#leave it to me to turn a kiss into three paragraphs of squall's inner monologue

[grievehart-a]

a random ask from @fighterhcrt​ !!

there was a rosy hue dusting the apples of her cheeks as she approached him, ’ i just wanted to apologise for being a little absent… ’ business had gotten in the way of spending time with him & she felt the butterflies in her stomach the moment she saw his face. biting down on her lower lip as she timidly stepped closer, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment. pulling away but keeping close, she tenderly grabbed his hand and tilting her head. ’ forgive me? ’

          he’s wiping the bartop down when tifa approaches him. her absence had been noted, but not held against her. obligations and the work she gets up to outside of 7th Heaven are her own, and squall doesn’t consider himself to have any right to say anything about it considering all she’s done for him in these past months. squall hangs the rag on the edge of the sink before facing her and shaking his head, as if to say ‘it’s fine’. 

          it would be poetic to say that it all happened so quickly that squall was barely aware of the kiss until their lips met, but that would be untrue. from the moment tifa began to lean up to the moment she pulled away, squall was acutely aware of every second that passed. it feels strange to be kissing her. to be at peace. to not, for this moment, be worried about anything. it feels undeserved in a strange way. like he shouldn’t have been allowed to find this magical pocket of the universe away from ultimecia’s touch.

          of course, he voices none of this. he lets her linger on his lips, returning the kiss as long as she’s there, “....i was never upset to begin with. but sure. you’re forgiven.” he laces their fingers together, allowing himself to indulge in her presence, “marlene and denzel have missed you though.”