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.