Fic, "Limit", FFVIII, for churched
Title: Limit
For: churched
Medium: Fic
Request(s): FFVIII: Squall/Rinoa + ?. Rinoa wants to spice up their sex life by inviting someone else, Squall is characteristically flabbergasted (and a little insulted). The mystery person is up to the writer.
Fandom(s): Final Fantasy VIII
Characters/Pairings: Squall/Rinoa, mystery guest
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language, implied sexual activity, and a bit of weirdness
Feedback: Yes
Spoilers: On a ten year old game? I think not.
Word Count: 609
Summary: Patience has a limit, and Squall’s just been pushed past it.
Notes: This wasn’t the prompt that I originally picked - as a matter of fact, I was about 1/3 of the way through a much longer story for a different prompt and *wham*, ran into a canon wall and need to do some research. I’m still planning on finishing that story - but wanted to get something posted for you before the deadline. So consider this an amuse bouche, if you will - a small teaser to hold you over until I can get back on track with the other fic. Enjoy!
"No!" Squall exclaimed, pulling back from Rinoa, jerking from her soft embrace. "No, no, just ... NO."
"Wait, let me explain ..."
Shaking his head as if to clear the images from his head, Squall threw back the blanket and pulled himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "No! Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even want to know ..." His voice trailed off as he shook his head again, desire rapidly cooled into a sense of dread.
"Squall," she pouted prettily, pressing her soft, naked body against his back. "Stop overreacting! It was just a suggestion, and a good one, too! It could be really, really nice -"
"Nice for you, maybe." His voice was bitter, and even the touch of her soft breasts and perky nipples pressed against his back couldn’t override the images playing in his head - Hyne - and the queasy feeling that had settled into his stomach. He switched on the desk lamp and began looking for his underwear in the jumble of clothes on the floor.
"Squall - "
"What is it with you, Rin? Is this - " He gestured to the bed, "am I - not good enough for you? Because if it’s not this, it’s something else, all the time." Giving up on his underwear, he pulled his jeans on and carefully zipped them up over his now-deflated privates. He cast his voice high in an imitation of Rinoa. "Oh, Squall, let’s do it while junctioned," he shuddered. "Squall, let’s have a foursome with Selphie and Irvine ..." He found his plain white t-shirt and pulled it on over his head, his voice returning to normal. "Seriously, I’m beginning to think that there’s something wrong with me. Or with you."
"What! Wait, that’s not fair at all." Rinoa was angry now, her red face a contrast to her pale white body. "I’m just trying to loosen you up - you’re always so damn serious, never wanting to try anything new, never wanting to have fun - "
"Fun?" Squall laughed bitterly. "You have a weird idea of fun."
Rinoa called out to him as he turned toward the door. "You can’t tell me that you’ve never thought about it." Her voice took on a curious tone, the one that she always got when contemplating something dangerous or particularly crazy. "I mean, it could be ..." she swallowed. "It could be really, really ..."
He stopped at the door, his hand on the knob. "No, Rinoa. I’ve never thought about it. Really." Jerking open the door, he looked into the hallway and groaned. "You had this all planned, didn’t you? You’re sick. Both of you."
"Squall - " Rinoa called from the bed. "We didn’t plan anything. He was just there, that’s all. Just let me explain - "
Squall stopped, his face dark with menace.
"There’s nothing to explain. There’s nothing to talk about. I’ve never even considered having an orgasm and a limit break at the same time, and if you want to do that you can try it on your own." He looked down the hallway, making sure that nobody was around, then leaned back into the room, his voice low and angry. "Let me explain this to you very clearly - we are not, ever, going to have sex with Angelo in the room, even if it gives you the most mind-blowing multiple orgasm you’ve ever had."
With that, he walked out the door and slammed it. Out in the hallway, Angelo made a noise somewhere between a bark and a howl directed at Squall’s retreating back. From the bed, Rinoa heard Squall’s muffled reply.
"I said NO, dammit!"
For: churched
Medium: Fic
Request(s): FFVIII: Squall/Rinoa + ?. Rinoa wants to spice up their sex life by inviting someone else, Squall is characteristically flabbergasted (and a little insulted). The mystery person is up to the writer.
Fandom(s): Final Fantasy VIII
Characters/Pairings: Squall/Rinoa, mystery guest
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for language, implied sexual activity, and a bit of weirdness
Feedback: Yes
Spoilers: On a ten year old game? I think not.
Word Count: 609
Summary: Patience has a limit, and Squall’s just been pushed past it.
Notes: This wasn’t the prompt that I originally picked - as a matter of fact, I was about 1/3 of the way through a much longer story for a different prompt and *wham*, ran into a canon wall and need to do some research. I’m still planning on finishing that story - but wanted to get something posted for you before the deadline. So consider this an amuse bouche, if you will - a small teaser to hold you over until I can get back on track with the other fic. Enjoy!
"No!" Squall exclaimed, pulling back from Rinoa, jerking from her soft embrace. "No, no, just ... NO."
"Wait, let me explain ..."
Shaking his head as if to clear the images from his head, Squall threw back the blanket and pulled himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "No! Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even want to know ..." His voice trailed off as he shook his head again, desire rapidly cooled into a sense of dread.
"Squall," she pouted prettily, pressing her soft, naked body against his back. "Stop overreacting! It was just a suggestion, and a good one, too! It could be really, really nice -"
"Nice for you, maybe." His voice was bitter, and even the touch of her soft breasts and perky nipples pressed against his back couldn’t override the images playing in his head - Hyne - and the queasy feeling that had settled into his stomach. He switched on the desk lamp and began looking for his underwear in the jumble of clothes on the floor.
"Squall - "
"What is it with you, Rin? Is this - " He gestured to the bed, "am I - not good enough for you? Because if it’s not this, it’s something else, all the time." Giving up on his underwear, he pulled his jeans on and carefully zipped them up over his now-deflated privates. He cast his voice high in an imitation of Rinoa. "Oh, Squall, let’s do it while junctioned," he shuddered. "Squall, let’s have a foursome with Selphie and Irvine ..." He found his plain white t-shirt and pulled it on over his head, his voice returning to normal. "Seriously, I’m beginning to think that there’s something wrong with me. Or with you."
"What! Wait, that’s not fair at all." Rinoa was angry now, her red face a contrast to her pale white body. "I’m just trying to loosen you up - you’re always so damn serious, never wanting to try anything new, never wanting to have fun - "
"Fun?" Squall laughed bitterly. "You have a weird idea of fun."
Rinoa called out to him as he turned toward the door. "You can’t tell me that you’ve never thought about it." Her voice took on a curious tone, the one that she always got when contemplating something dangerous or particularly crazy. "I mean, it could be ..." she swallowed. "It could be really, really ..."
He stopped at the door, his hand on the knob. "No, Rinoa. I’ve never thought about it. Really." Jerking open the door, he looked into the hallway and groaned. "You had this all planned, didn’t you? You’re sick. Both of you."
"Squall - " Rinoa called from the bed. "We didn’t plan anything. He was just there, that’s all. Just let me explain - "
Squall stopped, his face dark with menace.
"There’s nothing to explain. There’s nothing to talk about. I’ve never even considered having an orgasm and a limit break at the same time, and if you want to do that you can try it on your own." He looked down the hallway, making sure that nobody was around, then leaned back into the room, his voice low and angry. "Let me explain this to you very clearly - we are not, ever, going to have sex with Angelo in the room, even if it gives you the most mind-blowing multiple orgasm you’ve ever had."
With that, he walked out the door and slammed it. Out in the hallway, Angelo made a noise somewhere between a bark and a howl directed at Squall’s retreating back. From the bed, Rinoa heard Squall’s muffled reply.
"I said NO, dammit!"