His mouth on her skin was foreign to her. Her breath caught in her throat she brought her hand up to his face, his dark brown hair grazing her fingers. Pulling away he looked down at her.

"How do we do this?" he asked.

"You can start by saying you're sorry." she spoke calmly.

He smiled and leaned down, grazing his lips across hers. "I'm sorry," he said, his hot breath on her mouth before he kissed her. "I'm sorry," he said again before placing a kiss on her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed. "I'm sorry," he said softer now, taking the zipper to her pink vest and dragging it slowly down, revealing a sheer black bra.

Her hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, reluctantly she touched the taught skin of his stomach, feeling him go rigid at this. His hand found her hair, threading his fingers through her silky locks his mouth moved farther down, kissing the skin of her ample breast that spilled from their restraints. She became bolder, her hands moving up his body under his shirt, tracing his well toned muscles, she grew hot at the feel of his skin.

"Can I touch you," He asked, his mouth trailing kisses over her chest.

"Always," she said with a sigh, her nails gently scratching over his skin.

With his free hand he cupped on of her breasts, kneeding it gently before he hooked a finger in the top of her bra and pulled it down. Her breast sprang free from the thin material. Squall instantly began to message her, bringing his mouth to her creamy skin, his tongue darted out, swirling around her dark nipple, causing her to moan. He then wrapped his lips around it and sucked methodically sending waves of pleasure over here where it rested between her legs. The feel and taste of her skin mixed with her soft moans aroused him. She looked every bit like a woman, stark contrast to Rinoa who had the body of a boy. He could feel the material of his jeans growing tight around his groin as he licked and sucked her skin.

"Please," she said, her hands finding the button of his pants, snapping them open.

"Please what?" He asked, flicking his tongue across her nipple, teasing her.

"Oh God." she said, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Tell me, tell me what you want, I want to hear you say it." he sucked long and hard.

"I want you to fuck me," she said, whimpering.

He smiled coming up to meet her face to face. "Not yet," he said with a smile.

He removed his jacket and placed it on the sandy grass next to hers. He then laid her on her back taking his place between her legs, spreading her open. He leaned down again, pulling the other side of her bra down he began to suck and lick her other breast with more hunger causing her to arch her back. His hand slid down her stomach, fingertips grazing the top of her underwear. An ache had begun to grow and she desparately needed him to quell it. Sensing the urgency in her his hand slid down between her legs, he felt the soft curls of her hair and upon further exploration, he discovered her to be soaking wet. She squealed a little as his rough fingers slid between her folds and rubbed her most sensitive spot.

"Is that good Quisty, do you want more," he taunted as he rubbed circles over her sex.

"Mmhmm," she moaned, her bottom lip caught in her teeth.

His fingers slid inside of her, feeling her tight hot core. His groin was throbbing, aching to be inside of her, he almost popped out of his pants, his fly already open thanks to her. She was moaning loudly now, her hips moving against him involuntarily. He sat up on his knees without saying a word he grabbed the waist of her jeans and roughly pulled them off of her. She was too flushed to notice. Pulling his pants down over his own hips his erection springing free. She looked up at him, his face held his signature look, intensity, but it was mixed with desire, it made her blood run hot. Her gaze raked down his body as he removed his shirt, her eyes coming to a halt on his massive shaft. She swallowed looking back up at him, he was smiling now. Without warning he came back down to her, placing a hand on the ground next to her head, with the other he aggressively pulled her panties to the side and with a swift motion buried himself inside of her.

She cried out, her back arching against him as his entire length sank into her, pain flickered over her face but was instantly followed by pleasure. Squall grunted and then sighed feeling her tight heat wrapping around him. He smoothed her hair as he withdrew and slid back inside of her, her legs spreading farther, trying to accommodate him.

"God you feel like heaven," he groaned as he began to piston into her, pivoting his hips, sliding his entire member into her repeatedly. He buried his face in her hair and breathed her in as he pushed into her over and over.

She tossed her head from side to side, the feeling of him inside of her was maddening, he was hitting a spot she didn't know she had, with every powerful thrust it drove her to the edge of madness.

He couldn't fathom what was happening, hearing Quistis moaning beneath him, feeling her squirming, how good she felt inside, he was kissing her neck aimlessly as his hips moved faster, slamming into her at an almost inhuman pace. Every time his hips connected with hers it knocked the breath from her lungs, euphoria danced around her head, she felt the buildup of her climax approaching rapidly.

"Squall," she moaned breathily.

"I know, I'm almost there," he said.

Groaning he slammed into her again and again, mere strokes later he buried himself inside her to the hilt and released, spilling himself into her. Her body went rigid as she came, clamping around him her eyes flew wide, her nails digging into his back as stars flashed in front of her eyes. They panted in the aftermath of their tryst. Taking their time, they stayed connected, kissing and petting one another, showering each other with years worth of lost affection.

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Now fully clothed, they laid there for hours talking about everything, the million reasons why they had never been together before. Squall knew that was his fault for the most part. They talked like she had always wanted to talk to him. He told her some of his fears, some of his secrets, and she told him practically all he wanted to know. She told him about her mini crush on Siefer before the war ordeal. He was such a bad ass, and she just wanted someone to fuck the shit out of her, so one day she almost asked him to, but didn't because she didn't want anything to jeopardize her make believe future with squall. She realized now that she would have made a big mistake.

She told him things about Fujin and Siefer, the pre-Rinoa details, and how she had all the dirt on the whole affair. and with the mention of Rinoa's name, Squall didn t even flinch, because it didn't matter now. He loved hearing her talk about all this, trivial stuff, but it was her voice that he loved the most, her unwavering voice, not girly, but deep and sensuous. He told her that he always thought Selphie was a cutie, and that he thought Quistis would end up with Irvine before Selphie did, but he knew now, why she didn t, and he was so glad.

He pulled her on top of him and she laid her head under his chin and he held her. She could hear him breath, and he could smell her sweet hair. She didn't want to go to sleep for fear that he might be gone when she woke, so she stayed awake, until he nodded off. She shook him and made him get up and head back to garden with her. They leaned on each other as if they were drunk. The world looking a little brighter for the both of them.