She can’t stand how he’s so damn smug, how he thinks just ‘cause he’s got a year up on her that his word is law. Even if he’s assigned as leader, you can’t always be right: and you don’t have to be a suck up, either. He takes every command given like it’s the only way, like he couldn’t even dream of another path.
But Yuffie? She’s all dreams and nightmares in once-- the fairies he’s been warned of, she swears she’s one, and the hums she emits buzz more than just Squall’s ears. A filthy tongue and worse demeanor, wrapped up in unbuttoned blouse and unzipped shorts--she cares not about this school’s dress codes, and do any of the SeeDs, really?--which are wrapped around the lion’s waist as she sits in his lap, a perch of throne all her own.
Tame her? As if. Even if the Headmaster demands it, Yuffie’ll show him that he has his hands full with this mission, shouldn’t even attempt it. I’ll fuck you up, she’d warned. Don’t even try.
But here he is anyway, hands in back pockets and lips pressed against her own in heated breaths and curious nips. She’s not particularly nice when it comes to this sort of thing; rather rough and undefined like rare material plucked out of the wild, just as she was. She knows she’s a prize-- but still hopes he places a high enough value on her, makes this worthwhile.
「 I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, Squall. Better back down now. 」
a reply to // @masterofellipsis
