More pleasuring moans filled the room, echoing through the very thin walls. Several moments
had passed between the two, and he could feel his legs start to wither from the pressure, but his hips
had slowed in motion, perspiration shared, and incapable of keeping their skins from slipping against
each other. He reached for her ear as he could her her moaning under her tired breath, nibbling at the
lower lobe as he felt the heat of his loins disperse his climax, nearly burying himself as much as he
could in a short, groan, along to the soft moaning coming from the other, who had reached her end
alongside him. Squall adjusted his feet as he motioned himself from within her, to give her a breather,
which gave himself a pair of fluttering eyes to aim in his direction. She exhaled, throwing her head
back to release the tension of her sore shoulders once he moved her from the wall to prevent a head
collision. He arched a teasing brow at her, azure eyes glistening toward her own sapphire ones. She
felt her hair matted on her face from the sweat, also noting that the same with Squall's unkempt hair
had clung to his face. Wrapping her legs even tighter around him, refusing to let go not wanting the
slightest chance to ever be apart from him, she nodded over to the bathroom door. "Should we...?"
He only laughed under his breath, "You want to take a shower? Well, okay."
Holding her up with the last strength he could muster up, sighing in a sense of bothersome
situations. "You expect me to carry you, after all I had to endure?" He mumbled, guffawing at her as
she rose her head to stare coldly at him. "Why, no! I expect you to drop me on the floor like the
gentleman you are," she said with a tinge of joking, yet uneasiness from being out of breath, in her
tone. He laughed mockingly, "Have it your way then, miss." With that, he swiftly lifted her, throwing
her upper half over his shoulder, with an arm wrapped around her waist, while the other arm reached
for her thighs, sneakily patting her ass with an amused grin on his face. "H-HEY!" She called out from
behind him, but he shrugged the voice, shifting her slightly on his shoulder as she wiggled. "Careful
now, you don't want me to drop you, do you?" He snickers, trademarked scowl soon after she started
to squirm and flail around.
He led them both into the bathroom which was finely decorated in mostly white walls, and
everything of the like, along with a pretty decent-sized shower fit for two. In this case, it was the
perfect decision. She continued to scold him from his shoulder until he let her down, enduring a few
cold looks and a few punches here and there. "Warn me next time!" He wrinkled his nose to her
words, questioning her tone. "There's going to be a next time?" Quis could only whisper curses under
her breath to his concern, completely embarrassed. "You know what I meant, Squall." He shrugged his
shoulders casually, eying the shower's faucet. "Up for it? I wouldn't mind," he looked back to her
awaiting a response, and to that she could only push him with a flustering look. "Just a quick shower
okay?" She said, reaching behind to the constricting binding of her bra, tugging at the latches and
slipping the bothersome straps off of her and onto the floor. She instinctively covered her chest with
her arms, her face reddening as she avoided eye contact. Squall, however, managed to keep his
peeking to a minimum, also feeling his cheeks warming up.
Quistis eyed him as she made her way to the double-doors made of glass by the shower,
pulling the handle of the door to slide it partly open, and reaching for the faucet, and allowing the
lukewarm water to settle into the tub before setting it to the overhead shower piece above them.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She questioned, turning her head slightly over her shoulder to look
at him. With his face flushed to the sight, he could only nod, heading into the shower after her, and
they both were met with the gentle embrace of water splashing against their skin, dripping down their
wet bodies and matting their hair into a soaked state. Shortening the distance as he wrapped his arms
around her waist, he pulled her into the mold of his body, and in return she raised her head to look up
at him in time for him to plant a warm kiss upon the center of her forehead. "We probably shouldn't
let this hot water go to waste," he said with a shortness of breath, running a smooth hand from the
brim of his forehead, and through the tresses of his hair. "I'll be quick, and head out." He threw in a
smile toward her, taking what time he could in front of the running water with Quis behind him
lathering herself up with a sweet-scented soap, as he finished up. He turned back to her, offering her
the spot in front of him as he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the floor and securing
it around his waist. "You don't need me to go back in there to help, do you?" He teased, looking
through the glass at her. She finished up a few minutes after, grabbing the towel Squall had handed to
her to wrap around herself.
He reached for her hand, guiding her back to the bedroom where he had thrown on their
discarded clothes prior, while Quis threw on a white tank top, and a pair of matching panties, snug
around her hips with a scanty shape. He soon settled with her on the bed, lying on the cool, silk
sheets, pulling her into his arms, her head nuzzled into his chest, and holding her he mumbled, "It
would be nice if I could stay like this.." In tune to her breathing pattern, he could tell that it had
slowed, and her breathing had labored quite a bit for him to know that she had fallen asleep in his
arms. He didn't want to wake her, so he had stayed by her side for most of the late evening, protecting
her as she slept, and even in for an hour or two, he hadn't moved from his spot unless Quis had shift,
rolling to her other side.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, sitting up and walking over to her side of the bed to look at her
sleeping face, and reaching with careful fingers to brush the hair from her face. "You'll forgive me,
eventually," he muttered, reaching down to kiss her face before pulling a blanket over her. He turned
to leave, heading pass the doorway and pausing for a moment to look back at her, so peaceful in her
slumber, in awe. Squall pressed on, leaving the apartment and getting into his car.
"I'm really sorry," he repeated to himself, clenched fingers wrapped around the leather of his
steering wheel, staring out the passenger's side window to look back at the building of her apartment.
He started the car, pulling away from the sidewalk, and headed home.
He wouldn't forget what moments he shared with her, and only hoped that, in time, she would
learn to forgive him for leaving, if she remembered. But until then, he knew he had to distance himself
from her, unable to forgive himself for taking advantage of her, even if his feelings were sincere.
He truly did love her.
And soon enough their paths will cross again due to their connection to fate.
Squall would continue to wait even if it took decades.
It was only a matter of time.