From A to Z

by WishingDreamer5

Not in a zillion years had he thought that he would admit it to himself, but there might be a small chance that he was...in love with her. It was pretty pathetic and he'd rather die than tell anyone, but he couldn't fight it anymore. She'd found the way to his heart... -26 Squinoa snippets about their complex relationship, with the letters of the alphabet as a prompt.

20. Testing

A/N: Lol, these drabbles are getting shorter and shorter.

Thanks: Bebedora, MaroonAngel of Darkness, and KeyBlader99. :)

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~ Sometimes, he had to wonder if she was testing him again, when she said something strange. ~

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T. - Testing

"Well, then maybe a nice massage could help you loosen up a bit."

Squall raised a finely arched brow at her odd (for a lack of better word) suggestion. "Excuse me?"

Sometimes, he really had to wonder if she was testing him again, when she said something strange like now.

Usually, though, she was being serious, no matter how weird the things were that she said. Another reason he should be scared.

"A massage, silly," Rinoa repeated, the beginnings of a smile adorning her angelic face when she caught that incredulous look on his chiseled face. "You're tired and moody. So it could do wonders for you, especially with such a tense back."

She prodded his back with her index finger for good measure, and he responded with a mild glare that clearly told her to stop that.

"No, thanks."

"Oh c'mon, Squall! Don't tell me you feel embarrassed around your own girlfriend."

"I'm not," he quickly said, but Rinoa went on like nothing happened.

"Or do you think that I suck at giving massages?"

"No, I'm fi-"

Before the brunet man could even finish his sentence, Rinoa had situated herself behind him, taken off his leather coat and was gently kneading his shoulders. Whatever it was that the dark-haired man had wanted to say, he was taking it back now.

Okay, maybe not, he thought, when he felt Rinoa's soothing touches on his shoulder.

"Relax, Squall. It's not like I'm going to hurt you."

Slowly, but expertly, her hands traveled lower, to his back and Squall let out a satisfied sigh as his girlfriend's fingers worked its magic. He couldn't deny it now; it felt great. Rinoa was a massage goddess.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked softly. The dark-haired man grunted in response, but she could tell that he really liked it. "I told you so."

And by the time she was done with him, Squall would become a very sleepy, but very happy puddle of goo.

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A/N: Next chapter: He still didn't seem to understand what that girl found so interesting about him that she never left him alone anymore. But then again, the world had more (unsolvable) mysteries these days.