Room 510, AKA Den of Constant Sex, Tuesday Evening

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa had made it to class today. She had even gone to the Anarchist Club, at which point she had swiped the condoms and brought them back here.

She had been here ... pretty much since Friday, when she and Squall had failed utterly at going to the dance. The days were starting to blur together. Also, she was pretty sure today was Valentine's Day, which meant Squall hadn't gotten her a Valentine's Day gift, and sooner or later she was going to need to yell at him about that.

First things first.

"Did you know it's not just us?" she asked, stealing a moment to squeeze the words out while peeling off her shirt. "The sex thing. I thought you just looked extra-hot lately."

She hadn't really thought about it. Thinking had seemed counterproductive.

(OOC: this one's for the Knight only, and it's probably going to be NSFW so, so fast. I'm not sure if I'm back-for-good just yet but I'm dipping my toes in, at least.)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall... wasn't wearing a shirt. Or much of anything else. He'd been disappointed when she got dressed to go to the club whatever, and hadn't bothered with much more than a pair of shorts to wander out to the bathroom and vending machines in.

"I figured it probably wasn't," he told Rinoa, stepping close to help her with her shirt, and start tugging on the rest of her clothes. "Everyone went sex-crazed last year, too. I don't mind as much this time."

[angelo_wings]

She liked him being closer. He smelled good, and she was really glad he hadn't put too many clothes on. That would make this faster.

"You knew?" she said. "You didn't even tell me. No fair that you knew and I didn't."

That was supposed to sound more sulky than it did. It was hard to be properly pouty when you were this turned on.

"That's ... cheating or something," she murmured.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Cheating? Were they playing a game?

Squall didn't care. Rinoa was back, and entirely too intoxicating. He didn't care about anything but her, and touching her, and kissing her, and...

He pulled her close for a long, hard kiss, and twined his fingers through her hair.

"I figured you knew," he told her, eventually. He didn't remember what he figured she knew, but he was pretty sure that those were the words he'd been planning on saying next.

[angelo_wings]

He ... figured she knew what? What was he talking about again? It probably wasn't important. She slipped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer, and the other tightened its grip on the plastic bag that --

Bag! Right.

Very, very reluctantly, she pulled back from the kiss. "Hey, look," she said, holding out the bag she'd grabbed at Anarchist Club. The one filled with pamphlets and condoms. "Am I awesome or am I awesome?"

Oh, look, the perfect segue.

"... so where's my gift?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Gift?" Squall asked, tugging her towards the bed. It wasn't anywhere near her birthday. Was he supposed to have a gift for her?

He looked at the bag, puzzled. "You're awesome," he answered. "And that's an awesome... bag. I'll open it later."

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa placed her hand in the middle of his stomach and shoved him, playfully, so he fell onto the bed.

And then she upended the bag, letting its contents spill over his midsection. That way he could see the awesome bounty she'd pulled down while she was out, instead of just turning his nose up at it.

"I am awesome," she said. "You should be a little more appreciative, or you're going to be using these for water balloons."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall smirked up at her. "You ARE awesome. We were running out." He pulled her down over him. "Let me show you how much I appreciate them."

[angelo_wings]

Far too tempting. He tasted like skin and smelled like Squall and -- and she was supposed to be sulking, not straddling him and wriggling out of her panties. What was she sulking about again?

Right. Presents. Still a princess, Squall.

"Not yet," she insisted, although she was guiding his hand up so he could help with that panty issue. "I brought more condoms and you didn't get me ... a gift. For the thing."

Yes. The thing. Probably an important thing, too.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"The thing?" Oh, right, the Fandom holiday that the dance was supposed to be for. "That's not 'till the fourteenth," he told her. "Sometime next week."

[angelo_wings]

"You sure?" Rinoa said with a frown. "It's Tuesday today. I forgot to ask what day."

Dammit. On one hand, presents. On the other, his hand, which really needed to be getting the rest of her clothes off right now.

"Should we ... worry about the ... the stuff making us act all ..."

You know. The stuff? In the air? Something?

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"It'll be over in a week. I'm not too badly chafed yet; are you?"

Squall helped her out of her panties, and then rolled them over so that he was on top, scattering condoms everywhere. "I think you're right about the date," he conceded. "Your present's in my closet. I'll go get it later. Happy Whatever Day." Then he kissed her again.