Disclaimer: I think it's kinda obvious. If I owned FF VIII, I wouldn't need a job right now. Or I'd already have one, so um, yeah...

Note: Okay, my laptop doesn't have Micro Word, or spell check, so please excuse any spelling, and other errors. Also, bold, italics, and such are bye bye until I buy Micro Word. Or someone buys it for me (hint, hint. J/k). But seriously, it's bye bye 'til then. Must get job to buy upgrades... But must get good grades at same time... Darn... Job needed.... Also to get car to drive around with boyfriend ^v^.

Chapter 52: Lip Lickin' Good

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING BAD THAT YOU READ!

Ocea stared out of the window, her fury subsiding. Her clenchd hands sat on the side of the window, bleeding slightly as her nails dug into her palms. She slowly, and quietly growled, her magical arts at work. She found something that had upset her, and Squall sat watching as her.

He was in the cargo bay with both of them. His hand rubbed the frost away from the glass in Rinoa's cryo unit. Her face had been washed, and unless you saw below her chin, she looked like she was just blue, and asleep. Squall's fingers slid across the glass, a memory coming to mind. He slightly smiled, and looked up at Ocea.

Her back was to him as she continued to stare out the window, her mind at work on other things. The glass refogged, and frosted up quickly, as he looked at Rinoa's cadaver again. Squall walked to Ocea, placing his arms around her thinning waist. Her rations were gone, though she had been frugal with them. She stood unfazed by his touch, his warm breath against her cool skin.

He kissed her neck lightly, wondering what she was thinking about that had here acting strangly again. Then a flash went before his eyes, a tunnel of swirling black, and blue lights with occasional streaks of white. He was in her thoughts, her mind. He looked around, the black void around him. He then saw Latisha. He walked to her, careful as to not anger her in her own element.

Latisha slankily walked to him, the black rainments swaying with her hips. She bit her lip lustfully, and said he shouldn't be there. She put her hand in his neck, and walked around him, very playfully.

Latisha: So, you know one of our dirty little secrets. Naughty Biggs told you, and now he's paying for it. Don't want to kill him though. He's more fun alive. Not that I'm into nacrophelia, or anything. Or that I'd ever do the dirty with him. You... on the other hand. Well, you are quite the catch. Taciturn, and, well, lets be honest, hot.

Squall: Why am I here?

Latisha: Don't ask me. You came here yourself. Ocea didn't bring you either. She's.. out right now on business. She's the brains in some cases, and I'm the brauns. Well, that's what she thinks. I tend to make a lot of decisions though.

Latisha was standing before Squall again, holding, and looking at his hand. She put his finger to her mouth, licking her fangs. She drew a small dagger from her thigh, and cut his phalange. Blood dripped as she replaced her blade, and began to suck the blood. She was slow, and seductive, making her point pellucid. Her finger gently massaged his finger, and Ocea returned.

Squall, quite embarassed, pulled away. Ocea didn't care really, she, and Ocea were one person, and it wasn't like he was on top of her. That, and tha fact that she was as tired as hell. She had been in talks with some of her contacts, new information obtained.

Latisha: Did you find him?

Ocea nods: Yes, Odin is alive.

Latisha: Tasty. Where is he?

Ocea: Leave him be for now. He is recooperating from the last summons that almost killed him.

Squall (thinks): Seifer...

Ocea: Yes, Seifer. When a Guardian Force is killed, or knocked out in battle, they need time to recooperate. Such is the case with him. He was sliced into two, but most of him is mended.

Latisha: Did you heal him?

Ocea: He refused. he said my service was needed elsewhere.

Latisha: Typical male. Can't accept help from anyone really.

Squall: Whatever.

Latisha: Especially you loner boy.

Ocea: Sge does have a point in your case.

Latisha: See?

Squall: Whatever.

Ocea: He's so cute when he's irritated.

Latisha: I prefer him all hot, and bothered.

Ocea: Well...

Latisha: Lion boy got here by himself.

Ocea: F---

Latisha: My sentiments exactly.

Ocea: Go search for Deluge.

Latisha: So not cool.

Ocea: Hey, I went out on the limb there, and found Odin. you find where Deluge rests in his subconscious.

Latisha: Ai, ai, El Capitan-

Ocea: Don't even finish that.

Latisha: Just don't let him go prowling around. Especially since the you- know-what has become an issue.

Ocea: Just go.

Latisha (sings): I'm arguing with myself. Need psychiatric help...

Ocea: Bit-

Squall: You're calling yourself that.

Ocea: Yeah, I know.

Squall: ...

Ocea: So, why are you here?

Squall: I don't know/

Ocea: How did you get here?

Squall: I don't know.

Ocea: Intriguing. Rarely any can get past my barriers, and you stumbled through them. Quite interesting.

Latisha: You are one sick guy. I like you even more now.

Squall: ...

Latisha: Oc, you need to check out his mind. Naughty boy.

Squall: Stay out of my-

Latisha: Head? (giggles)

Ocea: No comment. (what she would have said is in blue neon lights abover her head) S--t.

Latisha: We all know where your mind is. So that's why you like him. Another point for the rain man.

Squall: Go to hell.

Ocea: Hey!

Latisha: Already been, little boy. It's not very fun. Watching the souls of your friends burn to a crisp, and die a thousand deaths. The cruelest punishment for your allies. Yes, I may very well go to hell again. But when I do it's freezing over, and the souls released except for the truly evil ones, and Hades. Watch what you do, I'll be watching.

Ocea: By the time that happens we'll be one.

Latisha: I can't be horny all the time now can I?

Ocea: (sighs) ...

Squall: My finger is better...?

Ocea: Yeah, this is just thoughts, no actions. you thought you were cut, but now you've forgotten, so it "healed."

Latisha: Soooooo. Deluge is half awake. Thus the head problem.

Ocea: Aw, f--k.

Squall: What?

Latisha: Deluge? Your previuos, lickable, ah, hell, he's friggin' drop to me knees hot.

Ocea: That says a lot.

Latisha: I don't drop easy.

Squall: As in, oral?

Latisha: (scoffs) No way!... Well, for him maybe...

Ocea: We meant drop to our knees, and pray in thanks. You are a perv.

Latisha: Told ya.

Ocea: Shush.

Squall: Well, it' not you haven't-

Ocea: SHUT UP!

Latisha: So, is our mind a brothel now, or somethin'?

Ocea: No, why?

Latisha: Then can you go ahead, and give him (whispers).

Ocea: Bad pun.

Squall: You do realize that I can read your thoughts. They are in neon lights.

Ocea: Don't read them then.

Squall: ...And pictures.

Latisha: I have quite the vivid imagination.

Ocea: Hmmm.... Interesting. I that why-

Latisha: Yes.

Squall (thinks): I want to leave.

Latisha: Well, he left.

(outside of mind)

Squall (thinks): I'm in my body... Finally...

Ocea: Well, you got out at least.

Squall: As for the whole Deluge thing, what do I do?

Ocea: Oh, Latisha fixed that.

Squall: Oh...

Ocea: Oh, she says (seductively) "Hi."

Squall (thinks): Oh.... Hyne....