A/N: I know that updates are very few and far in between (not to mention that the chapters are pretty short, too), but I hope you still enjoy them. :)

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~ They were both restless in a way, so maybe they could help each other out now and then? ~

R. - Restless

Rinoa glanced briefly at the clock on the opposite wall, much like she had done every five minutes. Squall always went training when he was feeling a little restless and she honestly couldn't blame him for that. It was his way of living and she fully understood that, she really did. But it was so unbelievably boring without him being around her.

She would never tell him that, of course. After all, he would only reward her with a semi-indifferent "Whatever."

Actually, they were both restless in a way (though her restlessness should be blamed on the fact that she missed him), so maybe they could help each other out now and then?

Surely, the brunet wouldn't mind that. Rinoa knew that he would never voice his thoughts, but he wouldn't tell her to stop, either.

Just when the raven-haired beauty wanted to call him, she heard the front door close, meaning that he was home. This sound was followed by two heavy thuds that indicated that Squall had taken off his boots. He only did that when he was tired or when she had mopped the floor. Since she hadn't done the latter today, the poor man was probably exhausted. It didn't matter to her, though; Squall was always extra huggable (and irritable) when he was tired, anyway. After all, he couldn't protest for that long, although she was sure that he liked her hugs, even though he stayed quiet about it.

However, Rinoa wasn't prepared to see her Squall sweaty and shirtless, his hair a mess, but still thick and glossy and just absolutely fabulous. So naturally, when he appeared in the doorway, her mouth dropped open in sheer surprise (and awe).

"What?" he asked with mild interest, and his eyes seemed to glow faintly, making him look even more handsome.

Rinoa opened her mouth and closed it again, unable to form any words other than "Wow!"

The man sighed, running a gloved hand through his chocolate-colored locks, not knowing. "Are you okay?" he asked now, stepping closer to her.

She blushed. Was she okay? Hyne, if only he knew what he was doing to her. All that trained had paid off, she could clearly tell that from his muscular form...

"I'm fine," she chirped, looking away, while trying to control her heartbeat. In an attempt to change the subject, the raven-haired woman asked, "Where's your shirt?"

"I got in a fight and...a monster tore it apart," was the simple explanation.

Of course...

"Well, then I should thank the monster for doing that," Rinoa muttered, more to herself than to her boyfriend.

Squall raised a finely arched eyebrow. "What was that?"

"Er... nothing!"

The poor woman didn't know how quickly she should get out of the room. But could you blame her? It wasn't like Squall walked in like this every day... But she wouldn't mind if it happened more often; she could get used to it.

A/N: Next chapter: "Don't worry. Telling me what you think of it won't scar me for life," he said with that perfect monotone voice. Rinoa couldn't help but glance up at the massive scar on the bridge of his nose and wonder if he was being sarcastic again, or not.