Seifer/Squall. Yum.

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Shall We?

It was agonizing to watch. Squall standing off to the side of the ballroom, while Rinoa danced with every male in sight. It was even more painful know that they had met at Squall's SeeD Acceptance Ball. He had a bitter look on his face. A cross between disgust and hurt. She saw it. She had to; she kept looking back every five minutes, after all. It was pathetic. Everyone knew it was all a ploy to hurt Squall, but no one said anything. What were they supposed to do when faced with a wide smile and nice tits? Shut up and dance, right? And of course there were those sob stories. The ones about Caraway's poor little princess and the big, bad Ice Prince. So that left Squall, the Great Commander who saved the world, standing alone when he should have been dancing.

She should've known it wasn't going to be an easy ride with him. I mean I told her enough when we were together about his icy exterior. But she didn't know the whole truth. She didn't understand that those fleeting smiles and soft chuckles were rarer than anything and worth their weight in gold. She couldn't know just how hard some people have worked to ever hear him laugh, let alone more than once.

Which is where I come in. Seifer Almasy, former fearsome Sorceress Knight, stuck at the booze table, drinking myself unconscious and watching Squall like he held the mysteries of life. He hadn't noticed me or my stare yet, luckily for my already withered pride. I didn't need him throwing those freezing words my way tonight. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to talk to him. No I already had way too much to drink. So I stagger forward, using all my prowess to sneak up behind him, and I slip an arm around his waist and lean down. He tenses but waits.

"Dance with me," I whisper huskily. He shivers slightly.

"Why?" Such a typical Squall response.

"To stick it to girlie, of course."

"…"

"Come on, Ice Princess, throw me a bone."

"Fine. You lead, I can't dance."

"Naturally."

I dropped what was left of my drink into a nearby trash can, and I drag Squall onto the dance floor. I meet Rinoa's eyes for a moment and grin smarmily as possible. She frowns and I stop, yanking Squall close. He glares slightly, but gets ready. A new, very slow song starts up, and I start to lead. Luckily my grace doesn't wane too much with my buzz. I lean close again and bring my lips to his ear.

"Smile, laugh. It'll piss her off." And to my surprise, he does. A semi-forced smile comes to his face, but from the way Rinoa's jaw drops, it's enough. I almost laugh at the reaction, but suddenly my world starts to blur. Something in his smile makes my heart flutter the way it did back when we were kids. That would be about the point where the alcohol started to fuck with my judgment. My eyes glazed and my eyelids droop. My lips part and my head unconsciously tilts slightly. And yet, amazingly, Squall follows my lead. And when our lips meet, the dance becomes something a lot more important than just pissing Rinoa off. But I'd like to add that she did shriek.