Author's Note: For those of you who know me, or read my profile you will see that it says I quit writing fan-fiction. I did. For a while. (I'm still open for editing jobs though. But then I got an idea for a story.) Well it's not really my idea. It's the idea of whoever wrote the movie "Love with the Proper Stranger." A good movie, I might add. But I got the idea to make it into a Final Fantasy VIII fanfic so. But this is the prologue, a part of the movie alluded over so. I am posting this and if people are interested then I will write more. If not, I'll stick to editing.

Disclaimer: The plot isn't mine, neither are the characters. But the words in-between are mine so.

Prologue

He hadn't been affiliated with Garden for years, so why was it that he was still required to attend the graduation balls? He shrugged away the thought and picked up another glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

"Well," he thought. "At least the alcohol is free." He downed the drink in one gulp and added the glass to his collection on the railing in front of him.

"Just a little longer and it's no longer considered rude if I leave," the brunette thought, looking at his watch.

He felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He spun around to see a short, black haired girl in a yellow dress behind him.

"You've been standing here all night. I was wondering if you wanted to dance," she said. He looked away from her and mulled it over in his head. When he looked back over to her, she was biting her lip.

"Sure," he replied finally. "It would kill some time," his mind added.

She smiled brightly and pulled him down the stairs and onto the shiny dance floor where a mob of people were already dancing to the up beat tune the band was playing.

"My name is Rinoa, by the way," she mentioned as he placed a hand on her hip.

"Squall," he replied and they began to dance. They both stumbled their way across the dance floor, making Squall wonder if she had been drinking heavily too.

As the music slowed and the lights dimmed, the pairs began to either leave the floor or push closer to one another. Squall stopped and looked at Rinoa unsure.

"It's okay, I don't mind," she told him. He smirked and pulled her roughly into him.

"You wanna get outta here?" he asked her, when the song ended. She looked at him for a while, then slowly nodded. He took her hand and led her out of the ballroom and into the main hall.

"Where to?" she asked.

"I dunno. I just needed to get out of there."

"Oh. Hey I heard this place has a secret area somewhere in here."

"Yeah, it does. But it's probably filled with horny teenagers."

"Oh."

"My friend's got a room here, with a balcony."

"Really, are you sure he won't mind?"

"Nah, he's out on some mission. He'll never know we were there," he said with a wink.

She smiled unsure but shook her head and said, "Okay, let's go."

Squall took Rinoa by the hand down the empty corridors towards the SeeD dorms. He stopped in front of the last door and crouched before the key hole and pulled something from his pocket.

"Don't you have a key?" she asked.

"I'm a SeeD. SeeD don't need keys," he said, jamming the object into the lock making a loud clicking sound.

"But this is breaking and entering. Won't we get in trouble?"

"Don't worry darling," he told her. "Nida's not here and no one will know."

Squall pushed open the door and pulled Rinoa into the dark room. He closed the door and turned on a light and moved further into the apartment. Her eyes squinted and looked around.

"We better be careful if he wants no one to think we were here," she thought.

"You wanna drink?" he asked, walking from the kitchen holding a bottle.

"Sure, what do you have?"

"Well I found this Deiling Scotch. You want a little?"

"Sure."

Squall walked back to the kitchen area and pulled out two glasses. He put two pieces of ice in each cup and filled them both a third of the way with the liquor. Rinoa stood at the counter watching him.

"Water?" he asked holding up the glass.

"Yes, please."

He nodded and added water to her drink and handed it to her. She took the glass and moved into the bedroom and out onto the balcony. She surveyed the land and the bright lights of the fishing town below.

"Balamb is so pretty at night."

"Yep," he said taking a sip of his drink. He placed the glass down on the rail and put a hand on her back. She tensed slightly. She looked over to see him looking at her. She smiled a little as he moved in and kissed her. She was a little unsure at first, but then moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned her against the railing, deepening the kiss.

"Do you wanna go back inside?" he asked out of breath. She could feel his breath on her neck, as he waited for her answer.

He felt her head move and looked to see her shake her head.

With a smirk, he pulled her into the darkened bedroom and began to kiss her again. He kissed down her neck and moved her dress straps from her shoulders. She let out a moan of approval and began toying with the front of his shirt. He slipped the dress down her body and brought her down to the bed. Squall then removed his shirt and coat and covered her body with his. They kissed again and his hand trailed down to her chest, extracting more moans from her. The other hand expertly reached around her and unhooked her bra. A loud clunk from the bottom of the bed, made Squall stop.

"What was that?" he asked getting off of her.

"My shoes," she said breathlessly. "We can't very well do this with our shoes on."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.

She bit her lip again and nodded slowly.

"Okay," he said lowing himself back on to her.