Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Famous last words ( Chapter 70 )

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights the poem that I used in here, that honor belongs to D. H. Lawrence.

 

 

Chapter 70: Famous last words

 

As they waited for Rufus Shinra and Kiros Seagill to arrive, Seifer turned to Squall and asked, “Do you actually think that this is a good idea?”

 

Squall knew what Seifer was referring to, the meeting that they were going to be having with Rufus Shinra and Kiros Seagill, like Seifer, he also didn't think it was a good idea. There would be no plausible explanation that he as Michelangelo Valentinius could give being seen in the company of two police officers, since Rufus and Kiros had both been pictured in the paper several times. Turning to Seifer he replied, “Let's get out of here. I'll call and cancel.” Flipping open his cell phone he called Kiros' private line and told him that at this time there was no way possible to meet with them. While he waited for Seifer to open the passenger door for him he placed the call to Cid on where to meet them.

 

After they met with Cid and had picked up the goodies that he had for them they drove to the Four Seasons where Seifer turned the car over to a valet.

 

Arriving at the reservation desk Squall gave the name Michelangelo Valentinius and pulled out one of the credit cards that Cid had provided.

 

The concierge ran the card and smiled warmly at the intense man that was standing across from her, “Yes Mr. Valentinius we have you booked in the Presidential Suite and hope that you enjoy your stay with us.” Even though she was very professional her thoughts were in turmoil. The brunet would be devastating if he smiled where the blond was golden and scrumptious. She signaled a bellhop over and told him which room they were in and smiled in appreciation at the retreating backs shaking herself to clear the thoughts of what either one of those bodies would feel like under her manicured nails and quickly got back to work.

 

When the elevator arrived at the top floor the bellhop sat the bags down in the doorway and started to depart, but was stopped when the brunet man pulled out his wallet and slipped a $50.00 into his palm.

 

“Thank you sir.” The bellhop replied to the tip turned and left the room, putting the keycard on the side table as he walked out.

 

As soon as the door closed Seifer let out a low whistle of appreciation and said, “I could get used to this.”

 

Squall bit back a chuckle and responded, “Could you now?”

 

Seifer continued to look around the suite and replied, “Oh yeah. So is this where you're going to bring me when you kidnap me?”

 

Squall shook his head and answered with a grin, “No! I have something more secluded then this in mind.” During one of his vacations he had needed to get a break from it all and had rented a cabin near Lake Tahoe. It would be perfect; it was rustic enough but had nice amenities as well, like electricity and indoor plumbing.

 

When they finished unpacking Seifer decided to avail himself on the hot tub and just relax for more then five and half minutes. Kicking back in the bubbly water he let the jets beat against his back, yes he could definitely get used to this. He had asked Squall if he wanted to join him and was a little disappointed when his lover had replied in the negative.

 

Seifer had watched through hooded eyes when Squall returned to the living room he had changed out of the suit he had been wearing earlier into a pair of dove gray trousers and a white cable knit sweater and was carrying the book of poetry that he had packed. Crossing over to the couch Squall kicked back and started to read, quickly losing himself in the book. He smiled inwardly at the serenity that was surrounding his boyfriend.

 

Pulling out of the hot tub Seifer picked up a towel and tied it around his waist, going into the bedroom he took a quick shower and got dressed then came back out to the living area of the suite walked over to where Squall was still reading and lay down on the couch resting his head on Squall's lap. Looking up he was happy to see those beautiful blue eyes that he loved so much shining down on him he said softly, “Read to me.”

 

Squall smiled down at the blond and started to read, he had just come to one of his favorite poems and when he started to read his voice soothing and melodic.

 

I never saw a wild thing

sorry for itself.

A small bird will fall frozen from a bough

without ever having felt sorry for itself.

 

As the afternoon progressed Squall continued to read to his lover, casually running his fingers through the blond's hair, only stopping to turn the page or take a sip of water. When he glanced down again he saw that Seifer had fallen asleep a smile of contentment on his sensual lips.

 

Closing the book Squall put it on the end table leaning down he softly pressed his mouth against his boyfriends. Seifer woke at the feeling of those warm lips against his own and reached up wrapped his arms around the brunet's neck and pulled him a little closer. Smiling he said, “I had forgotten how relaxing it was to have someone read to me.”

 

Squall pulled back a little and returned Seifer's smile with one of his own, “It was a pleasure. Are you hungry?”

 

Seifer stretched, covered his mouth and yawned, “A little.”

 

Squall stroked his fingers down the side of Seifer's face and said softly, “If you let me up I'll order room service. What would you like?”

 

“You.”

 

Squall laughed and said, “Other then me. If I remember correctly you said that I wasn't good sustenance.”

 

“No you said that what I said was that you were a tempting decadent dessert.” Standing up he stared down at Squall green eyes blazing with passion. Reaching down he yanked the brunet up and tossed him over his shoulder and carried him to the bedroom. Forgetting about food for the moment, both needing to fulfill a much deeper hunger.

 

When Squall woke the next morning he found that he was ravenous since he and Seifer didn't get around to eating the day before. He also found that Seifer was gone. Pulling out of the tangle of sheets he slipped on a pair of faded jeans and walked out of the bedroom.

 

He glanced around the huge room and saw that Seifer wasn't in it either, hearing noise from the other bedroom he padded softly over to the door and glanced in and saw his lover rolling around on the bed like a big golden kitten. He was a little dumbfounded and it was apparent in his voice when he asked, “What are you doing?”

 

Seifer looked up from the tangle of sheets and replied, “Making it look like both beds were slept in. Duh.”

 

Squall smirked then slid his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans pulling them down just a little and thrusting his hips forward he drawled, “Y'all know sumpin' for a big blond dumb Texan you can be purty smart sometimes.”

 

Seifer shot back, “Yes and for a diminutive indigenous West Coaster you can be concisely analytical should the occasion merit it.”

 

Squall's mouth dropped open, he knew that Seifer was smart, but there was no way in hell that he wanted him to have the last word. His eyebrows shot up and he sassed, “Well golly gee Seifer, I wasn't aware that you knew any four syllable words”.

 

“Are you saying I'm dumb?”

 

“Are you saying I'm short?”

 

Seifer was as unable to let it go as Squall and he was determined to win this silly game of one up-man-ship smirking at his lover he said sardonically, “Squally boy for someone who has a name that means a large violent storm you're as intimidating as a fart in a tornado.”

 

“I'll show you intimidating and don't call me Squally boy!” Squall growled right before he launched himself across the room and tackled Seifer to the mattress and started to rain kisses down on his lovers face.

 

Seifer quickly reversed their positions and he husked out, “About me knowing any four syllable words I know one that certainly pertains to us.”

 

Squall wrapped his jean-clad legs around Seifer's waist, moaned and blew a hot ragged breath in the blond's ear, “And what might that be?”

 

Seifer did wind up getting the last word when he groaned, “Insatiable.”