June 22, the middle of the night.
With a groan Rinoa rubbed at her eyes. What…what is that? She lifted up onto her elbows and squinted over to the red numbers of the clock that was nestled upon the dresser across from her. It was a little after one in the morning…and someone was knocking on her door?
Rinoa rolled out of her sheets and quietly made her way into the living room. The knock wasn't frantic or hurried, it was more so casual and calm yet loud so as to capture her attention. She lifted up onto her toes and took a glimpse through the peephole.
Her breath caught in her throat when she took sight of the profile on the other side.
Rinoa pulled open the door. Her eyes roamed over the brown hair that was rumpled, the black jacket that was wrinkled from being confined in a small space, and stormy eyes that were still seemingly struggling to stay open. The smile he offered her was small, subtle, and incredibly heart warming.
"Squall? What…when…what's going on?"
He straightened himself up from the wall and placed a hand on the door's threshold. "Sorry," he said quietly, his voice thick and low and sending heated vibrations straight to her. "I would have called but…" He held up his other hand that held his phone. "Battery died."
"Oh, no, it's…it's fine. Come in." Rinoa stifled a yawn and stepped back so Squall had room to enter. When he crossed over the threshold with his bag she gently closed the door and turned the lock. "I thought you were coming back tomorrow."
He tossed his phone onto the coffee table and turned to face her. "That was the plan," he told her, running his hands through his hair. It had only been about two months, but Rinoa saw that it was definitely longer than it had been, just now reaching past his shoulders. "Apparently Zell has a lead foot and we got in earlier than we thought." He sent her a slanted grin that sent bolts of light through her veins that started from her toes up to the top of her skull. "Thought I'd surprise you."
Rinoa pressed her lips together and shyly chuckled. "Consider me surprised," she said.
"Sorry," he said again. "I know I should have called but apparently my phone wasn't plugged in."
"It's ok, really," Rinoa assured. "I was just expecting you tomorrow afternoon-ish." Silently she thanked herself for throwing in a load of laundry so that she would have clean clothes ready to go in the morning. "Or…today. Later today I mean."
Squall cocked his head as he took in the sight of her. Her hair was disheveled, strands falling out of the messy topknot that crowned her head. The over-sized shirt hung off of one shoulder, exposing the elegant slope and dip of her clavicle. Her black sleep shorts barely reached to the tops of her thighs and Squall very much enjoyed the tantalizing view of her bare legs.
"Is…that my shirt?" he asked, taking notice of the intricate and black thorny trim that hung just over her left breast.
Rinoa's eyes widened as she looked down. Oh, goddammit, she thought. Usually when a woman was wearing a man's shirt it was because it belonged to her boyfriend or significant other…not the guy she had sex with once—in a car—before he went off on tour. "Uh…no?"
He grinned and took a step towards her. "Are you sure about that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, shaking her head as she stepped backwards. "I…this is—no, nope. Not yours."
He stepped closer and closer, his grin smoldering. "Really? Because it looks like one of mine."
Rinoa shrugged her shoulders. "Nope. Can't be." A small gasp came from her when she found that she had backed up enough for her back to meet up with the wall. "Must be your imagination," she managed to say with a straight face as he leaned forward, his arms creating a barricade around her as his palms flattened against the wall's surface.
"Even though my imagination is quite vivid, I distinctly remember leaving my shirt in my car." His eyes sparked with teasing mischief and his lips pulled back into a charming grin. "Somewhere parked beneath the stars, maybe?"
That caused Rinoa to run the tip of her tongue over her lips at the burning memory. "Maybe," she repeated.
Squall ran the back of his fingers over the curve of her shoulder and then down the shirt's sleeve. "It looks better on you anyway," he murmured. His fingertips thrummed over the pulse point of her wrist for a brief moment before her hand lifted up, their fingers interlocking.
He wanted to kiss her, wanted to tilt her head back and capture that bottom lip she was currently nibbling on, but he was just so damn exhausted. He leaned in, but rather than leaning in towards her face, he veered a bit to the right, his forehead resting on the wall.
Rinoa softly laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Ok sleepyhead," she smiled. "I think it's time you get to bed."
He made a small groan of protest but pulled himself away from the wall so he could walk. "Not the couch," he grunted, his words growing thicker with sleep by the second. "Can I sleep next to you in your bed tonight?"
She rolled her eyes as she stepped behind him and started pushing him towards her room. As if she would make him sleep on the couch again. That only happened once, and the circumstances then was much different than what they were currently. "Of course."
With her hands pressed against the small of his back, she shoved him into her room, pausing for a moment so he could remove his shoes. She walked around him and slid beneath the burgundy comforter. With an appreciative smile she watched him peel his shirt off over his head. Again his chest was concealed by a tight fitting black undershirt. Her heart skipped a beat when his hands went to his belt.
"Man, I haven't slept in an actual bed since the night before I left," he grumbled, stepping out of the puddle of his black jeans and practically flopping down onto the mattress. His arm sloppily arched over Rinoa's body and possessively pulled her against him so her back was flush against his chest. "Even when we stayed at a hotel I somehow still got stuck with the couch. I don't like tour buses either."
Rinoa gave him a sympathetic pat on the hand and took a deep breath. "Aww, poor baby," she cooed mockingly. "Don't worry, my bed is always open for you." When he didn't respond she glanced over her shoulder, her lips pressing together to prevent herself from squealing at the adorable view she received of a sleeping Squall.
The next morning, June 23rd
Squall groaned, frowning so that his eyebrows furrowed together. His fingers curled into the fabric of the pillow beside him. The frown softened and he slowly opened his eyes, momentarily confused at the feeling of fabric rather than flesh. When his eyes opened fully he noticed that he was alone. Carefully he sat up so the comforter pooled around his waist. Half-awake he scanned the insides of the room.
He hadn't seen Rinoa's bedroom before but looking around he knew that it was exactly where he was. The Queen Ann dresser directly across from her bed was covered with her Canon Rebel and a few various telephoto lenses. Beside the dresser was a tall cabinet of some kind that he assumed—due to the bright blue strap that dangled from an open drawer—held more of her camera parts and accessories.
Looking to his left at her night stand, he came across a photograph of a woman in her thirties holding a young girl who looked to be no older than three. The woman was beautiful. Her inky black hair was slung over one shoulder, her blood red lips were open in a wide and bright smile as she adoringly looked at the girl in her arms. The child was staring straight into the camera with large brown eyes surrounded by impossibly thick black lashes. Her little mouth was open in a slight cross between awe and confusion.
Squall smiled at the photograph. He assumed that it was probably the first time that Rinoa had taken notice of a camera in front of her. Even as a small child she was caught in fascination and wonder over the contraption.
A small noise caught his attention and he turned to see Rinoa walk through her doorway with two mugs in her grasp. When she saw that he was awake she sent him a glittering smile. "Morning," she said.
"Good morning," he responded, graciously taking the mug she offered him.
"I'd ask how you slept but you were out like a baby before your head even hit the pillow." She sat beside him and carefully cupped her coffee between her hands as she sipped.
Squall took a long swallow. "Well, I was in a bed with a beautiful woman after being on a tour bus cot next to Irvine. Yeah, I was slightly comfortable." He let his eyes roam over her as he took another drink. She was still wearing his shirt and it was a sight that made him happier than he thought he would be. She looked amazing in it. Granted, she would look just as stunning in a potato sack, but that was beside the point.
"How has your tour been going?" she asked, breaking him out of the trance her exposed legs had cast on him. "Quistis has been sending me some pictures to put up on your page. I can't wait to take some shots of you guys tonight at The Rough Divide."
Squall finished his coffee and gently placed the mug onto the nightstand. "You're not Absolute Lore's photographer tonight," he said. "You're our guest."
Rinoa laughed and playfully nudged his leg with her foot. "You honestly think that I'm going anywhere without my camera? Come on Squall, you should know me better than that."
"Yeah, I think I know you pretty well by now," he smirked.
And I don't know shit about you… Rinoa thought. Well, that's going to change now.
Squall twisted his spine and carefully picked up the picture frame from the nightstand. "Your mom?" he asked.
Rinoa's eyes peeked over the rim of her mug. "Yeah," she answered, swallowing the rest of her coffee and bending over the side of her bed to place the mug onto the ground. "I think that was around Christmas time. My mom loved doing those Christmas pictures…you know, the ones where you could put a little update on the back so you could send them to the rest of the family." Since the Heartilly/Caraways didn't have much of a family, the Christmas cards mostly went to Julia's coworkers and Caraway's military brethren.
"You look just like her."
"Thanks." She smiled and ran the back of her hands over her eyes. "My mom…she could have been a model. She was breath taking."
"Why didn't she?"
Rinoa shrugged. "Caraway said something about how she didn't want to make a living on her looks alone, especially since looks fade over time. She was this pretty well known lounge singer at the Deling Hotel, did I ever tell you that?"
Squall paused. "You mean the hotel that we picked up your father from?"
"Yeah…" Rinoa said with a wince. Quickly she shook her head and tried to turn the subject on him. "What was your mother like?" she asked. He had never mentioned her before…was she even around anymore? Suddenly she lectured herself, told herself that she shouldn't have asked. He was in foster care before his sister was able to take custody…obviously his mother was not in the picture.
Squall just shrugged and leaned back against the headboard. "I don't remember," he told her. "She died when I was three."
Rinoa's eyes widened and her fingers flew to her mouth. "Oh…oh, shit, I am so sorry," she whispered. "What happened?" She continued to mentally kick herself. Maybe this is why I don't know much about him!
"She was sick," he said. "That's all I really know." He shifted his body along the bed so that his head lay in Rinoa's lap, his arms wrapping around her thighs. His eyes closed as he relished how warm her naked skin felt against his cheek.
"What about your dad?"
Another shrug. "Never knew him," he murmured against her flesh. "My sister said that he was someone in the military. My parents never married so I don't even know his name."
"Not even his name," Rinoa whispered. "That must have been rough, especially when you were in foster care…I'm sorry, I don't mean to bring up any sad memories."
Squall shook his head, the slight movement sending shocks up Rinoa's spine since his head was so…close to that most sensitive area of hers that had been missing him. "It's alright, it's something we'd be talking about eventually anyway. My sister is eleven years older than me, so when we were put into foster care we got separated." At the pout that came upon Rinoa's face he ran his palm over her thigh, gave that tender and enticing flesh a squeeze. "It wasn't too bad at first. The foster homes we were put into were close to each other." Slowly his brows frowned at the memories. "Ellone always promised that once she turned eighteen she would come for me."
Rinoa brushed his hair with her fingers. "And she did, since you told me that she raised you?"
"Yeah…" He turned so that he lay the back of his head in Rinoa's lap, his eyes closing as she continued to stroke his hair. "It took forever to happen though. Even though she was of age she was barely able to support herself and the courts decided she wasn't fit to take care of a child. So I got moved from foster home to foster home for a few years. I didn't start living with her until right before my twelfth birthday."
Rinoa grimaced. "How many did you live in?"
Squall thought for a moment, his eyes opening as he tried to remember the names of his foster parents. He couldn't remember the names of the first two, simply because he was so young at the time. Mostly he remembered the last one… "Four, I think."
Rinoa saw the look of disgust on Squall's face and she gently toyed with the black plug in his ear lobe. "We don't have to keep talking about it," she said softly.
"I don't understand how those two were even allowed to be foster parents." He said it so softly, so lowly that Rinoa wasn't sure if he even meant for her to hear it. She noticed a small change in his expression, his eyes suddenly darkening as he stared out across the room. It was as if a shroud washed over him, the dark shadows of his past.
Rinoa brushed his cheek with the back of her fingers, snapping him back to the present, bringing him back to the little world only her bed existed in. His eyes turned towards her and he offered her a slight smile. "Did you want to grab breakfast?" he asked. "I'm getting hungry."
Before she could answer her stomach growled, earning a soft chuckle from him. "All I have is cereal," she sighed. "Anything in particular you're craving?"
His eyes flashed for a moment, suddenly filled with a crackling heat that resonated from his body and into hers. His jaw, sprinkled with rough stubble of a five o' clock shadow, set tightly as his heated eyes settled onto her lips. "Yes," he answered, his voice a hoarse whisper. His eyes drew back up to meet hers. "You could say I'm…famished."
Rinoa practically swallowed her tongue.
Squall rolled back onto his stomach, his arms creating a barricade around her waist as he trapped her against the headboard. Slowly he leaned his mouth towards hers, but rather than capturing her lips he lowered his head to suckle along her exposed collarbone.
Rinoa felt her eyelids flutter and her heart quicken at the sensation. She stifled a moan, her teeth biting into her lower lip as Squall continued to nurse her collarbone, his tongue hotly running over her flesh. He moved forward, pressing her further into the headboard as his hand slipped beneath the shirt she wore.
With her strangled moans inspiring him to continue, his palm pressed against her rib cage, traipsing upwards to capture her breast. His eyes closed as he felt her bare skin, felt her nipple harden into a point against his palm.
Rinoa's mouth dropped open, gasping and squirming against him. It had only been a few weeks—seven, she counted—since they had been together, and yet her body burned for him and ached for him like a strong addiction.
Just with that touch alone, that soft kiss to her clavicle followed shortly after with that heated lick of that tongue of his, it was enough to make her quiver. The noises that came out of her…they were hardly human, and they were simply from his touch? For a moment she was unsure how her body was going to react to when they started to go further. It was like her body had been going through withdrawals without her knowledge and the severity of it wasn't apparent to her until he was finally right in front of her.
Now that he was here, his body begging to be entwined with hers, it was almost overwhelming.
He pulled his hand from beneath the shirt and he gripped her shoulders, pulled her to lay beneath him as he moved his lips along her jaw. "I have been starving," he groaned, pushing his groin in between her legs.
On instinct her legs opened up and wrapped around his hips. "Me too," she whispered, her hands clutching his jaw and bringing his lips up to hers. "Oh fuck…me too." With his lips finally touching hers, she released a loud moan and rolled her hips against him.
With just that simple movement he was nearly reduced to a shaking, trembling little juvenile who had just discovered his first hard on. What you do to me, he thought to her. "Do you have any condoms?" he asked breathlessly.
Rinoa stopped and pulled her mouth away from him. "Fuck," she said, dropping her head into her pillows. "No…I don't."
Squall chuckled at the annoyed aggravation upon her face. Though, of course, he shared her disappointment, he wasn't going to lecture her on her lack of safe sex materials. After all, he hardly ever carried condoms on his person. The only time he had recently was when he picked her up the night before he left. "And I take it you're not on the pill either."
Rinoa lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't do bareback," she said through her teeth.
He couldn't help but laugh at the crude term. "Yes, dear," he said, grinding his pelvis into her just to hear her gasp. "Well…I have condoms at my apartment."
"Mmmm, sounds promising." She chuckled and ran the tip her finger between her lips. With a grin she bit her teeth down and lifted her hips to meet him.
Squall rose up off of the bed and reached for his pants. "Get dressed. We'll go to the grocery store and I'll make you a breakfast feast…"
Rinoa sat up and clapped her hands together.
"…and then I'll make a feast out of you."
Rinoa froze.
Even in the grocery Squall could still feel his heart racing, could still feel his chest tightening. Rinoa had taken a quick shower before they left and every time she waltzed by him in the aisle he caught the fragrance of her peach scented shampoo. She practically spun around on her toes and danced around him. He couldn't help but smirk to himself as he watched her peruse through the vegetable stands. As she bent over to reach for a certain item her denim skirt rose just a fraction. The stretch caused Squall to lift his brow. Her skirt was long enough to cover the essentials, but short enough to ensnare his devoted attention. Her long legs were bare, her flesh satiny and silently asking him to touch.
He swallowed, imagining how they would feel wrapped around his head.
She picked up a small bushel of cilantro and softly thumbed through it. "So…" she purred. "What're you gonna make me for breakfast?" With a quick bat of her lashes she spun around him and dropped the cilantro into the cart.
"Whatever you want."
Rinoa made her way over to the fruit tables, her fingers caressing over a plastic carton filled with bright red strawberries. "Well…what do you want to eat?" she asked. Before he could answer she slowly picked up a ripe and perfectly round peach. "I mean…besides me, of course." She swirled her nail over the pointed bottom of the peach, her pretty little lips curved into a toothy grin.
Squall swallowed. He felt his heart leap into the base of his throat in surprise. This girl was going to be the death of him. "Don't get me started," he warned softly.
She simply brought the peach close to her lips, a pink tongue darting out to flick against the fruit before she carefully placed it into the cart. "I think we've gone beyond getting started," she said. "Besides I can't help it, I've missed you." Rinoa turned away quickly and headed towards the meat aisle. "Let's get bacon!" she cried.
Rinoa watched as Squall skillfully sliced through a few peppers. She pressed her lips together and toyed with the coffee mug he had handed to her earlier. She didn't even know what he was making, could only smell the familiar and heavenly aroma of bacon, could hear the sizzling and pop of the fat against the grill.
She watched him make his way around the kitchen, watched as he easily tossed bits and pieces of what they had bought at the grocery store into a pan on the stove. Slowly she stirred her coffee as she let her eyes wander down the back of his body.
I told him I missed him, she thought. It wasn't a lie…but she didn't exactly want to spill her guts to him. For the short time that she had known him before he left for tour she had spent nearly every day with him, she had gotten so used to his physical presence that it was exceedingly weird to have him not there.
Well…he missed me too, she argued to herself. He said that he watched the video of me dancing nearly every night. She sucked on her bottom lip. Yeah…for material for his spank bank. Rinoa shook her head. No…no, it had to be more than that. Her eyes glanced over the surface of the center island and landed on the small pile of envelopes off to the side. "Collected your mail last night?" she asked, curiously poking the pile.
Squall looked over his shoulder and made a small noise within his throat. "No, that must have been my sister. I didn't even come inside when I got dropped off. I just got into my Jeep and went to see you."
His shoulders jerked momentarily, as if he said something more than he had wished. Rinoa didn't say anything, just continued sipping her coffee and trying not to squeal like the little school girl she felt like she was due to his accidental admission. She tightly pressed her lips together and glanced down, completely missing the slight blush that crept along the back of his neck.
After a moment he turned around and cleared his throat. "Breakfast is served," he said, settling a plate before her.
"Oh, wow," she whispered, staring down at the breakfast burrito that awaited her. "This looks amazing!" She waited for him to sit beside her before digging in. "Delicious," she said.
The rest of their breakfast went calmly, she filled him in about the photography projects she was currently working on and how every time she had seen Caraway he was sober, but she has noticed bottles in his recycling canister. He told her about how Zell stage dived during Djin Theory's set back in Trabia, which then resulted in his shirt becoming ripped from his back.
"I think he enjoyed it," Squall said. "He doesn't show off his body too much while we're playing so a lot of our fans haven't seen him shirtless unless they were backstage…a lot of jaws dropped that night."
Rinoa laughed. "I think I did see something about that…" She went on to tell him about a picture she saw that had tagged Absolute Lore—a picture of a girl with her brown eyes bugged out and mouth dropped open in a hilarious howl—with the caption of My face when I see that #zdinchtdincht of #ALofficial is completely RIPPED as fuck O.O
"Yeah…he became pretty popular after that."
"I hadn't realized his tattoo had gone that far down," Rinoa said, running her finger down the length of her belly. "I thought that it might have stopped around his chest or something."
"It started off with just his face," Squall said. "When he got it in Centra. Then he kept adding on and adding on. I think he plans on moving it down onto his arms all the way to his fingers."
"On one side?"
"On one side."
Rinoa lifted her brows. "He's going for a Two-Face look?" She dabbed a napkin at her lips and stood to her feet. "That was wonderful," she purred. "Thank you. One of these days I'm going to have you teach me how to cook." She scooped up the empty plates and hurried to the sink, her hands reaching up for the faucet to immediately start scrubbing away.
Squall came up behind her, his left arm lacing around her waist as his lips gently came down upon the slope of her shoulder. "What is it with you always trying to clean?" he murmured.
"Why are you always trying to stop me?" she giggled, wriggling her hips so that she purposefully swayed the curve of her ass against the front of his jeans. At the feel of something hard and rigid, she paused, her hands gripping the plate beneath the stream water.
"I'll clean later," he insisted, his tongue flicking over her ear lobe.
Rinoa's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt her entire body shiver as his tongue glided lower down her throat. Her teeth bit down into her bottom lip as she tried to suppress a moan. "Mr. Leonhart," she whispered. "I'm just trying to help."
Squall abruptly turned her around, his breath catching as her arms slipped around his neck and her fingers threaded into his hair. His lips crashed down onto hers and he pulled her tightly against him. One hand slipped past her and shut off the water. "Don't want your help," he muttered around her tongue. "Just you."
Oh, how he missed the way her body aligned with his, the way her soft lips felt when they were being bitten by his teeth. I've missed you, he thought, thinking to her the same words she had spoken when they were in the grocery store.
His hands roamed over her spine, tugged at the roots of her glorious black hair, pressed against the small of her back before lowering to grasp her rear and yank her upwards.
With a surprised gasp Rinoa found herself wrapped around him, her legs encircling his waist as she felt him move them away from the sink. She tightened her grip, thrust her hips into him as she hastily deepened the kiss. She half expected him to drop her onto his large and patiently waiting King-sized bed but she paused in momentary confusion when she found herself settled on something cool to the burning heat of her flesh.
With himself nestled neatly between her legs, he had set her upon the kitchen center island.
His fingertips paused just below the hem of her skirt. "May I?" He lifted his eyes so they locked with hers, the stormy blue color practically thundering with lust as he watched the dip beneath her throat deepen with a hitched breath.
"Yes," she managed to whisper. "Yes, please."
He leaned in closer, lips not quite touching, watching her close her eyes in anticipation while her tongue poked out between her teeth. He caught sight of her hands clenching the edge of the counter as his fingers slowly slid beneath the thick denim material of her skirt, his touch leaving streaks of tingling fire across her flesh. His fingers found their target and hooked around the lacy band of her panties. His lips curved into a smirk. "You wore panties this time."
Rinoa smiled, her eyes still closed and her head tilting backwards slightly. "Different circumstances," was all she said.
His lips found her throat, placing soft and tortuously slow kisses along the sensitive flesh, his fingers tugging her panties downward. She lifted her hips slightly so he could drag the flimsy fabric over her thighs. His lips broke away from her then, so he could watch himself slide the panties down her legs before dropping them to the ground. Squall looked back up at her, his eyes glinting with primal hunger.
Rinoa felt her breath quicken and a soft, strangled groan vibrated within her throat as she watched his face lower between her legs. His eyes lowered for a moment, his tongue running between his teeth in an almost wild and feral manner.
The look in his eyes, the possessive grip he placed upon the inside of her thighs, they were enough to turn her entire body into a mass of hot, quivering liquid. "Ohmygod," she whispered.
His hands firmly gripped her thighs and spread them apart. Positioning her so that she leaned backwards, her elbows propped up against the surface of the center island, he leaned forward. With one long lick of his tongue he tasted her, causing her to gasp and throw her head back. As he so intimately kissed her, her thighs clenched and reflexively tried to close. His hands kept her spread, open and ready for his hot and capable tongue.
As her pelvis shook and her legs threatened to close around Squall's neck, her hands shot out and thrust into his hair, her fingernails raking over his scalp as she threw her head back and moaned. She lowered herself completely onto her back, her fingers tugging at his hair.
With one hand still pressed against the inside of her thigh, he snaked the other hand up the length of her body, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt and bra to fondle her breast. Feeling her thighs quake and hearing her voice hit those high octaves, he could feel his dick grow increasingly harder.
He had to have her.
Without warning he pulled that tantalizing tongue away from her.
Rinoa's eyes shot open and tried to sit up, her hands raising up as fists over her breasts. Before she could utter a word Squall was between her legs again, this time with a condom in his hands. She smirked and hastily her lithe fingers worked his belt buckle. The rasp of his zipper echoed in her ears and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over her.
His jeans and boxers dropped down around his ankles and he rolled the condom on. Rinoa wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him into her, her jaw dropping down in a loud moan as she felt every inch.
"Fuck," he growled between clenched teeth. His fingers clutched the back of her head, tugging at her roots so her head fell back to expose the lovely curve of her throat. As he pounded into her his lips trailed so sweetly over her tingling flesh.
Rinoa panted, her muscles clenching and her eyes rolling in the back of her head as ecstasy practically overpowered her. "Kiss me," she whispered.
Without missing a beat his lips came over hers, his tongue slipping between her teeth and allowing Rinoa to taste herself. Her arms possessively wrapped around his shoulders, clutching him tightly against her heated body.
"Don't stop," she demanded around his tongue.
Squall chuckled, his movements growing faster and more ferocious. "Never."
Rinoa clutched him tighter, her thighs tensed around his hips and she felt that sensation deep within her belly that was near boiling point. Her words turned into incoherent gasps as Squall thrust deeper and harder.
"Oh…ohmygod—Oh!" Her hands cupped the back of Squall's head, bringing his face into her chest as her head tilted backwards. She locked ankles behind him, her squeezing thighs driving him further into her as she came, her body shuddering with sweet and pulsating convulsions.
With a jagged thrust Squall finished, his body clenching and his palms slamming onto the countertop. His lips dropped to Rinoa's shoulder and with a panting breath he placed a gentle kiss at her bare skin.
Rinoa let out a strangled groan and let her fingers tangle within Squall's hair as she felt his heart pound madly against her breasts. Her lashes lowered and a lazy grin formed along her lips at the softness of Squall's kisses.
He raised a hand to the nape of her neck, his fingers gently tugging to bring her head backwards. His lips slanted over hers, swallowing her moans when he thrust one last time. He pulled his mouth from her and ran his fingers through her hair, tenderly cupped her jaw. "Fuck," he muttered.
"Hmm?"
He glanced behind him. "Couldn't even make it to the bed…" he told her. He turned back to her and gave her a stern a look. "See what you do to me?"
Rinoa chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer so she could run her tongue over his bottom lip. "I don't hear you complaining," she said back.
"How could I possibly?" His hands roamed over her back, his nails raking over the soft material of her shirt. "I like you in skirts," he said, pulling out of her finally to dispose of the condom.
Rinoa grinned as she watched him toss the rubber into garbage. They hadn't even gotten fully naked before being consumed with passion. As she sat on the kitchen counter she realized that it had all come full circle. Where she sat was where it had all started those few months ago, when he'd had her pinned against the counter and his tongue in her mouth. Now, she had had him fully inside her, their bodies entwined in the most intimate of embraces. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she watched him pull up his pants.
"I like being in skirts," she replied.
A/N: xoxoxox I don't think there's much to say here ;)
