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Rinoa Heartilly ([personal profile] angelo_wings) wrote2011-01-01 10:34 pm

Room 510, Saturday Evening

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.

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-01-05 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I wasn't sure, I'd say so," Squall pointed out. He was usually pretty direct like that.