//Oh.// That one word, that one syllable, was full of all of the raw appreciation that Jono could fit into it, and he found himself bunching his shoulders slightly at the pleasant surprise.
He gave her hand a light squeeze with the one that she was still holding on to, and then slipped it free so that he could run his fingers up over her arm, slowly and lightly, exploring whatever bit of exposed skin he could find.
Arms like silk, he mused, and might have even felt the faintest bit guilty that this Rinoa's Squall wasn't the one sitting here in his place. But then, this was a different reality entirely. He owed no loyalty to a man who accused him of being a spy here to compromise their mission, someone who was familiar in face and name alone.
And besides, this wasn't Squall's choice to make, it was Rinoa's.
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Date: 2014-03-26 12:37 pm (UTC)He gave her hand a light squeeze with the one that she was still holding on to, and then slipped it free so that he could run his fingers up over her arm, slowly and lightly, exploring whatever bit of exposed skin he could find.
Arms like silk, he mused, and might have even felt the faintest bit guilty that this Rinoa's Squall wasn't the one sitting here in his place. But then, this was a different reality entirely. He owed no loyalty to a man who accused him of being a spy here to compromise their mission, someone who was familiar in face and name alone.
And besides, this wasn't Squall's choice to make, it was Rinoa's.