FFVIII Drabble for Cat
By Garden's Gnome
“Does it hurt?”
Zell glared down at unhappy lavender eyes before looking over Irvine’s head, ignoring the cowboy’s question.
“Of course it bloody hurts! You stepped on my foot,” Zell hissed, eyes watching the other couples gliding past.
Irvine and Seifer had finally graduated and were now SeeD. Tonight would be their ceremony, followed by the usual ball. This meant dancing.
It also meant practicing dancing.
Zell sighed and watched as Seifer guided Quistis perfectly through the intricate steps, wishing he’d taken the opportunity to dance at his own graduation. But now it was too late. His attention jerked back to the man in front of him as he felt hands releasing laces.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Look Zell, I’m sorry I stepped on your foot. And I’m sorry that you have to be my partner so I can learn to dance but it’s not my fault that Selphie is busy dancing with Nida and Rinoa is providing the music for us to all dance to. We both know that Squall can dance but will only dance with Rinoa, so you’re stuck with me.”
“It’s not that…I like dancing with you. It’s just this is the only time we will be able to do this. I can’t even dance with you tonight,” Zell said with a quiet sigh that became a giggle as Irvine touched his bare foot. “Hey, that tickles.”
“I’m checking to make sure I didn’t break anything,” Irvine said as he carefully prodded Zell’s foot. “Looks fine,” he announced.
When Irvine remained kneeling on the floor, Zell looked down at him. “What?”
“It bothers you, doesn’t it?” Irvine asked quietly, placing a hand on the blonde’s knee.
“Well, we should’ve told them already. It’s been six months,” he whispered, blushing. “I want them to know that I’m yours,” Zell said solemnly as he gazed into Irvine’s eyes.
“You’re sure about this?” the sniper asked. “What if they don’t like it?”
“I don’t care,” the blonde growled quietly. “I love you and that’s all that matters.”
Irvine’s eyes widened slightly under the brim of his hat. Standing, he removed his hat and swept into a deep bow. Zell looked around, a bit worried at the cowboy’s actions. A hand hovering before face drew his attention back to Irvine.
“May I have this dance?” Irvine asked.
Zell placed his hand in Irvine’s and let the sniper pull him to his feet. But Irvine kept pulling and suddenly Zell found himself held tightly in a one-arm embrace and Irvine’s lips over his. Warm, dry lips that conveyed deep love as they moved possessively over his own.
A wolf whistle sounded and the two men broke apart, both blushing, but Irvine did not let go of Zell.
“You got a problem, Almasy?” Irvine asked.
Seifer just grinned and went back to dancing with Quistis.
“Guess I’ll be dancing with you tonight after all, love.”
Zell smiled as they began to dance again.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”