Functions / Predator
Title: Functions
Characters/Pairings: Laguna, mention of Kiros
Team: Balamb G
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: It's still a small hell.
It didn't matter how good Laguna looked in a suit and tie, he loathed these functions.
Barely a quarter of the way in, he spilled red sauce on his tie. Of course it couldn't be seen on a black tie but he knew it was there and it caused him to pout at the shrimp cocktails.
He danced, when asked, with a nervous smile and a leg that was bordering on cramping. The President willed it to cramp to get out of dancing.
Every chance possible, he asked Kiros to save him from this hell and got a smirked response.
Title: Predator
Characters/Pairings: Zell, Seifer
Team: Balamb G
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes:
Zell tried to be still, to be quiet, as the large predator waited for something - anything from the fighter.
It was only time that ticked on.
Both remained still, waiting for the other to crack, to do something, to move, to breathe wrong before they would pounce or run.
Zell watched as lips were licked and neck muscles worked through a swallow and thoughts that he would be next going filled his head.
This moment in time, Zell thought is utter hell; worse than any shitty training exercise.
And then it got worse.
"Come on chickie. I won't bite, hard."
Characters/Pairings: Laguna, mention of Kiros
Team: Balamb G
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: It's still a small hell.
It didn't matter how good Laguna looked in a suit and tie, he loathed these functions.
Barely a quarter of the way in, he spilled red sauce on his tie. Of course it couldn't be seen on a black tie but he knew it was there and it caused him to pout at the shrimp cocktails.
He danced, when asked, with a nervous smile and a leg that was bordering on cramping. The President willed it to cramp to get out of dancing.
Every chance possible, he asked Kiros to save him from this hell and got a smirked response.
Title: Predator
Characters/Pairings: Zell, Seifer
Team: Balamb G
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes:
Zell tried to be still, to be quiet, as the large predator waited for something - anything from the fighter.
It was only time that ticked on.
Both remained still, waiting for the other to crack, to do something, to move, to breathe wrong before they would pounce or run.
Zell watched as lips were licked and neck muscles worked through a swallow and thoughts that he would be next going filled his head.
This moment in time, Zell thought is utter hell; worse than any shitty training exercise.
And then it got worse.
"Come on chickie. I won't bite, hard."