Disclaimer: I'm out of school! I'm free! Freedom, all you insubordinates...fear me and my newfound summer vacation...Bwahaha.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I normally don't do author's notes in the beginning of the chapter, but I drank a buttload of coffee to celebrate getting out of school and decided that, in honor of my release from this horrid year of school, I'd give all of my most-lovely reviewers this...thing. An interlude, smut (I'd guess you'd call it that). Enjoy.
Sweat poured down her face and her breathing came in labored gasps. Her fingers grabbed at the sheet and she tried to remain quiet, but she couldn't help it.
She groaned, loud enough to wake the dead.
He tried to ignore her, to continue, but she wouldn't let him get off. She wanted to hear him, too.
"C'mon, Leon, be a man," she pleaded. "Just do it already!"
He fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable. What if she didn't want it and she was just trying to make him feel better?
She groaned again and pleaded this time, "Please!"
He tried to turn away from her, to resist, but she grabbed his arm, yanking him back onto the bed and burying her face in his chest.
"Do it!" came her desperate cry, and he felt himself crumbling.
No, he thought to himself. He tried to get back his stoic attitude, knowing she only wanted it because he did.
He wasn't allowed to give in that easily.
He had to think of her needs.
She panted into his bare chest, trying to console herself. Why wouldn't he just do it already?
Your needs, her needs, they're all the same, now! Leon's inner voice told him. You virtually belong to each other, now, and so everything's the same. Just do it!
"Yuffie," he began, his voice hoarse.
"Leon, if you really, really care, you'd just do it already!" she wailed, wrapping her arms around him and trying to burrow into his chest.
He couldn't help it. She was breaking his reserve.
"I..." he began, but already knew it. His face softened; he had to give her what she wanted.
"Please, Leon, I'm dying," she whispered. Then, with a sudden ferocity, she shouted, "Just take out the trash already!"
Haha. That had nothing to do with the plot at all. I kept writing Squall instead of Leon. Hmm. Anyway, enjoy. I'm not that gross, really; you'll never see that sort of stuff in my stories. Real Squiffie next chapter.