Do you guys hate me yet? I hope not. Please don't be mad but I have had absolutely no ideas for this story, and I've had a lot going on and I've been working on my Final Fantasy X story, so this one has been kinda… in the backseat somewhere. But Deplora threatened not to post any more chapters until I started to write more of this story. (Which I command all of you to read if you want a good Squffie. It's called "These Are Thee Days.") So I write. Hope you guys are happy! Oh, and to be warned, there's some fairly racy stuff in this chapter. Nothing to boost the rating but definitely make sure that all males and all young children (say under the age of eleven) are out of the room.
No more disclaimers for me! I have stolen all of the characters from the Squaresoft database and they are now in my possession. Mostly I just use Riku for my own personal… things… hehehe.
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Squall paced nervously in the hotel lobby, wearing down the carpet. He knew that Yuffie was in their room and that he would have to go in eventually, but things between them were getting steadily more awkward since she had kissed him a few days ago, and he had admitted outright to her that he liked it. What was brewing here? He's been sleeping on a sofa in Cid's shop for the last several nights because he didn't want to have to face Yuffie but sleeping on a sofa was keeping him from precious sleep, and he decided, reluctantly, that he would just have to go back to sharing a room—and a bed—with Yuffie.
A clock on the wall chimed at twelve-thirty. He thought—or maybe he desperately hoped—that Yuffie was sleeping by then, so he carefully and quietly unlocked the door to their room and crept inside.
It was pitch-black. He could barely see a think and he hoped that he wouldn't trip on anything or knock anything over in the process of getting from the door to the bed. About halfway there he figured that he was doing fairly well. It must have jinxed his luck, because no sooner did her finish the thought did he smash his shins on a chair and fall over it with a very loud thud. A light in the corner turned on and Yuffie sleepily sat up and look at him, tangled up in a chair and trying to maintain his dignity.
"Squall?" She asked. "What happened to you?"
"I fell," he snapped. She cowered a little bit at his tone and he immediately apologized. He didn't even know why he was apologizing to her—he wasn't supposed to like her, was he? No, he was supposed to merely tolerate her until the Heartless cleared up and everything could go back to normal. Or as normal as anything in his life would ever be.
"What are you doing in here so late?" She asked, scooting over in bed to make room for him. "And where have you been the last few days? I've been worried."
"Out."
"No you haven't been," she sat upright completely and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why won't you tell me the truth? It's not like I'll be angry."
"It's none of your business!" He snapped. Why was she always so nosy? But… it was her business. It was about her. "Just move over and let me sleep."
"Squall?"
"Leon."
She took his comment as meaning that he'd heard her. "I am moved over."
He sighed and climbed in next to her, pulling off his shirt and tossing it across the room. It landed on the clock on the wall. He reached over and grabbed the blankets from here she had been hoarding them and uncovered most of her, revealing her choice of pajamas: underwear and a tank top. He nearly swallowed his tongue, hoping that nothing would solidify under the blankets.
"Y-Yuffie," he stammered. "Go put some pants on!"
"Why?" She asked. "It's not like you've never seen bare legs before." She rolled over and shut off the light. Honestly. He was so immature about some things.
"Yuffie—"
"Squall!" Yuffie said, exasperated. "They're just my legs! It's not like I'm flashing or anything! They're legs! I have a pair, Aerith has a pair, and, yes, even you have a pair of them, granted they're a lot hairier than mine or Aerith's."
Squall blinked. Did she just get the best of him again? This really wasn't his week. Or maybe it was. He lay back down, remembering Yuffie's candid kiss from standing on a bench as he fell into sleep.
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Vines grew all over the room, covering the walls and most of the furniture. The ceiling was gone, allowing sunlight to bathe the now-overgrown hotel room. Ivy, flowers, and a very tall tree grew inside Squall's hotel room, leaving him in the shade.
"What the hell happened here?" He asked. He looked for Yuffie, only to find the right side of the bed empty. "Yuffie?" He found himself worried, now. If the entire ceiling of the room was missing, maybe something evil had come into the room in the middle of the night and eaten her, or taken her away, or—
"I'm right here," she murmured. Squall turned his head towards the foot of the bed where he swore that Yuffie was not standing a moment ago. Actually, she was on one hip on the floor, holding her upper body up with her hands and looking slyly at him through half-closed eyes. She still wore her underwear and tank-top.
"Wait… you weren't there a minute ago, were you?" He asked, confused. She merely smiled seductively.
"Maybe you weren't looking hard enough," she said in a low voice. She crawled closer, a sinister grin sitting on her lips. Squall moved backwards as she moved forward until he collided with the wall behind him, eyes wide. What was she playing at?
"What's with you?" He asked, trying to deter her from him. It wasn't working and he was out of room to run.
"What's wrong, Squall?" She asked. "Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" He snapped back. "Afraid of what? Of you? No! You're just…" he couldn't find a phrase. He was stopped from having to find a phrase when Yuffie's lips came crashing down on his. He made an uncharacteristic squeaky noise before leaning into the kiss, resigned to his fate and really not minding.
In a moment he felt her hands gliding across his chest, stomach, shoulders, and back. What was she thinking? Was she thinking at all? He soon figured out that he didn't really care what was happening, because he liked it. A lot. In the blink of an eye, clothing was discarded and the room was filled with whimpers and groans…
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Squall lurched awake, sitting upright in bed. It was probably morning, because Yuffie was out of her side of the bed and the light was on in the bathroom. He shifted somewhat, and to his utter horror, he felt something wet and sticky underneath his thighs. His eyes clenched shut and he turned such a vibrant shade of red.
Why now? He wondered. He thought that these "soggy dreams" were supposed to stop after the teenage years. Apparently whoever had told him was mistaken, and his assumptions were wrong. Great. He grabbed his pants and put them on underneath the blankets so that he wouldn't have to walk around with this mess all over him. Once up and out of bed, he gathered up the sheets and threw them into a basket that the housekeeping maid collected twice a week. He turned to see Yuffie standing in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning on the wooden molding with one arm and brushing her teeth with her other hand. She was wearing her usual choice of clothing—the green haltar-top and the shorts and the wocks that came way up her thighs.
"What're you staring at?" He snapped.
"Why'd you strip the bed?" She asked casually.
"The crud leftover from all of your midnight snacks is starting to migrate," he lied expertly. It was partially true—there were a few crumbs mixed in with those sheets.
"Sorry that I happen to get the munchies in the middle of the night!" Yuffie took the toothbrush out of her mouth and spat in the sink, finishing up her morning routine.
"Eat 'em somewhere else, okay?" He didn't feel much like arguing with her—and the details of his dream were still fresh in his mind, and he desperately needed to get them out of his mind, lest his body react to it.
He kicked Yuffie out of the bathroom so that he could clean up and dress, and when he came out she was sitting on the table in the middle of the room. He went to get his belts, his weapon, and his boots, and while Yuffie's didn't move at all, her eyes followed him. Her eyes were unreadable but she was thinking of something. He tried his best to ignore her as he slid his boots on and attached his weapon to his belt.
"Hey Squall?"
"Leon."
Eyes rolled. "Do you want to come on a walk with me?" She ask, all sweetness and innocence.
He turned, eyeing her suspiciously. It wasn't really her that he was afraid of. It was his thoughts, mixed with the details of last nights' dream. What scared him the most was realizing exactly how much he wanted that dream to enact itself. But a walk was perfectly innocent. Nothing could go wrong.
…could it?
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I know, I know, I know. Bad, bad, bad VL. I left you at a cliffy again, but at least I know what's gonna happen next chapter, courtesy of Deplora. (I owe you one!) So I'll start on it tomorrow or maybe the day after. I'm catching something so I don't feel 100% right now. Anyway. Please drop me a review. This chapter wasn't the best, and I think I'm slipping somewhat, but please try to bear with me until my mused comes back. You know I love you guys!
