Room 510, Saturday Evening

[angelo_wings]

At the dorms last night, they'd left it that they "needed to talk." And Rinoa had done her best to stall, because there was no way talking could go well. Squall was well overdue for fleeing the other direction. The timing was bad, anyway, for a hundred reasons, and he'd only kissed her because of New Year's. Probably.

On the other hand, Rinoa was horribly impatient, which meant 'stalling' only lasted as long as the next evening before she decided to pound on his door and get this mess overwith so she could go back to being -- mad? Upset? She hadn't decided yet, but when she did, she was totally going to be upset. Or mad. Whichever.

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[angelo_wings]

"Or you'll just run away," she said, lifting an eyebrow at him. "That's what you always do."

He wasn't running away now. Maybe she was going to lean in a little closer.

See? This was why sitting on his bed had been a bad idea.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm NOT going to run away," Squall insisted. "I don't do that."

Then he leaned in, pulled her closer, and kissed her.

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment, still not sure she believed this was real.

"So ... you ... think we're dating?" she asked. "I mean. We are, aren't we? Except you didn't ask. You should ask. Since you were the one who kept pushing me away for so long."

Rinoa had her pride. Very little, at this point, but it was there.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"You... don't want to date?" Squall asked, a little hurt. "I thought the kissing meant we were. I want to."

[angelo_wings]

Another recalibration. Wow, Squall had no idea what any of this was. Okay. She should have realized that.

"I was teasing," she said, pressing a fingertip against his nose. "Kissing doesn't always mean dating, though. It can just mean kissing. It's usually not dating unless you say it is. And I'm not going to date you unless you ask me nicely, so I'd work on that if I were you."

See, Squall? This was why you didn't date princesses.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

...

So... That was a yes, right? She was just attaching nonsensical conditions to it? It didn't occur to Squall that this was Rinoa being a princess, because he had no idea how normal people worked, anyways.

He frowned at her, not entirely sure what she wanted. "Will you... please date me? I'd like you to."

[angelo_wings]

Normal people made things way less complicated. Rule of thumb.

This was an incoming tackle-kiss. He should have expected that. And if he didn't, he probably wouldn't object.

"Yes," she said. "But that means you have to take me on dates. Real ones. And pretend you like them."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

He hadn't expected it, but that was mostly because he wasn't sure WHAT was going on, right now. And he didn't object, because kisses were amazing.

"I figured I would," Squall told her, when the kiss broke. "You'll have to tell me where you want to go. And I will like them, if you're there."

[angelo_wings]

"Good," she said. "I want to go to dinner. Or dancing. Or to see a movie, except we sit in the back and make out. And I want to come over when I'm bored and we can watch movies here, or talk, or anything. And you have to take me to the dances and tell me I look pretty and ..."

She was going to interrupt this with more kissing. If he was going to be scared off by the above, now would be a good time to know.

Rinoa was not exactly low-maintenance.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall was more than familiar with exactly how not-low-maintenance Rinoa was. All of the things she was describing sounded like stuff he got stuck doing anyway, except with more kissing.

He liked the kissing.

"'kay," he managed to get out, between kisses.

[angelo_wings]

So, really, for Squall this was an upgrade. See? He should have caved much earlier.

"Really?" she asked, a little breathlessly. From all the kissing. "You're sure?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"If I wasn't sure, I'd say so," Squall pointed out. He was usually pretty direct like that.