Room 421, Wednesday Evening

[angelo_wings]

It was strange, not having play rehearsal tonight. It made her feel like it wasn't properly Wednesday at all. She wondered how strange it was going to be, once the play was over and life returned to normal around here.

She also realized she was thinking about the play to not think about the events of the past week, and how crazy those had been. That would change soon enough. No reason to rush it.

She had the room to herself, for now, and had made some hot chocolate. And now, she was just waiting on the boy.

(roomie modded out with permission (thanks!) and just for the Bohemian, please)

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Christian's day felt a bit off balance as well; he actually almost left campus before he remembered he didn't have rehearsal.

Making his way to Rinoa's room, he peeked in the door. "May I come in?"

Okay, so she'd invited him. He was still Victorian!

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And that was her cue to bounce up from where she'd been lounging on her bed, and grab an extra mug of hot chocolate to take over to him.

"Please do," she said, holding it out in front of her. "I feel like we're playing hooky."

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"i was just thinking that," Christian laughed. "as if any moment, Genesis will storm up and -- are there marshmallows in this?"

Distractable boy was distractable.

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"There are," she laughed, leaning up for a quick kiss. "Little tiny ones. It seemed like the kind of day that needed hot chocolate, and why not go for the marshmallows?"

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"The marshmallows are such a tiny thing, but they make everything that much better," Christian said guilelessly before returning the kiss.

He would linger. It was better than hot chocolate.

[angelo_wings]

Lingering kisses were much nicer than hot chocolate, on cold days. Rinoa was not exactly going to object.

"So we should lock the door, in case Genesis arrives," she said, before replaying how that sounded and blushing. "Or just ... leave it shut. I'm sure even he would knock."

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"... are you comfortable with that?" Christian asked, a bit nervous considering they'd just been kissing. "I wouldn't want to do anything you might regret, ever. I don't mind leaving the door open."

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"It's fine," she said, blushing again but closing it firmly. "I didn't want you thinking I was ... propositioning you? But having a little privacy is nice."

There was talking to be done. That didn't mean there couldn't be kissing, first. Which was why she slipped her arms around his neck and leaned up again.

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It was very hard to talk when there were better things to do with your lips. It was a long moment before Christian disentangled himself from the kiss, fingers still tracing over her spine. "We can always use privacy," he agreed. "It makes everything much nicer."

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"Just like marshmallows," she laughed. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't expect coherency from her if there was more kissing to be had.

"So how are you?" she asked, finally. A bit worried about the answer.

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"Two best things in the world," Christian said firmly. "Kissing, and marshmallows."

If he ever had sex, he might reevaluate that sentiment, but never mind that.

He sat on the edge of her bed, considering the question. "Fine," he said. "Not ... unworried. But you seem like yourself, and that's something I'd been scared about. You didn't lose you."

[angelo_wings]

"I'm myself," she agreed. She followed him over to her bed, sitting gingerly on the edge next to him. "I don't like the other part, the bits that aren't me. That's why I have a Knight. So I don't lose myself, and so, if I do, I can find my way back again."

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"I couldn't tell if I helped at all," Christian said, looking at his hands. "At first I thought I was, but -- it was like you didn't need me when there was fighting. Not -- Not that I'm angry. But it made me wonder what kind of knight I was."

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"I went because I had to," Rinoa said. Okay, so most of the reason she had to was because of Squall. That wasn't very diplomatic to mention, so she was going to try to gloss over it. "It wasn't that I didn't need you. It was that I couldn't let myself stay behind if it meant people might die. You helped. It's ... just complicated. And I'm sorry that it is."

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She went because she had to, and she hadn't needed Christian, and he was just going to try not to feel small and worthless about that.

"Don't be sorry," he said. "You did what you had to do."

A pause.

"Squall was happy at rehearsal."

A man had to notice things like that.

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Rinoa pinched the bridge of her nose. The kissing part of this had been going so much better.

"Squall believes that he's alone, and no one will ever care about him," she explained. "He was thrown into a pit and left there to die. It might have been hours, or it might have been days. And then, instead, he was rescued. I guess it changed him some."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Were you ... thinking something happened?"

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"Not the way you mean," Christian assured her. "It crossed my mind, but I know you. You would have told me if it had. I was just" -- an idiot -- "curious."

Could they go back to kissing? He wasn't doing very well with the talking part.

"You saved his life?"

[angelo_wings]

They should totally find their way back to kissing. The rest was messy and complicated enough.

"I ... guess?" she said. "I think we could have just hauled him out of there, bodily. I think it's more that he finally gets it. That people aren't going to abandon him. So I didn't, but at the same time, I kind of did."

She slipped her hand into one of his. "I can think of better things to talk about," she suggested.

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Christian gave her a tiny, tentative smile, still processing what she'd told him about Squall. "What would those be?"

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"We could talk about the play," she suggested, her eyes twinkling. "And how awesome a prince you make. Or finals, and how happy we are that they're almost over. Orrrrr ... how pretty your eyes are."

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"I'm done with finals," Christian answered, reaching up to stroke her hair. "The play is tomorrow. I'm very interested in your opinions on that last one, especialyl since I could get lost in those eyes of yours."

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"You could?" she asked, melting. Mellllting. She slipped her arms around his neck again. "Don't go too far. I like having you right here."

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Why do birds suddenly appear, every time, you are near...

Christian didn't sing out loud, but the words ran through his head as he leaned in to kiss her agan. "You have me as long as you'll let me stay, promise."

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"I do have the room for a couple of hours," she murmured, nuzzling in against him and savoring the kiss. "I'm sure we can think of something to pass the time."

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"I'm starting to get a few ideas," Christian said, pressing his chest into hers. His heart was thudding like mad. "God, I feel like I could ... like I could just breathe you in. You've no idea how much I care for you right now."

[angelo_wings]

She pressed her lips against his cheek, his jaw, working her way back towards his ear.

"You say such amazing things," she sighed. "You make me feel like I'm a princess. Like I'm flying."

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Christian's hand ran up her spine, and his lips curved into a smirk against her skin. "I suppose," he said, "that the girl with wings would know..."

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"Some time, I'll take you," she laughed, brushing her lips just under his ear. He had a wonderful neck. She planned on exploring that, next. "You, me, the open sky ..."

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"You could carry me?" Christian asked. almost interested enough to stop nuzzling back.

... almost.

"Sorry, it's just -- I'm taller than you are."

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"I know," she said, stopping long enough to giggle against the side of his neck. "You'd wrap your arms around me and hold on, and we'd fly. My wings are strong. I'm not sure how many people I could bring if I tried."

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"I'd rather not see you with so many hanging off of you that you looked like a carnival ride," Christian said. "Just me, though ... I would like that."

He kissed the top of her ear. "Where would we go?"

[angelo_wings]

Excuse her, the ear-kissing was nice. She would need a moment.

"Anywhere," she said. "Just around the school. Not too long. It's cold out. You'd have to keep us warm."

She was sure he'd have ideas, on that.

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"I'd wrap you in my coat as we soared off."

Oh, look, ideas! And more snuggling, and hands moving lightly around to her stomach.

[angelo_wings]

"We could share your coat," she said, leaning up to press her lips over his again. And angling back to see if he maybe wanted to spill onto the bed. Kissing was wonderful sitting up, but even better when you had room to stretch out.

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Some tiny part of Christian was busy being quietly amazed a girl was tugging him backwards on her bed like this. At home it meant you were either engaged, Bohemian, or with a girl who wasn't' very nice. (Or all three.)

He decided, for about the 500th time, that he liked 2020 very much as he pressed his kisses more ardently against her lips, legs stretching to intertwine with hers.

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa would have argued that girls like this were especially nice, even if she wasn't quite Like That herself. It wasn't important. What was important was leaning in to the kiss, pulling him more tightly against her and giving herself over to it. It had been a long week. So much stress, so little sleep, and now? Nothing to worry about. Safe to let go, and let herself drown.

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Oh, girls like her were the nicest of all.

Christian relaxed, trying to vary the kisses -- now harder, now gentler -- as he melted into her. There was nothing else in the world.

[angelo_wings]

There didn't need to be. There were her fingers, curling into the ends of his hair, and his breath, mingling with hers, and her tongue teasing gently against his lower lip. Her leg curled around his and she sighed, happy to drift here as long as they could.