The brunette sighed, tapping his fingers against the bar top. The last night he got with her alone in the one week stay with her parents and he was stuck at some crappy club. Probably the only club in the entire bloody area. And she was off in the bathroom and he was trying not to get noticed. Yes. This evening was definitely the definition of fun.

Did he mention the limo driver tagged along? That guy was seriously asking to get fired. His eye twitched. Twit. And the last time he had checked the so called twit was off romancing the ladies. He still wasn't sure how the skinny twerp managed to get all the ladies. The author stretched out his legs, cautiously checking around for crazy fan girls. None yet. He sighed again, craning his neck over the crowd. Honestly, where was she?

Why over by the flirting limo driver, of course his mind sang. Over by the- His mind came to abrupt halt, and he checked over the area again. Lo and behold. There she was.

Over by the flirting limo driver.

Honestly, he couldn't win could he? He got off the stool and calmly walked over. He went to her parents, forced himself though three nights of torture with the lanky limo twit and now this? Argh. No way in hell this little twerp was getting her. Was she too oblivious to notice that the twit obviously liked her, or did she know and was just doing this to get back at him?

"Mr. Leonheart, how are you?" Allen asked, looking up from his glass. Stupidlittlepunk. Probably ambushed her on the way back from the bathroom. Or you hope, his mind nagged; because having to face the fact that some twit can probably sleep with your wife faster than you can will crush your ego to little bits.

"Fine."

The limo driver shifted uncomfortably before getting up. The situation was getting a bit awkward being in between an evidently pissed off boss and his oblivious wife. "I've got a call." He somewhat muttered out before digging his cell phone out of this pocket, and looked for the nearest bathroom.

The brunette barely stifled any rude comments that were close to coming out. He had to go about this smoothly, no stupid insults that would get him further into the negative range; not that he was sure he would ever be out of the negative range ever, but… Think of something romantic, Casanova.

"Having a good time?"

Reaaal romantic there, there self. I think I just saw cupid himself fly into a wall because that was probably the worst wasted pick up line in history he ever heard. Does she look like she's having a good time? Well, it was her idea. Honestly who asks- Stop arguing with yourself, dammit.

The blonde looked around the room for a moment before answering. "I suppose." She said quietly. He raised an eyebrow at her. Real convincing.

"Want to go outside?" She gave him a somewhat suspicious look as if he was going to get her out there and pull some horrendous prank on her. He gave a somewhat exasperated sigh. How was he ever going to get her to even like him if she wouldn't even go outside with him? "No reporters, I promise."

The last part seemed to concrete the deal, and she gave him a nod, taking her coat from the chair and standing up. He shrugged on his coat and stretched before heading for the nearest exit. The parking lot was deserted much to his delight.

"It went by fast." She said quietly, buttoning up her coat.

"…Yeah." The brunette replied, with a small frown. Come on, Leonheart; buck up. You're getting all wilty over some woman. Money's still your priority here. Now be a man, step in and go woo her. "So you'll go back then, after all this."

"Yeah." He vaguely noted she was wearing the necklace he bought her. "I will."

You're doing a wonderful job of wooing her, self. He sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, it was nippy out. "Do you have anyone back there?"

"What?" Which translated to: explain, since you have absolutely no hope of getting a degree in dignified talking around your own wife.

"A boyfriend." He said somewhat stupidly. "In Balamb." Niiice. You two have been married for what, almost one and a half months and now you ask if she has as boyfriend?

"No." She pulled her coat tighter around herself.

"Oh." He muttered, quietly. Real smooth. He removed his hands from coat pockets, and sighed. "You want to go?"

"Where?" The blonde asked slightly confused, looking up at him.

"Pick somewhere."

She raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile playing across her lips. "Anywhere?"

It wasn't until later he decided he didn't like that tone of her voice.

o o o

It was logical in his mind, that of course, just to annoy him; she would pick the middle of no where in the … middle of no where to sit and talk. While it was still snowing. And freezing.

"Here?" He asked dryly, giving her a flat look. She nodded, content with the situation. Probably because she hadn't yet realized he had 'conveniently' left the limo driver back at the club.

The blonde smiled crouching down to look at something, and he had to wonder how the hell some people could be so content in ice cold freezing weather. He set his face straight, and looked around on what would have been a beach, had it been summer.

He watched as she got up and walked toward with a somewhat determined look on her face, and took his arm. "Come look at this."

The brunette found himself looking at some sort of plant while she brushed the snow off of it. He somewhat frowned. He drove all the way here just to look at some stupid frozen plant? Figured. Only it wasn't frozen, it was still quite alive. "It's a winter rose."

He still didn't see what all the fuss was. "It only blooms once a year during the winter." Hence the name, her mind sniped sarcastically. She looked at him with a small smile. "They say if you make a wish in front of it, it will come true."

He would have rolled his eyes if she wasn't staring at him, he felt like saying 'annnnnnd?'. A wish. Big deal. What could he possibly ask for? Other than her falling madly in love with him and somehow beginning to act smart around the press? He doubted some little plant could make that come true.

"Well?"

"Well what?" He asked, staring at her flatly.

"Did you make a wish?" He somewhat frowned at her attitude. She sounded more like Rinoa than she did herself.

"Yeah." He lied, running his fingers through his hair. "You?"

She smiled. "Yes."

Can we go back now? His mind nagged immaturely. I'm freezing. He sighed, closing his eyes trying to warm himself up. He suppressed a shiver before opening his eyes - only she wasn't there.

Oh. Great. You've gone and lost you're wife. Let's ponder the scenarios here for a moment, shall we? A) She got eaten by a polar bear - there aren't any polar bears around here you idiot- B) Somehow fell through the ice and is probably dying of hypothermia or C) Limo driver stalked us here, captured her and is now currently seducing her in the back of your own limo.

Ew. Gross. He hide a grimace at the last one. He'd rather have her eaten by a polar bear than that. He pushed the scenarios to the back of her mind and looked around for her. Seriously, women or anyone for that matter, should not be able to disappear like that. He rubbed his arms and turned around for a moment trying to sort out his thoughts, only being able to come up with one consistent thought.

Dear God, you've screwed yourself over this time. You've gone and lost your wife.

Smoooooooooooth.

Now trying to look around and frantically trying to calm your brain down at the same time was not easy to do. Especially while avoiding snow balls.

…..

Waaaait-

His mind came to an abrupt halt and he had the unfortunate fate to be pelted with one in the face. He wiped the snow his face and glared at her, possibly the most harsh glare he had even given. First scaring him by disappearing and now harassing him with snow balls! The nerve.

And she wasn't at all phased by it. Damn. Instead, she let out a small laugh. And oddly, he found that more satisfactory than any thing else she could have done. But that wasn't going to let her off the hook.

Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he bent down to the ground, and gathered snow with one hand while continuing to give her a harsh look. And just when he had thought he had caught her off guard, he flung it at her. Only to have her duck.

There's a reason you're a writer and not in the Olympics for javelin throwing, his mind reminded him curtly. He was rewarded with another snowball to the chest and he gave her a rather sour look before trying in vain to fling another one at her, this one actually catching her in the leg.

She gave him a surprised look, as if she hadn't expected him to hit her in a million years. Which she hadn't. He got up quickly when he saw her disappear behind a tree. So she was playing hard to get. In more ways with one. Fine. He'd get her. No one humiliated Squall Leonheart and got away with it.

He slowly stepped over to the tree and crouched. He felt oddly like a cat waiting for the mouse to skidder out a hole. She traced her hands along the tree bark, backing up along the trunk, trying to vain to spot him.

He held back a grin. This was perfect. He got up prepared to fully surprise her. And would have too, if the damn twig underneath his foot hadn't cracked under the pressure. Crap. She whipped around at the noise, and came face to face with an equally as horrified Squall. And to make the situation ever more perfect - he tripped on his own feet.

Tres bon, Squall. His mind snapped, while he landed on the ground, her right on top of him. He grunted. She looked a hell of a lot lighter than she looked, that was for sure. "Are you alright?" She asked, peering over him.

Fine as you can be with your heaver-than-she-looks-wife on top of you straddling you with raging hormones. "Yeah." He said instead. "You okay?"

"Fine." Obviously. She landed on top. He sat up with a wince, as she looked at him somewhat concerned.

"I think you pulled your back." She said, eyeing him up and down. "Here." She lightly pushed him back to the ground. "Does it hurt?"

As if he'd admit it. He shook his head. She frowned and looked at him, evidently not amused at his lying. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

She laid fully ontop of him. "Ow!" The words escaped his mouth on their own accord.

She gave him a flat look. "You should have told me before."

He gave her a half-assed attempt at a glare before giving up. "Fine." He felt relief as she got up, and he slowly sat up ignoring her lecture about sitting up. She stared him for a moment, not quite sure what she was feeling. Concern, annoyance, or perhaps something else…?

He watched her for a moment, pleasantly surprised to see her sit there for a moment trying to force down a look of concern. He removed his hands from the snow and sat up fully, trying not to let the discomfort show. Slowly he brought his fingers to her hair and brushed the snow off of it before leaning in and gently kissing her. Slowly she pulled away after a moment, shifting her weight.

He groaned, and she let out a small laugh despite his evident pain. "Come on. Let's get you home." He gave her a flat look, and she sighed. "I'll drive."

o o o

"Is he alright?" Her mother asked from outside the door. "There's more Advil out here if he wants some."

"He's fine, mom. Anymore Advil and he'll be on a drug high." She called back, before glaring at him. The fact that the poor limo driver had to take a cab home had not gone unnoticed by her. She rolled her eyes and looked at him.

"Strip." She told him, crossing her arms.

He made a noise she had never before heard in her life. "What!" If she wanted him that badly, all she had to do was ask…

She sighed. "I can't look at your back if you have your shirt on."

The brunette gave her a flat look before turning around and attempting to take off his shirt. When did she become a medical expert all of the sudden? Ow. Bad idea. He decided firmly when it had hurt when he had tried to get the stupid cloth off.

Footsteps told him she was coming before she had settled down in front of him.

Oh no- You are not going to undress him. Screw it if he hurt his back. He'll live. It'll hit for a bit for but for God's sake don't do anything hasty. Technically it's your fault he hurt his back. That still doesn't mean you need to undress him! The next thing you'll know you'll be- Argh. Shut up self.

She pursed her lips and she tugged at the bottom of his shirt and pulled it upwards before removing it completely. Don't. Look. At. Him. "Roll over."

Oh this would be wonderful sight for anyone to walk in on.

He mumbled something before rolling over, and she looked over at him, tracing her hands across his back. "Does it hurt here?"

"No." She put pressure near his shoulder blade.

"Here?" He shook his head, and she moved her hands lower on his back.

Okay, let's not get too gutsy here, self. "Here?" He shook his head again, and she sighed. "He-"

He cursed loudly, and she removed her hand. "I'll take that as a yes."

The brunette rolled over, and looked up at her flatly. She found herself staring at him, she cleared her throat. "I think you pulled it."

Duh.

She sighed looking at the clock before back at him. "You should get some sleep. Hopefully it will feel better in the morning."

He watched as she left, his gaze somewhat lingering on her. Remember what you're here for. It's the fame. He closed his eyes waiting for her to return. …Right? With some difficulty he rolled onto his stomach, and sighed into the pillow.

The sound of footsteps alerted him to the fact she has returned, and he vaguely felt her place a hand on his back. "Squall, don't lay on your stomach."

He groaned into the pillow. First she tells him to sleep and now she won't let him?

"Come on. Sleep on your side." If he could have glared at her, he would have. He sighed, rolling over onto his side. He closed his eyes and he felt her get into bed. Was she asleep yet? He held back a groan. He couldn't sleep on his side. Never did, never would.

Slowly, he turned to roll over. "Squall." She said sternly, he mumbled a curse word. She moved closer to him so he could feel her back against her front. Oh God. He rolled back to his side, a frown plastered on his face.

"Here." She said somewhat exasperatedly. Here what- His mind did a double take when she took his arms and wrapped them around her waist. "Now stay. The worst thing you can do for a back ache is lay on your stomach."

Move along people, no sexual tension here, his mind sang. He held his breath. This was … rather uncomfortable. He sighed, resting his head on her shoulder. Oh well.

At least her hair smelt nice.

He kicked himself for thinking that. Squall Leonheart - you are a loser. You are a loser that has begun to hold some compassion for your wife, and that … is not a good sign. He held back a sigh. You're going soft. Soon you'll start to think of her as your actual wife and you'll fall in love. We can't have that now can we…? If you do that, the next thing you'll know you'll start rescuing baby kittens and saving baby ducklings from evil crocodiles.

He relaxed his body, feeling sleep fall upon him. At least she was comfy.

o o o

"Good morniiiiiing!" Mrs. Trepe sang, opening the curtains.

Squall groaned burying his head into his wife's neck. This wasn't fair. He didn't get any sleep and now this? "Rise and shine, dearies."

"Mom…" Quistis somewhat whined, looking up and rubbing her eyes before the actual realization that Squall Leonheart was pretty much spooning with her hit her. She froze and forced down the dread.

"Alright, alright. Just a few more minutes, I know, I know. You've been saying that since you were five." The woman chided, leaving and shutting the door behind her.

The blonde sighed, shifting from her side to come face to face with her husband. She blinked stupidly for a moment before finally remembering what had happened last night. "Oh."

Oh was right, his mind said dryly. "How's your back?" She asked softly.

"Better." He murmured quietly, stretching.

A small smile came across her lips. "That's good." She said quietly, her eye lids drooping slightly.

Leaning over he placed a kiss on her forehead that left them both speechless for a moment. "Thanks." He said quietly.

You idiot! You just thanked her… Why did you thank her! Quick, take it back. Think of an insult. Any insult, anything to get yourself off this… weird amount of kindness you've been feeling lately.

He studied her for a moment. Maybe he was half asleep. Maybe he was still on the Advil high, but somehow he got to the conclusion that for a moment there, she actually looked somewhat attractive.

That's not an insult! His mind screeched hysterically.

She said nothing but slowly looked up at him as if waiting to see someone else.

He watched her silently as she slowly reached up and moved herself closer to him. The brunette sat there, stunned as she slowly lowered her lips to his, hesitating a moment before actually going through with the action.

Oh, you've done it now! Her mind warned, running around in circles. Kiss a man and they think you're madly in love with them!

He found himself kissing her back, running his finger along her back. What are you doing? His mind hissed. Her parents are in the other room and you're being a hormonal idiot! He slowly pulled away, drawing her against his chest, the feel of her lulling him back to sleep.

You've done it now, Squall. You've gotten attached. You stupid, stupid man.

I think I've given up on any hopes of this story being anywhere remotely close to being IC. Oh well. This story is actually going to be a long one, I'm actually thinking around 25+ or more chapters. So sit tight, buckle your seat belt and get ready for the one of most OOC Quall fics in history.

I think after this story and perhaps one more; I'm going to quite writing. Don't think I have it in me anymore… if I had it to start out with XD So next chapter, I'll give you guys a few ideas for the next story if I ever finish this one.