Author's Notes: Been a while huh? Kinda lost inspiration for this after the last one. Had to actually get on a plane and go to Egypt in order to have this idea pop into my head :P

Would say I have more to come, but honestly the only thing I can think of to add to the Mini's would be a continuation of this scenario. Specifically at the resort. But, I don't have any solid plans. I'll think about it and see if I can come up with anything. If not, I shall have this set to complete, makes sense now that it's at ten chapters.

Thanks for the reviews and really glad you guys stuck with me for so long. Enjoy! :)

Flight

It wasn't very often that Squall and Rinoa travelled alone together. What with being busy with Garden and well, being a sorceress who pretty much lounged in the dorms and occasionally took part in a couple of battles, they didn't have much time alone together. This weekend was to be different.

After much pestering and moaning, Rinoa finally succeeding in getting the Commander out of Garden and in a weekend of secluded romance. Well, not entirely secluded. The plan was to visit a newly built Centrian resort away from Garden and any Garden associations. For once they were not Squall and Rinoa from Balamb Garden; they were Squall and Rinoa, a young couple looking to enjoy a private weekend away like any other normal couple.

The plan was easy enough; Squall had, as usual, written out a detailed itenary of their travel plans there and back. Starting with a flight from Balamb Airport to the newly built Odin Airstation just outside of Odin's tower. From there they were to hire a car and purchase a couple of extra fuel in case they decided on an extra excursion. The resort had both public and private pools, Jacuzzis, swimming pools, spa and sauna. Entertainment was as usual an all orchestra band, dancing, home entertainment system in the suites and even a mini cinema with new releases.

A weekend away for normal couples that honestly was something both were longing and looking forward to. However, Squall was travelling with Rinoa, and no matter how much either would try, Rinoa wasn't normal.

"Rin," Squall tutted irritably.

"Huh?"

"Stop moving; you'll annoy the people behind us," he warned in a harsh whisper.

Rinoa fidgeted in her seat, pressing a button on her arm rest and trying in vain to make her seat recline further than it allowed. Restraint was not in Rinoa's vocabulary. She wanted the back rest to lean further back as did the ones in Business Class, but she was forgetting one very small point. They weren't in Business Class; they weren't flying on business matters and had booked into normal economy seats to be as 'normal' as can be. Unfortunately for her, her seat was standard and creaked every time she tried to push it further back.

"Stop it!" Squall finally reprimanded after hearing the man behind Rinoa's seat huff for the tenth time.

Rinoa sulked in her seat, folding her arms and sticking her tongue out at him. Ignoring her immature behaviour, Squall rested his own back against the seat and allowed his body to relax comfortably.

Bored that her seat adjustment activity was put to an end, Rinoa started browsing at the buttons displayed on her arm rest. The top half of it was controls for the entertainment screen attached to back of the seat in front of her. The bottom part of the buttons was controls for lights, AC and a button to call for assistance from the cabin crew.

Not wanting to disturb the cabin crew just yet, Rinoa started playing around, switching the lights above her head on, then switching them off. They seemed to be working well; the bulbs worked like new as bright, white light shone down on her and Squall. The air condition was cold and sent chills down her arms as soon as she turned it on.

How bright was the light again? Switching it on Rinoa looked back up before turning it off. She did this a couple of times, watching the round bulb's light glow on and off, anticipating the millisecond time length it took for the light to come on after she had just pressed the button.

She was about to turn the lights on again when she felt a hand clamp down over hers. Looking to her right she met with Squall's irritated glare.

"Enough."

Grunting at her, Squall turned back to face the back of the seat in front of him and closed his eyes. Had he known Rinoa would be this bored, not mention annoying he would have flew with a concord, at least that way they'd be off the plane faster.

Rinoa huffed and turned to the window beside her, she had spent the lift off time staring out at the clouds, watching the sky engulf around them and looking at how small the houses below had become. Now all that surrounded their aeroplane was a blanket of white clouds that wasn't as interesting.

Turning her entertainment system on, the Sorceress started to sift through the channels to find something decent to watch. The comedy section was all bland Dollet comedy which didn't interest her, the films were all things she had either seen before or literally had no basis nor appeal. The cartoons in the kids section was even worse, she couldn't comprehend how kids found it entertaining and humorous watching an animated series of two characters, Minotaur and a Cockatrice with their bizarre human parents. Other than the stupid fact that the cow and chicken like characters had human beings as parents, how on earth could they be siblings? That was as stupid as the next cartoon, I Am Wendigo.

Sports wasn't something she was that into, sure she had been a fan of the MogMog Moogles before Trabia Garden was destroyed, and she had some interest when G-Garden played ice hockey once in a while, but watching an hour long documentary on the best sports profiles from twenty years before she was born served no purpose.

Turning off the system Rinoa sighed again. Looking at Squall she observed how he clamped his eyes shut, breathing evenly as he tried to ignore her actions around him. It was kind of hard not to notice Rinoa. Though he loved her dearly, sometimes she had a knack of getting on his worst nerves.

He had agreed to a certain amount of normalcy, just to explore their relationship a bit more. They had travelled in time, seen sorceresses of many kinds that most wouldn't even dream of. Their life was far from normal so this was a nice and different experience he had hoped to share with her.

But oh no, Rinoa had a way of making Squall wish that they hadn't taken a normal route. In fact, as he sat there listening to Rinoa shuffle in her seat, take out every magazine provided for their journey and sift through each noisy page, rock in her seat since she clearly couldn't sit still and thus inevitably cause his seat to stir, he had wished they had taken the Ragnarok instead. At least that way he could have retired to any of the secluded rooms to get away from her bother. And if she followed him, well he was sure there were some Propagators he could find roaming around, maybe leaving Rinoa locked up in a room with one of them wouldn't be so bad, though the Propagator would probably die of sheer irritation.

Finally, Squall had enough! Rinoa obviously was not going to sit still; she obviously couldn't just enjoy and/or endure the ride by sleeping a good few hours of their flight before dinner was served. She obviously wasn't smart enough to pack a book with her knowing she was on a seven hour flight to a foreign country that would undoubtedly bore her at one point.

Opening his eyes, he was about to look at Rinoa and scold her again when his sights fell on the information panel above his lane. The lights indicated the seat belt sign and the vacancy of the toilet were both turned off. This meant that they both could get off their seats. This meant that the toilets were free. This meant that they could both get off their seats and head to the vacant toilets.

Smirking to himself, Squall turned to Rinoa and touched her arm. Looking at him with a frown, as she expected him to tell her off once again, Rinoa was surprised to see a smirk plastered across his face.

"Huh?" she asked in confusion.

"Er, the toilets are free," Squall playfully stated as he indicated with his eyes to the sign above them.

"Oh, I don't need to go." Rinoa looked at the lights before looking back at Squall's grin which still hadn't disappeared.

"That's not what I meant." Squall grinned harder. "Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?"

Rinoa's eyes immediately widened as did a toothy grin. Squall only chuckled in response and bit down on his bottom lip, quickly looking around as if someone was in earshot.

"Do you want to?" he asked cheekily.

In excitement, Rinoa popped her head over their row to look out for any loitering cabin crew. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the mention of something this exciting and risky, and even more, Squall was the one to initiate it. Naturally, her behaviour was rubbing off on him, and rightly so!

Giving him a seductive grin she asked, "How?"

"You go in first, wait about ten minutes and then I'll come after. I'll make three quick knocks so you know it's me." Squall lowered his head towards her so his voice was a whisper.

"Make it four so I know it's definitely you." Rinoa nodded her head and stood up.

Acting as natural as she could, she waited for Squall to unbuckle his belt and step aside for her to pass. As she stepped past his seat and swayed her hips to emerge onto the footpath, she grabbed his hand and gave it a nervous squeeze.

Squall watched as Rinoa, darted past the row of seats, looking back at him teasingly and also looking out for any cabin crew that caught on to their plans. Finally reaching the toilet door, Rinoa slid it open and stepped into the narrow cubicle, before shutting the door and locking it.

Ten minutes and Squall would come knocking on the door, and then they could really have some fun. Grinning to herself like mad, Rinoa looked in the mirror and fixed her hair, using her fingers to brush away any strands. Readjusting her top, she pushed her bra up to enhance her cleavage more. Another nine minutes and he'd be joining her, she couldn't wait.

Squall on the other hand watched as Rinoa entered the toilet cubicle and shut the door. Once he could make out the small green light turn red, he looked at the man sitting behind Rinoa.

"You got about thirty minutes give or take, I'd suggest a bit of shut eye or you won't be getting any when she returns," Squall advised as he lowered himself into his seat.

"Nice one, mate." The man fluffed his pillow and closed his eyes, thankful that the raven haired girl was gone.

Squalls secured his belt and pressing the small button on his armchair, he allowed the seat to recline before pulling the grey comforter provided over his body. Rinoa would wait in the toilet in anticipation and excitement. Without a watch, her ten minutes would drag to thirty. He wasted no time in using every minute she was away to finally do something normal - relax.

Mile High Club? As if.

Footnote: Blue e-Skittles to anyone who can guess the cartoon I was referring to. The one about the Minotaur and Cockatrice :P (Yeah, totally stole the idea off Ashbear)