In the Wrist
FFVIII ItC Drabble for Scribbles
By Garden's gnome

Squall awoke, slowly shaking off the remnants of a wonderful dream where Irvine had proclaimed his love in front of the whole Garden before whisking him away for a night full of lovemaking in Squall’s apartment. Unwilling to give up the dream yet, Squall burrowed deeper into the soft blankets, snuggling closer to the warm body next to him.

Blue eyes flew open in shock as the brunette realised he was not alone in his bed. Someone was sitting next to him, warm, naked, and real.

“Mornin’ love,” came a soft drawl as Irvine pulled back the blanket from over Squall’s head.

Squall blinked and tilted his head to look up at the cowboy. Irvine smiled as he leaned down to brush his lips against the brunette’s brow, giving his lover a wink before turning his attention to the far end of the bed. The sniper’s arm moved in a small jerking fashion and there was a soft sound of something hitting the floor.

“Damn,” Irvine cursed quietly.

Curious, and knowing that there was no point in trying to recapture the dream when reality was better, Squall levered himself up to sit next to Irvine.

“What are you doing?” he asked, spotting Irvine’s hat at the base of the bed, playing cards lying around it.

“Well, those Card Club members were able to use their cards as a weapon. I just wanted to see if I could too.”

Squall frowned, remembering the stinging cut he had felt on his cheek when Marius had thrown a card at him. Nodding slowly, the brunette leaned across to grab a few cards from the sniper’s hand.

“Give me a try,” he said and tossed a card towards the hat.

The card flew off the end of the bed.

“Too much, Squall,” Irvine said, wrapping his throwing arm around his lover and cuddling him close. “Like this.”

Squall watched as Irvine gently flicked his wrist, the card in his fingers gliding straight into the hat and bouncing of the rim to hit the covers. A brow raised itself as Squall looked at Irvine.

“Well, guess I need some practice too,” the cowboy admitted with a small blush.

“Ask Nida,” Squall suggested, snuggling closer to Irvine now that he was in his arms.

“Okay,” Irvine agreed, tossing the cards onto the cover in favour of holding the brunette closer. “What do you want to do today?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Squall said, his voice a little muffled by the covers he was pulling back about them both.

“We do have to get up and eat sometime, love,” Irvine said as his stomach grumbled the lack of food.

Squall lay still for a few moments pondering the need for food over staying in bed all day with his lover.

“Shower first, then breakfast,” he said, tossing back the covers to walk naked to the doorway of the bathroom. He paused and looked back over his shoulder at Irvine, blue eyes darkening with desire.

“Join me?”