Rinoa Heartilly (
angelo_wings) wrote2011-01-01 10:34 pm
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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.
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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"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."
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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.
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He liked the kissing.
"'kay," he managed to get out, between kisses.
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"Really?" she asked, a little breathlessly. From all the kissing. "You're sure?"
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