date the young Sorceress. Squall had found that both incredibly respectful and more than a little amusing.
His revere was interrupted by a brief surge of noise as the balcony doors opened, the music becoming loud and clear for a moment before the doors swung shut and reduced it to a muffled thumping again.
Footsteps echoed across the flagstones, and a figure leaned itself against the balcony next to him.
"Gil for your thoughts?" asked a familiar voice with a heavy Galbadian accent.
"Nothing much, Irvine." Replied Squall, turning his head slightly to look at the tall cowboy propped up against the railings, amused for a moment that his ever-present hat was missing. Quite possibly Selphie was wearing it again. "Just... things," He added.
"They're missin' you in there, y'know. Ellone says you promised her a dance." Irvine chuckled.
"Yeah, I know... I just wanted some air for a minute." Said Squall. Ellone would get her dance, he could never disappoint Sis, he'd just felt very crowded. Tonight it seemed like everyone and their brother wanted to talk to him or shake his hand or ask him questions. Even months later everyone still wanted to meet the world's saviour.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine, just a bit... peopled out, I guess," Offered Squall, not really knowing how else to describe how he felt. Irvine chuckled again.
"Still not used to bein' a hero, are you?"
Squall gave him a brief glare, then shook his head resignedly and went back to staring at the water. He'd never been comfortable with that label. Irvine pointedly ignored the sharp look and settled next to him, arms folded on the railing. He never seemed to be affected by Squall's shifting moods. Sometimes Squall was grateful for that; there were still times when he wanted to retreat into his shell, just for a little while, but he didn't truly want to be alone either. Irvine's quiet but supportive presence was sometimes all he needed. The cowboy didn't talk his ear off or crowd him or make him try and open up again instantly, he simply stayed close enough that Squall knew he was there if he suddenly decided he wanted to talk, or play cards, or go training at three in the morning because he was restless and couldn't sleep. All of which they had done at some time.
They spent several minutes in silence before Irvine spoke again.
"Squall darlin', why do you find it so hard to believe how amazin' you are?" he asked quietly. Squall looked at him.
"I don't feel like someone amazing. I'm just me." He said quietly.
"You've defeated sorceresses and saved worlds. Not many people can say that." said Irvine with a grin.
"I didn't do it alone."
"Maybe not. But you lead, and we followed you willingly."
"I only did what had to be done, Irvine. I never set out to be a leader. I sure never envisioned being in charge of all this..." he shrugged, gesturing at the imposing walls of Garden around them.
"Doesn't make it any less amazin'. Sometimes simply doin' the right thing is the hardest thing in the world. But you do it, all the time - and without even thinkin', because it's who you are. That makes you truly a hero, darlin'."
Squall dropped his eyes, an unfamiliar blush touching his cheeks.
Irvine caught his jaw and gently tipped his head up, smiling softly at him. Something about that small gesture made Squall's breath catch in his throat. He couldn't help but notice how dark Irvine's eyes looked in the moonlight, deep and smoky and seeming to look right through him, making him feel uncharacteristically weak and strangely wonderful all at once. His hand reflexively curled tight around the balcony railing.
"Let me show you just how amazin' I think you are, darlin'." said the cowboy softly. Squall swallowed hard. Irvine waited.
Squall felt lost. He'd never thought about anything more than friendship with Irvine, even as he'd started to understand himself what his preferences were, and yet...
"I think... I think I'd like that," he whispered at last, offering Irvine a tiny smile.
The cowboy smiled in return, warmth lighting his eyes. Squall let the light touch of his fingers guide him in as Irvine dipped his head, and kissed him.
His mouth felt soft against Squall's, firm but undemanding, and teasing in a way that made his lips tingle.
It felt like a spark.
Feedback and random comments gratefully accepted. ^_^
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Date: 2005-09-23 02:59 pm (UTC)It felt like a spark
It feels like the beginning to something wonderful! This was a great way to start a morning. Sweet and tender without being sappy. More, please. :D
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Date: 2005-09-23 04:51 pm (UTC)(came here from scribbles, btw ^_^)
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Date: 2005-09-24 12:45 am (UTC)That was very nice.
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