|hecatesbrat (hecatesbrat) wrote in ffviii_100,|
@ 2011-01-03 23:25:00
|Entry tags:||author: hecatesbrat, prompt: secret|
Title: Idle Threat
Team: Balamb G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Because everyone loves cuddling. EVERYONE. 'cept Squall. He's probably all grouchy. Grouch pot. He needs to be snuggled. I'm gonna stop rambling.
He was a dick most times: Arrogant and cocky. Rude and abrasive. The rest of the time he was just generally a jerk, until they had these moments. Small post-coital bliss filled slivers of time where his hand would move from cupping her breast to resting over her chest, his head over her heart, listening to the steady beat.
Her fingertips would trail over his broad back and he would give a contented sigh, glancing up at her with no trace of sneers or haughty smirks, just idle threats against her to keep his cuddling secret. Through laughter, she agreed.