Outside Room 510, After the Dance, Okay, Maybe Like Halfway Through The Dance

[angelo_wings]

In retrospect, Rinoa should have chosen a dress that was easier to take off. But then wasn't that half the fun?

Maybe not. She was spoiled and didn't like having to wait.

"I think the files are nearly done," she said, fidgeting just outside the door to Squall's room. "I haven't called Dad to tell him yet. It's going to take me a few days to throw everything back together, and I need to go over the files again anyway. And then what? Did you know Seifer's going to college?"

And then, as if to prove she was especially attention-deficit tonight, she pulled him in for a breathless kiss.

Maybe he should hurry up and unlock the door.

(just for the knight, will probably be NSFW, as you do)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall was definitely hurrying up and unlocking that door. As much as he could, anyway, while his lips and attention were engaged elsewhere.

"All of that can wait," he told her, once he could breathe again. "At least until morning."

[angelo_wings]

"What if college can't?" Rinoa asked, wriggling impatiently. The dress really needed to be off. She couldn't reach the top of the zipper and probably shouldn't try to take it off in the middle of the hallway, either.

When the door finally opened, that seemed like the perfect opportunity to drag him inside and maul him.

"I think I want to go," she said. "For real. Not just saying it or getting bored and liking the idea but really wanting to go. Maybe."

She couldn't reach her zipper. Could he? She'd get his jacket. Fair was fair.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Then go," Squall told her, as he shut the door behind them and reached for her zipper. "Go to college, get a degree, be whatever you want. There's probably paperwork you need to fill out. An application and stuff."

The zipper finally came down, and he was ready to be done talking about college. He nibbled at her neck, trying to convince her that she was done talking about it, too.

[angelo_wings]

The dress was sliding off, and that was good, because that meant his hands were on her, and that was even better, although --

"But I need you." And it came out all jumbled and panicky. "I mean not just for us but I do, for us, but I mean, as my Knight, so I don't go crazy and burn down the college the first time something goes wrong. Because then I'll panic and end the world and that's not good and you're supposed to keep me from doing that. So you can't just --"

It might have been a good idea to have this talk when more clothes were on. Maybe.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall nudged her back towards the bed, kissing her. "Wherever you go, I go too," he reassured her. "I'll go to college with you, or get a job, or find some other way to pass the time. I'm never going to leave you."

[angelo_wings]

Okay, good. Because everyone left, and he wasn't allowed to leave. Her mom left and her dad ignored her and he wasn't. Garden was going to try to make him and -- she had no idea why she was suddenly so emotional.

The paperwork really had made her a little stir-crazy.

"Never," she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and was tugging upwards on his shirt. "Good. You can get a job. We'll need money. I want to get a library degree. And then we can ... we can restore the library ... I mean we can set up a system and ..."

Okay it was really hard to think when she was stumbling onto the bed. More so when she was pulling him overtop of her.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"The library. Yes." Squall nodded, and kissed her again. "All that can wait." His shirt couldn't. It needed to come off. And then his hands needed to be all over her.

[angelo_wings]

"Are you just ... agreeing with me ... because you should listen when I talk and not ..."

Or she could slide his hand down between her thighs and groan. Which was counterproductive, for sulking.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm saying it can wait until tomorrow," Squall told her, rubbing his hand firmly against her sex. "Right now, focus on this."

[angelo_wings]

That ... was a compelling argument. Tomorrow. Nothing needed to be done tonight. Nothing ... his hands were so good. She was wriggling her panties out of the way, but something in her liked the way they were starting to chafe.

Her teeth grazed against his neck.

"Been so worried," she admitted. "Hard to stop."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

With the panties out of the way, Squall fingers slid easily onto her clit, and danced and circled.

"You worry too much," he told her. "Let it go, for now."