Star Crossed Lovers

A Final Fantasy VIII Fan Fic

By RobertDogwood@aol.com

Graciously Edited by Vick330

FF VIII characters and locations owned by SquareSoft.

Original plot Copyright RobertDogwood and Vick330 2002

Rated R for sexual content, language and violence

This was to be my attempt to write a tasteful R rated romance between Squall and Rinoa. The story had a mind of it's own and made itself a dark drama, action and romance. Warning: Intended for mature, open-minded readers due to some sexual content.

Chapter One
Too Much, Too Soon...

The Garden celebration party, which was held to praise the young SeeDs - who thwarted Sorceress Ultimecia's plan to annihilate the world through time compression - was still going strong, despite the lateness of the hour.

Irvine was pointing Selphie's video camera at every attractive young woman in the room; every one except for an angry Selphie and her cohort Quistis, who were quickly walking away from him.

Out on one of the Garden's balconies, Rinoa looked at the beautiful star-studded night sky. She spotted a shooting star, turned, and offered a glorious smile to the man beside her. They had been through so much, so much fighting, and so much hardship. Her heart filled with joy at having him there, after almost losing him. Playfully, she pointed the forefinger of the right hand towards the sky-traveler.

Squall smiled back. It was a gentle, honest smile, and yet it held so much meaning. He felt drawn to this beautiful woman, and took her in his strong arms, in which she gratefully nestled. He leaned down and kissed her softly, then passionately as she eagerly responded while the Garden continued to fly on in the night sky.

Rinoa pulled her head back and whispered, "Come with me." Grasping Squall's hand, she led him from the balcony and across the ball room floor.

As the winsome couple passed through the crowd of students, SeeDs and instructors, people called out greetings and other forms of congratulations, to which Rinoa waved her free hand in acknowledgement while Squall stared silently ahead like the true stoic he was. He hated these kind of parties with a passion.

Squall didn't have a false bone in his body and he loathed having to act as if he loved everyone, when he didn't know most of them and didn't care to either.

Finally reaching the row of doors which led from the ballroom to the rest of the Garden, both Rinoa and Squall felt as though they had just run a ten-mile obstacle course.

Stepping into a corridor, Squall muttered, "Thank Hyne that's over."

"Amen to that," Rinoa smiled at him.

The ebony-haired woman continued to lead Squall down corridors, and around the circular pool of blue water that held fish statues spouting water every fifty feet. They went down another corridor until Rinoa paused in front of a door. Producing a key, Rinoa unlocked the door and threw it open.

"Rinoa," Squall remarked, "This is your room!"

"I know," Rinoa wrinkled her nose at him and said, "Shhh." She led him into the totally darkened room, closing the door.

Squall was somewhat nervous, he tried to adjust his vision and heard his companion fussing around the room. A moment later, a small bedside lamp was turned on, and Rinoa stood before Squall dressed only in her black bra and panties.

"Rinoa!" Squall, blushing slightly, protested.

"What?" she questioned in a pouting voice, her beautiful face suddenly taking on a sultry expression. "Don't you like what you see?"

"It's not that," Squall answered, his voice trailing away.

"Well, what then?" Rinoa wondered, while placing her right hand on her hip and posing her body in a provocative manner.

Squall drew a deep breath and quickly crossed the small bedroom to her and swept her up in a passionate embrace. Leaning down, he began to kiss her in earnest, with Rinoa feverishly returning his kisses.

"Oh, Squall," she murmured, her mind reeling with her dream finally coming true.

Ever since the night of the shooting star at the SeeD Inauguration Ball, Rinoa had thought Squall to be the most handsome man she had ever seen. And as time wore on, she had grown more and more in love with him. The adventure they had lived through united them in a unique way, and she had longed to seal it in a special sharing of intimacy.

Their bodies seemed perfect for each other as they melted together in Squall's fiery embrace. When Rinoa felt something begin to press against her lower belly, she reached down with her right hand and began to gently caress the outside of his pants and felt his erection grow stronger.

Squall groaned softly, bringing a smile to his lover's lips.

The dark-haired man reached behind Rinoa and unclasped her bra. She helped him remove it from her body, revealing her perfect breasts to his astonished sight for the first time.

Squall couldn't quite believe this was really happening to him...that this truly beautiful young woman was offering her body to him as a testament of the love she felt for him.

Squall tentatively touched her breast with his left hand, while murmuring, "You are so lovely."

Rinoa giggled, pleased by his compliment. She reached down to Squall's belt and unclasped it.

Squall gently caressed her nipple feeling it grow hard in his hand, while Rinoa unbuttoned his pants and tugged them past his hips and halfway to his knees.

Squall quietly asked, "Are you certain about this, Rinoa?"

"Oh yes, Sukooru," Rinoa solemnly answered, "More certain than I've ever been in my entire life about anything."

Squall lowered his head to her breast and began to suckle her nipple gently, while feeling it rise even more in his mouth. He felt her warm breath on his neck, the pleasant sensation inflaming him even more.

Sensing his arousal, Rinoa reached down and released his erection from his underclothes. Squall moaned mightily at the touch of her soft, yet firm hand.

He suddenly gasped, and his body tensed. Rinoa felt the seed from his loins upon her hand, and quickly realized what had happened.

Flushing deeply, Squall apologized with deep shame in his voice, "I am so sorry, Rinoa."

"Don't worry about it," she smiled. "It happens to many young men on their first time, but there'll be other times."

'On their first time...on their first time...on their first time...on their first time...' - These words seem to echo in Squall's mind endlessly. How does she know that? he wondered. He felt like crawling in a hole, and never coming out.

Completely embarrassed, Squall attempted to pull away from Rinoa, but she grasped him closely and protested, "Oh no you don't! You're not cheating me out of my cuddle. Women liked to be cuddled as well as the other thing...maybe more."

Rinoa led the now half undressed Squall to her bed and pulled him down with her. "Don't worry, there will be other times." She offered again, while snapping off the bedside lamp.

Other times... thought Squall with unease.

They lay embraced silently until he realized, from the evenness of her deep breathing, that his companion had fallen asleep. He quietly arose from the bed so as to not wake her, quickly gathered his possessions from the floor, and fled from her room in pure shame.

When Rinoa awoke in the morning, she immediately discovered that Squall was already absent from her bed. She was disappointed, but not surprised.