Chapter Twelve
He turned the knob, to the door, and eased it open carefully. He stepped inside the dark apartment, and shut the door behind him, using his foot. He moved to the light switch, and flicked it on.
Once the lights flooded the room, Usagi lifted her head, and looked around. "Where are we?" She had long ago stopped crying, but instead, had let herself; loose herself, in his arms. She had let everything fall away, leaving her raw from the emotions, but in less pain. Looking down, he replied, "My apartment."
She nodded, and snuggled closer to his body, wanting his heat, needing his comfort, to keep her there.
He moved to the bedroom, where he turned the light on, and moved to the bed. He gently laid her down, where she instantly curled up.
He stared at her tiny shivering from on the large bed.
Her eyes were closed, and her hands gripped the bedding, like a life support. "You need a bath." He moved to the adjoining bathroom, and pushed open the door. He flicked the switch on, and stepped into the small room. He moved to the large bath, turning the facets, and turned the temperature to hot. He plugged the tub, and watched for a second, as heat rose from the water. Testing it with his fingers, he nodded.
He walked back into the bedroom, and found her sitting on his bed now, looking at the tub, with dead eyes. Her make-up, was gone, along with all the tears she had shed. Her hair, had fallen out of the clip, and now fell around her like a cape. Her eyes looked dual, from all the emotional strain. The dress she had worn wasn't even the same anymore. It had been torn, and bled through. Grass marred the chest, while dirt lined the trims.
He moved towards her, and knelt down in front of her. Her gaze moved from the bath, to him. He reached up, where the nice pearls still hung around her neck, and unclasped the back. He pulled the pearls away, and set them down on the nightstand. He moved to her wrist, and undid the pearls there, and placed them next to the necklace.
He looked into her eyes asking her, but she didn't comply, she didn't even move. All that could be heard in the room, was the running water, and them both breathing.
His blood roared in his ears, knocking out any sound, and clouded everything. Taking his time, he reached up behind her back, and undid the neck. He watched, and waited. But still she didn't move, just watched him, with unfeeling eyes.
Letting out a breath of air, he moved down, taking the zipper, and slowly slid it down. He pulled back, standing. He reached down, and pulled her back up into his arms.
Slowly, he moved into the bathroom, and shut the door behind them. He sat her down on the edge of the tub. "Do you want me to leave?"
He waited a beat, then another, and refused to continue, without her word. Slowly, as if it took the last of her energy, she shook her head, and her body began to shiver. Knowing that she was about ready to break down, he threw caution, and common sense out the window.
He pulled her up, and slowly pulled the dress down. He fought control, as the dress slapped against the tiled floor. Inhaling deeply, he reached down, and tugged down her panties, and let them slip to her ankles. Helping her, she stepped out of them, and he kicked them to the side, along with her dress. He pushed the curtain back, and helped her inside the tub. Once he was sure, she was relaxed in the hot water, he reached over for a washcloth.
He dunked it into the water, before he finally looked at her. She was staring at him, gratitude shining in her eyes, even though; they still held that haunted look.
"What happened?"
She didn't say anything, but her eyes still held his. He sighed, looking away, and took the cloth, rubbing it over her thigh.
"Mamoru."
His jaw clenched, the muscles working. He rubbed the cloth against her leg, washing away the stains. When he finished with one leg, he moved to the next leg, starting with her feet, and worked his way up.
She kept her eyes on him, emotions flickering in her eyes. "That's why he wont call." The way she said it, sounded like she figured out the answer to an important question. He looked at her, his eyes flickering over her face, before meeting with her eyes. He rubbed soap over her stomach, and chest, lathering up the suds. He looked away, and doused the washrag, into the water, soaking it, before pulling it out. He squeezed the cloth in his hand, and water rained down on her breasts, and stomach. He brought the cloth down, going over her skin, to rid the soap from her body.
"Artigato Squall."
He looked at her, registering the word into his mind, and nodded. She looked away, staring at the water, with those unfeeling eyes.
He soon finished cleaning her, and had been able to wash away traces of her tears on her cheeks, before he pulled the plug. Water drained swiftly around her shaking form. Taking a towel, he covered her body the best her could. He eased her out of the tub, and set her down on the toilet. He took out a first aid, and inspected her hand.
Taking tweezers, he pulled out the remaining shards of glass that were still there, before he took disinfectant to them. After that, he took gauze tape, to the gapping wound to her hand, and wrapped it tightly. He secured the tape, before putting the first aid away in the cupboard under the sink. Standing, he picked her back up, and left the bathroom, after turning off the lights. He eased her down on the bed, and left her there.
He walked to the closet, and looked through his things. Picking a shirt, he pulled it out, with a hard yank, and shut the closet door. He moved back towards her. He tugged it down over her head, and pulled her arms through the sleeves. He tossed the towel away, and discarding it into the corner of the room. Moving away, he walked to a dresser, and looked through them. He grabbed a pair of boxers, before going back to the bed.
She was a like a doll almost, but she was alive, and breathing. He laid her down on her back, and slipped the boxers up. He lifted her up, his hand on her lower back, as he jerked the boxers over her butt, and to her waist. Sighing, he looked down at her; she was staring at him again.
Her hair framed her face, and fanned out over the bed, still wet from the bath, but slowly drying.
He moved away, and switched the lights off in the room.
When he turned, she was sitting on the bed, looking at her hands.
Frowning, he went to the bed, and took a seat next to her. "Feeling any better?" She looked up at him, and slowly nodded. "Artigato Squall. Domo Artigato."
The corner of his mouth lifted, and he nodded, "You're welcome." He tilted his head slightly, as he stared at her face. Something in him urged him to do something, anything, but his mind was at a blank.
Suddenly, she leaned towards him, and her lips brushed his. It was quick, and was over before it started. She turned her head to the side, frustration all over her face.
He blinked, shock slowly draining from him, as he stared at her in disbelief.
"Gomen, I shouldn't have...but you've been nothing but nice to me...and...and..." She was stammering over her words, trying to find the right ones to say.
Taking action, he took hold of her chin, in his hand, holding it gently. Slowly, he moved closer. He watched her, as her eyes fell to his mouth, staring at it in wonder. He moved closer, and her eyes fell shut. He brushed his lips across hers, as if he was testing himself.
Her lips parted, and she tried to move closer to him. He moved back to her again, touching lips, this time lingering longer than last time. He pulled back, where they're lips still could touch, if either one tried.
"What about..." he kissed her again, this time, tasting her lips with his tongue, before he pulled back again. "What about...Rinoa...?" His lips claimed hers once more, and this time, he didn't pull away. Tilting her head under his, he tasted her. He deepened the kiss, as she shifted, her hands running over his chest, and grasping his shoulders.
He felt her crawl onto his lap, and he groaned. His hands fell to her waist, rubbing her sides. She gasped their lips separating for only a second, before she came back. Need tugged at them both, feeding them farther than they should go.
Usagi's hands came up, framing his face, and she ran her fingers through his hair. She pressed herself closer to him, not wanting the kiss to end.
Squall pulled back, and their eyes met. They both gasped for air, their lungs deprived for too long. His heart was racing in his chest, and everything inside him, urged him to continue. His hands roamed up inside her shirt, massaging her back gently. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. They fell back against the bed hunger raging through them both. Moving around, they laid on top of the blankets, with her on top of him, and her hands itching to rip his clothes off of him.
He pulled back again, trying to collect his thoughts. She stared down at him, her eyes dark with passion, and want. He watched as the color dwindled, and sleep started to tug at her. With a sigh, he rolled them over to their sides, and watched her.
Her hands grasped the sleeves of his shirt, holding on tightly. Her eyes began to droop, and sleep claimed her quickly. He let out a breath of air, and shifted slightly to get comfortable. Once he stopped moving, she curled up against him, her body fitting perfectly against his. Sleep tugged at him, and unconsciously, he draped an arm over her waist, and wrapped it around her back, holding her close.
Before his eyes closed, he saw her snuggle closer to him, and he fell fast asleep, with Usagi in his arms.
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Groaning, she opened her eyes, to find herself alone in a large bed. Blankets had been pulled up to her chin. Glancing around without moving, she studied the room she was in.
White walls, decorated with nothing, but a mirror on the far wall, and a window in front of her. The floor was made up of royal blue carpet, soft enough, to sleep on. The bed she laid on was queen size, with plain white sheets, fluffy pillows, a soft light blue blanket, and a dark blue comforter.
She inhaled deeply, and she could smell food cooking. The scent was so strong; it had come into the room, even with the door shut. She didn't dare move from where she laid, afraid if she did, she would feel pain.
She heard the door to the room open, and stiffened from under the blankets. She heard someone step into the room, and heard the sound of dishes clattering together. Curious, she rolled her head to the side, and looked at the door. She blinked in surprise.
"Squall?"
He froze, as if he hadn't expected her to be awake. Slowly, he moved his eyes to her, and asked, "So you're awake?" She flushed, and sat up on the bed. Rubbed her eyes, she looked around. "What time is it?"
Squall moved towards the bed, and handed her a plate full of breakfast, before answering, "three o'clock."
She looked up at him with startled eyes, "at night?" He slightly frowned, and shook his head, glancing over at the curtains, that blocked the window. "No, in the morning."
She sighed in relief, and looked down at the plate on her lap. She picked up the fork, studying it. "You made this?" He nodded, sitting down at the end of the bed.
Usagi smiled sheepishly, when her stomach growled. "Guess I'm hungry." She started eating, shoveling the food into her mouth. Squall watched fascinated by the way she was able to eat so fast, and so much, and looked the way she did.
Finished, Usagi put the plate on the nightstand, and rubbed her stomach, "that was yummy Squall, you're an excellent cook." He smirked, studying her. His eyes fell to her hand, as he asked, "how are you feeling?"
Sighing, her head bent down, her chin resting on her chest. "Hai, I'm okay now. Artigato for taking care of me Squall." She lifted her eyes, to look at him. He was staring at the wall in front of him, a frowned fixed on his face. "For everything." He turned his gaze to her, and a single eyebrow rose.
She flushed, looking away, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "Here I'll take your plate." He stood, and moved to the nightstand, taking her plate, and left the room.
Sitting there all alone, she fiddled with the blanket that covered her waist down. "I should call my okaasan, and tell her..." "She called. Woke me up around twelve last night. I told her you were staying the night, since my place was closer, and you were too tired to go all the way home." He walked back into the room, leaning against the doorjamb. "She said, you had to be home by two today, to tell her all about the dance."
Usagi nodded, "artigato for not telling her." He shrugged, eyeing her closely. She met his gaze, "Nani?" He shrugged again, this time pushing himself from the door, and moved across the room. "Want to tell me what happened?"
She frowned, looking away. "Not really." He took a seat next to her, "is it really that bad?" He sounded skeptical, disbelieving. Anger shot through her before she could even think about his question. She snapped, "What do you think?" She shot him a hard gaze, unable to hide the heat that licked her veins, and increased the adrenalin rush.
Catching the warning in her voice, he shrugged, "I'm not sure what to think. I found you last night in the park, in tears, bleeding from multiple cuts on your body. You went into shock last night you know that, and had come close to breaking down completely."
She looked down at her lap, and sighed long and deep. "I...I'm not ready to tell anyone, not yet." Squall nodded, and shifted closer to her. Taking care not to startle her, he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, and let her lean against him. "Its alright Usagi."
Even though on the outside, he looked calm, and his voice was cool, on the inside, his blood was roaring in his veins. She inhaled sharply, and sighed in relief, knowing that he was there for her, at least for now. He looked down, seeing only the top of her head, the golden hair, which was let down. He thought about last night, and frowned. It had started out bad, and led to what, he wasn't too sure he was ready to even think about yet. He was still trying to get passed the part at the park, let alone what nearly happened here on his bed.
She had been vulnerable, and he was now thankful, he had stopped before things went to far.
She looked up, meeting his eyes. They sat on the bed, in a dark room. Light had yet to rise outside his window, and the moon wasn't out anymore. Slowly, her hand grasped the front of his shirt, holding it like a vise.
He saw it, in her eyes, like he had last night, and knew he needed to get out of there, while he still had the control. He tried to think of something, tried to remember Rinoa, but couldn't even conjure up her face in his mind.
"Squall?"
He his breath caught, and he wanted to look away, but his eyes never left her mouth. "Yea?" He watched, as she licked her lips, before answering, "Don't leave me." She sounded so desperate, needing to know that he was there for her, that she wouldn't leave him. He tried, but found himself drowning in her eyes, and couldn't find a way out in the pools of darkness.
He touched her face, framing it with his hands, and leaned in, hovering above her lips. Her eyes clouded over, nearly shut. Knowing it was too late, he whispered, "never." He captured her lips, in a passionate kiss, that sent both their minds exploding.
Instantly, she moved pulling herself close to him, clinging to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers loosing themselves in his hair.
Taking action, she parted her lips beneath his, and attentively, ran her tongue along his bottom lip. Groaning, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, devouring her taste, like a greedy kid would with a candy bar. She gasped against his lips, as she straddled his lap, wanting to be closer, pressing her body against his. They fell over, her back hitting the mattress. He pulled back, only to look into her eyes. They were dark with passion, and want. Not understanding, what he was throwing himself into; he reached down with wandering hands. He grasped the shirt she wore, pushing it up.
He watched her face, as he lifted the shirt up. Her arms rose, and he pulled the shirt up over her head, and he tossed it out of the away. Moving down, he grasped the waistband of the boxers. She arched up against him so he could yank them down to her ankles, and she kicked them off.
He kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body, making her wriggle. He felt her hands on his chest, and he felt her fingers unbutton his shirt. He pulled back, and ripped it off the rest of the way, the buttons snapping. He wrestled out of it, making her giggle, at his frustration. Once he got his arms out, he threw it into a corner of the room.
He leaned back down, claiming her lips again, unable to get enough of her taste. She kissed back, tilting her head beneath his, moving her lips against his. With clumsy fingers, she unclasped the button of his pants, and slid the zipper down.
He caught her hands in his, lifting them up over her head. He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. He kissed her lips, once, twice, before he pulled away. "But..." He silenced her with another kiss, before pulling back again. "You first."
She frowned; trying to figure his meaning, when suddenly pleasure shot through her body, causing her to cry out, and her body to arch.
He turned the knob, to the door, and eased it open carefully. He stepped inside the dark apartment, and shut the door behind him, using his foot. He moved to the light switch, and flicked it on.
Once the lights flooded the room, Usagi lifted her head, and looked around. "Where are we?" She had long ago stopped crying, but instead, had let herself; loose herself, in his arms. She had let everything fall away, leaving her raw from the emotions, but in less pain. Looking down, he replied, "My apartment."
She nodded, and snuggled closer to his body, wanting his heat, needing his comfort, to keep her there.
He moved to the bedroom, where he turned the light on, and moved to the bed. He gently laid her down, where she instantly curled up.
He stared at her tiny shivering from on the large bed.
Her eyes were closed, and her hands gripped the bedding, like a life support. "You need a bath." He moved to the adjoining bathroom, and pushed open the door. He flicked the switch on, and stepped into the small room. He moved to the large bath, turning the facets, and turned the temperature to hot. He plugged the tub, and watched for a second, as heat rose from the water. Testing it with his fingers, he nodded.
He walked back into the bedroom, and found her sitting on his bed now, looking at the tub, with dead eyes. Her make-up, was gone, along with all the tears she had shed. Her hair, had fallen out of the clip, and now fell around her like a cape. Her eyes looked dual, from all the emotional strain. The dress she had worn wasn't even the same anymore. It had been torn, and bled through. Grass marred the chest, while dirt lined the trims.
He moved towards her, and knelt down in front of her. Her gaze moved from the bath, to him. He reached up, where the nice pearls still hung around her neck, and unclasped the back. He pulled the pearls away, and set them down on the nightstand. He moved to her wrist, and undid the pearls there, and placed them next to the necklace.
He looked into her eyes asking her, but she didn't comply, she didn't even move. All that could be heard in the room, was the running water, and them both breathing.
His blood roared in his ears, knocking out any sound, and clouded everything. Taking his time, he reached up behind her back, and undid the neck. He watched, and waited. But still she didn't move, just watched him, with unfeeling eyes.
Letting out a breath of air, he moved down, taking the zipper, and slowly slid it down. He pulled back, standing. He reached down, and pulled her back up into his arms.
Slowly, he moved into the bathroom, and shut the door behind them. He sat her down on the edge of the tub. "Do you want me to leave?"
He waited a beat, then another, and refused to continue, without her word. Slowly, as if it took the last of her energy, she shook her head, and her body began to shiver. Knowing that she was about ready to break down, he threw caution, and common sense out the window.
He pulled her up, and slowly pulled the dress down. He fought control, as the dress slapped against the tiled floor. Inhaling deeply, he reached down, and tugged down her panties, and let them slip to her ankles. Helping her, she stepped out of them, and he kicked them to the side, along with her dress. He pushed the curtain back, and helped her inside the tub. Once he was sure, she was relaxed in the hot water, he reached over for a washcloth.
He dunked it into the water, before he finally looked at her. She was staring at him, gratitude shining in her eyes, even though; they still held that haunted look.
"What happened?"
She didn't say anything, but her eyes still held his. He sighed, looking away, and took the cloth, rubbing it over her thigh.
"Mamoru."
His jaw clenched, the muscles working. He rubbed the cloth against her leg, washing away the stains. When he finished with one leg, he moved to the next leg, starting with her feet, and worked his way up.
She kept her eyes on him, emotions flickering in her eyes. "That's why he wont call." The way she said it, sounded like she figured out the answer to an important question. He looked at her, his eyes flickering over her face, before meeting with her eyes. He rubbed soap over her stomach, and chest, lathering up the suds. He looked away, and doused the washrag, into the water, soaking it, before pulling it out. He squeezed the cloth in his hand, and water rained down on her breasts, and stomach. He brought the cloth down, going over her skin, to rid the soap from her body.
"Artigato Squall."
He looked at her, registering the word into his mind, and nodded. She looked away, staring at the water, with those unfeeling eyes.
He soon finished cleaning her, and had been able to wash away traces of her tears on her cheeks, before he pulled the plug. Water drained swiftly around her shaking form. Taking a towel, he covered her body the best her could. He eased her out of the tub, and set her down on the toilet. He took out a first aid, and inspected her hand.
Taking tweezers, he pulled out the remaining shards of glass that were still there, before he took disinfectant to them. After that, he took gauze tape, to the gapping wound to her hand, and wrapped it tightly. He secured the tape, before putting the first aid away in the cupboard under the sink. Standing, he picked her back up, and left the bathroom, after turning off the lights. He eased her down on the bed, and left her there.
He walked to the closet, and looked through his things. Picking a shirt, he pulled it out, with a hard yank, and shut the closet door. He moved back towards her. He tugged it down over her head, and pulled her arms through the sleeves. He tossed the towel away, and discarding it into the corner of the room. Moving away, he walked to a dresser, and looked through them. He grabbed a pair of boxers, before going back to the bed.
She was a like a doll almost, but she was alive, and breathing. He laid her down on her back, and slipped the boxers up. He lifted her up, his hand on her lower back, as he jerked the boxers over her butt, and to her waist. Sighing, he looked down at her; she was staring at him again.
Her hair framed her face, and fanned out over the bed, still wet from the bath, but slowly drying.
He moved away, and switched the lights off in the room.
When he turned, she was sitting on the bed, looking at her hands.
Frowning, he went to the bed, and took a seat next to her. "Feeling any better?" She looked up at him, and slowly nodded. "Artigato Squall. Domo Artigato."
The corner of his mouth lifted, and he nodded, "You're welcome." He tilted his head slightly, as he stared at her face. Something in him urged him to do something, anything, but his mind was at a blank.
Suddenly, she leaned towards him, and her lips brushed his. It was quick, and was over before it started. She turned her head to the side, frustration all over her face.
He blinked, shock slowly draining from him, as he stared at her in disbelief.
"Gomen, I shouldn't have...but you've been nothing but nice to me...and...and..." She was stammering over her words, trying to find the right ones to say.
Taking action, he took hold of her chin, in his hand, holding it gently. Slowly, he moved closer. He watched her, as her eyes fell to his mouth, staring at it in wonder. He moved closer, and her eyes fell shut. He brushed his lips across hers, as if he was testing himself.
Her lips parted, and she tried to move closer to him. He moved back to her again, touching lips, this time lingering longer than last time. He pulled back, where they're lips still could touch, if either one tried.
"What about..." he kissed her again, this time, tasting her lips with his tongue, before he pulled back again. "What about...Rinoa...?" His lips claimed hers once more, and this time, he didn't pull away. Tilting her head under his, he tasted her. He deepened the kiss, as she shifted, her hands running over his chest, and grasping his shoulders.
He felt her crawl onto his lap, and he groaned. His hands fell to her waist, rubbing her sides. She gasped their lips separating for only a second, before she came back. Need tugged at them both, feeding them farther than they should go.
Usagi's hands came up, framing his face, and she ran her fingers through his hair. She pressed herself closer to him, not wanting the kiss to end.
Squall pulled back, and their eyes met. They both gasped for air, their lungs deprived for too long. His heart was racing in his chest, and everything inside him, urged him to continue. His hands roamed up inside her shirt, massaging her back gently. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. They fell back against the bed hunger raging through them both. Moving around, they laid on top of the blankets, with her on top of him, and her hands itching to rip his clothes off of him.
He pulled back again, trying to collect his thoughts. She stared down at him, her eyes dark with passion, and want. He watched as the color dwindled, and sleep started to tug at her. With a sigh, he rolled them over to their sides, and watched her.
Her hands grasped the sleeves of his shirt, holding on tightly. Her eyes began to droop, and sleep claimed her quickly. He let out a breath of air, and shifted slightly to get comfortable. Once he stopped moving, she curled up against him, her body fitting perfectly against his. Sleep tugged at him, and unconsciously, he draped an arm over her waist, and wrapped it around her back, holding her close.
Before his eyes closed, he saw her snuggle closer to him, and he fell fast asleep, with Usagi in his arms.
?????
Groaning, she opened her eyes, to find herself alone in a large bed. Blankets had been pulled up to her chin. Glancing around without moving, she studied the room she was in.
White walls, decorated with nothing, but a mirror on the far wall, and a window in front of her. The floor was made up of royal blue carpet, soft enough, to sleep on. The bed she laid on was queen size, with plain white sheets, fluffy pillows, a soft light blue blanket, and a dark blue comforter.
She inhaled deeply, and she could smell food cooking. The scent was so strong; it had come into the room, even with the door shut. She didn't dare move from where she laid, afraid if she did, she would feel pain.
She heard the door to the room open, and stiffened from under the blankets. She heard someone step into the room, and heard the sound of dishes clattering together. Curious, she rolled her head to the side, and looked at the door. She blinked in surprise.
"Squall?"
He froze, as if he hadn't expected her to be awake. Slowly, he moved his eyes to her, and asked, "So you're awake?" She flushed, and sat up on the bed. Rubbed her eyes, she looked around. "What time is it?"
Squall moved towards the bed, and handed her a plate full of breakfast, before answering, "three o'clock."
She looked up at him with startled eyes, "at night?" He slightly frowned, and shook his head, glancing over at the curtains, that blocked the window. "No, in the morning."
She sighed in relief, and looked down at the plate on her lap. She picked up the fork, studying it. "You made this?" He nodded, sitting down at the end of the bed.
Usagi smiled sheepishly, when her stomach growled. "Guess I'm hungry." She started eating, shoveling the food into her mouth. Squall watched fascinated by the way she was able to eat so fast, and so much, and looked the way she did.
Finished, Usagi put the plate on the nightstand, and rubbed her stomach, "that was yummy Squall, you're an excellent cook." He smirked, studying her. His eyes fell to her hand, as he asked, "how are you feeling?"
Sighing, her head bent down, her chin resting on her chest. "Hai, I'm okay now. Artigato for taking care of me Squall." She lifted her eyes, to look at him. He was staring at the wall in front of him, a frowned fixed on his face. "For everything." He turned his gaze to her, and a single eyebrow rose.
She flushed, looking away, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. "Here I'll take your plate." He stood, and moved to the nightstand, taking her plate, and left the room.
Sitting there all alone, she fiddled with the blanket that covered her waist down. "I should call my okaasan, and tell her..." "She called. Woke me up around twelve last night. I told her you were staying the night, since my place was closer, and you were too tired to go all the way home." He walked back into the room, leaning against the doorjamb. "She said, you had to be home by two today, to tell her all about the dance."
Usagi nodded, "artigato for not telling her." He shrugged, eyeing her closely. She met his gaze, "Nani?" He shrugged again, this time pushing himself from the door, and moved across the room. "Want to tell me what happened?"
She frowned, looking away. "Not really." He took a seat next to her, "is it really that bad?" He sounded skeptical, disbelieving. Anger shot through her before she could even think about his question. She snapped, "What do you think?" She shot him a hard gaze, unable to hide the heat that licked her veins, and increased the adrenalin rush.
Catching the warning in her voice, he shrugged, "I'm not sure what to think. I found you last night in the park, in tears, bleeding from multiple cuts on your body. You went into shock last night you know that, and had come close to breaking down completely."
She looked down at her lap, and sighed long and deep. "I...I'm not ready to tell anyone, not yet." Squall nodded, and shifted closer to her. Taking care not to startle her, he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, and let her lean against him. "Its alright Usagi."
Even though on the outside, he looked calm, and his voice was cool, on the inside, his blood was roaring in his veins. She inhaled sharply, and sighed in relief, knowing that he was there for her, at least for now. He looked down, seeing only the top of her head, the golden hair, which was let down. He thought about last night, and frowned. It had started out bad, and led to what, he wasn't too sure he was ready to even think about yet. He was still trying to get passed the part at the park, let alone what nearly happened here on his bed.
She had been vulnerable, and he was now thankful, he had stopped before things went to far.
She looked up, meeting his eyes. They sat on the bed, in a dark room. Light had yet to rise outside his window, and the moon wasn't out anymore. Slowly, her hand grasped the front of his shirt, holding it like a vise.
He saw it, in her eyes, like he had last night, and knew he needed to get out of there, while he still had the control. He tried to think of something, tried to remember Rinoa, but couldn't even conjure up her face in his mind.
"Squall?"
He his breath caught, and he wanted to look away, but his eyes never left her mouth. "Yea?" He watched, as she licked her lips, before answering, "Don't leave me." She sounded so desperate, needing to know that he was there for her, that she wouldn't leave him. He tried, but found himself drowning in her eyes, and couldn't find a way out in the pools of darkness.
He touched her face, framing it with his hands, and leaned in, hovering above her lips. Her eyes clouded over, nearly shut. Knowing it was too late, he whispered, "never." He captured her lips, in a passionate kiss, that sent both their minds exploding.
Instantly, she moved pulling herself close to him, clinging to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers loosing themselves in his hair.
Taking action, she parted her lips beneath his, and attentively, ran her tongue along his bottom lip. Groaning, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, devouring her taste, like a greedy kid would with a candy bar. She gasped against his lips, as she straddled his lap, wanting to be closer, pressing her body against his. They fell over, her back hitting the mattress. He pulled back, only to look into her eyes. They were dark with passion, and want. Not understanding, what he was throwing himself into; he reached down with wandering hands. He grasped the shirt she wore, pushing it up.
He watched her face, as he lifted the shirt up. Her arms rose, and he pulled the shirt up over her head, and he tossed it out of the away. Moving down, he grasped the waistband of the boxers. She arched up against him so he could yank them down to her ankles, and she kicked them off.
He kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body, making her wriggle. He felt her hands on his chest, and he felt her fingers unbutton his shirt. He pulled back, and ripped it off the rest of the way, the buttons snapping. He wrestled out of it, making her giggle, at his frustration. Once he got his arms out, he threw it into a corner of the room.
He leaned back down, claiming her lips again, unable to get enough of her taste. She kissed back, tilting her head beneath his, moving her lips against his. With clumsy fingers, she unclasped the button of his pants, and slid the zipper down.
He caught her hands in his, lifting them up over her head. He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. He kissed her lips, once, twice, before he pulled away. "But..." He silenced her with another kiss, before pulling back again. "You first."
She frowned; trying to figure his meaning, when suddenly pleasure shot through her body, causing her to cry out, and her body to arch.