Warm lips pressed against Squall’s neck and he shivered as he felt the heat from those lips spread through his body from that point. Funny, he hadn’t realized he was cold before. Long arms wrapped around him and he leaned into them, just a little. Warm. A word synonymous in his mind with Irvine. He let that thought wrap around him like those arms and relaxed a little more, leaned in a little closer. He felt Irvine’s lips move against his neck, murmuring words he couldn’t quite catch. Talking through him. Into him.

Funny, he couldn’t remember ever being cold.