A/N: Several years post-game. A bit of contentment on a truly momentous occasion. Rated K+.
The One About Happiness
(Prompt: Happiness)
Closing her eyes, Rinoa ran her fingers through Squall's hair, smiling to herself in complete contentment. "I think we've been very rude," she told him. "After all the trouble everyone went to for us …"
"They understand," he growled, not lifting his head from her chest, completely spent from their recent escapade. "Besides. They should've known better than to throw us a big, stupid party."
"At least there was cake, right?" Rinoa giggled, thinking that some things would never change, no matter how long they were together. And they'd been together for five wonderful, crazy, tumultuous years, and they were still going strong.
Smiling, Rinoa held up her left hand, and looked at the way her wedding band sparkled in the candlelit room. "So how do you feel?" she asked him in a quiet voice.
"Tired," he replied sleepily.
"No!" Rinoa protested. "I mean … how do you feel … being, you know, Mr. Rinoa Heartilly?" she teased, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously.
He looked up at her and smiled tenderly. He touched her cheek with his fingertips and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Happy," he said honestly.
Rinoa smiled back at him, her heart full to the bursting point. "Good night, Mr. Rinoa."
Chuckling, he nuzzled her neck. "G'night, Mrs. Squall."