A/N: I don't own FF8 (none of us do). This story was created for DeeMoyza for the Rare Pair Fic Exchange back in 2021. I forgot to share it on here because well... I forgot.
This almost became smutty until I realized Dee didn't want that. So have some sensual fun!
Rinoa was fond of her naps. Whenever the Sorceress roused herself awake, she found that usually she was alone and had the entire bed to herself. All the space to stretch and enjoy. In retrospect, that's a wonderful thing for those that did not like to share their space. But when she stretched and felt warm limbs behind her, it brought a fond smile to her features. Rolling over, she observed how her girlfriend was still in bed for once. By the looks of it, she must have woken up once before if the book laying on her chest was any indication. It was a fantasy romance novel that depicted a Sorceress that had a female knight. Selphie recommended the book considering the nature of Rinoa and Quistis's relationship together. Figured it would be helpful or just something really innocent to read.
They hadn't broached the subject considering Rinoa wasn't necessarily in need of a new knight. Squall still held the reigns in that regard, which wasn't bad. Yet, she couldn't help but romanticize the concept of having a lover as someone that protected her. Maybe there were some scriptures that she herself could read? Balamb had limited information pertaining to such knowledge originally. Yet with Laguna's influence, he had helped send over pieces of history that only Esthar had documents of. Helping not only Garden but those that wished to find out more about this topic. Amazing how even books about Sorceresses and their knights were originally banned in Galbadia, and there were no traces of the knowledge.
Her mind can worry about that later. Rinoa gently took the book off of her blonde girlfriend's chest. It was slowly drifting down given the satin material the blonde's shirt was comprised of. Reaching over, she thoughtfully placed a bookmark placeholder in the book. She remembered the one time she dog-eared a book that Quistis owned, and she was mopey. Rinoa apologized and didn't realize how particular her intelligent lover was about her reading materials. Setting the book on the nightstand nearest her, she curled closer towards the mercenary professional. Idly moving some blonde tresses that had fallen over her closed eyes, she hadn't realized that she was rousing slowly from her sleep.
A rousing moan rumbled in Quistis's throat before she opened one blue eye curiously. "You're awake." The statement was induced with her groggy sleep-induced voice. It pleased the freedom fighter as her smile spread from her lips to her earthy eyes, glistening no matter where one looked. "And before you~" She teased; her voice scratchy from unuse.
Leaning upwards, she placed an innocent kiss on her girlfriend's peach lips. There was something about having a woman that brushed their teeth and applied chapstick before bed that just made morning kisses more rewarding. Fun, but rewarding. A few chaste pecks had manifested into a leisurely yet sensual, make-out session. Rinoa usually led since Quistis was still trying to get her bearings around how she wanted to fit into their relationship. However, feeling a curious arm wrap around her lithe waist and another squeezed a soft upper thigh, with teasing fingers inching closer to the core heat of Rinoa's inner thigh before settling where they originally were.
Soft moans spilled from the vivacious woman spurring her to become eager even though she was battling with being patient. Quistis always said that good things come to those who wait and while she was more than willing to wait it out, it felt like torture. Sexy torture, but torture nonetheless.
"Mm, 'Stis…" The disheveled brunette slurred out as she withdrew her lips, licking them all the while. Tastes like the mangoes Balamb grew on their island. Too bad that wasn't what Rinoa had a desire to eat right now.
The woman underneath her, craned their neck slightly to move blonde hair out of her eyes further to take in the sights that was Rinoa. Old navy blue Balamb gym shirt that Rinoa loved the cotton texture of when she slept, mussed brunette hair with their golden highlights, as her hair provided a one-sided curtain for them. Looking down she could see her girlfriend attempting to resist the need to rut against her bare thigh.
"Yes?" The tone too sweet and husky for having woken up a second time today.
"You're putting me in the mood, and you know how I get," Rinoa warned lightly, giggling softly as both of Quistis's hands felt the need to roam underneath the soft cotton t-shirt, settling them on Rin's hips.
There was something mischievous yet calculating about how those bedroom blue eyes twinkled at her. Desire fueled and pooled slowly in Rinoa's lower abdomen, so she opted to lean forward and resume adoring her girlfriend with another kiss, resuming the slow and tentative lip-locking. It was all well and good until her girlfriend started to tease. Feeling soft hands on her breasts, the soft plucking on her nipples even though she enjoyed the graze of Quistis's fingernails against them. When she stopped, Rinoa found herself committing to grinding against her lover's thigh, not roughly but as a sign that she wanted more. It was so easy to vocalize what she wanted, Rinoa always did and found it so much easier. Yet, she had a type for those that loved to tease, and she hated to admit it, but she enjoyed the build-up it brought.
Granted, only Quistis had been able to handle her when she was at her most… feral. She didn't require taming but to watch her become awash with pleasure over and over again, it was clearly one of Quistis's favorite pastimes. Sometimes, she just liked to change it up. Like not giving in to Rinoa's desires and edging her to frustration or exercising her own way of taking control with her feisty lover. Having patience was key to getting the results she wanted and while Rinoa was building up being patient… it is better to get it over with and stop waiting.
Too bad that their lovely foreplay appeared to be drawing to a close. The mercenary's cell phone alarm went off. Disoriented and annoyed, Rinoa glared at the offender as if that inanimate object wronged her for the last time. Reaching for the device, Quistis turned the alarm off and decided to send a message to someone before putting it back on the table.
"I'm going—" She started and Rinoa already knew the famous words.
"To a meeting? I figured." While Rinoa usually knew that mercenaries in Garden had a tight agenda and since Quistis was high up in authority, her presence was usually wanted. It sucked, all she wanted was some more time.
The chuckle that passed Quistis's lips unintentionally ignited another wave of desire to flood Rinoa's intimate senses. Instead of the earlier mischievous smile, it was genuine and without a devious plan behind it. "The meeting I was supposed to go to got canceled. So…" Her fingertips decided to toy lightly with the pink underwear her girlfriend wore. "I'm all yours for the day."
Replaying that phrase over and over in her head, she gave a devious smile on those pink lips that Quistis wanted more of. "All mine huh?" Rinoa repeated for her own benefit than anything else. Reaching to pull her t-shirt over her head and tossing it on the floor, allowing Quistis to enjoy the view that straddled her. "I know how we can spend this very moment." Her own hands moved to gently tug at the crimson satin button-down shirt she wore. The equally as eager and not nearly as worried about a meeting blonde giggled at her fervent girlfriend started to unbutton her shirt.
Quistis could definitely get used to spending her afternoons like this instead.