the final fantasy anonymous kink meme

[shanaqui]

I have made this post public again despite leaving LJ to allow people to save their own fics, etc.

Since this kind of thing seems to be spreading LJ-wide, I thought it was time we had one. ;) The original, I believe, is the Bleach Kink Meme, and there's a master list of others here. ;)

So...
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Timecest, the Sequel (3)

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When was that?! Laguna thought in shock.

"When was that?!" Squall echoed aloud.

Laguna almost felt Ellone cringing, and Rinoa gave him an apologetic shrug. "Umm... oops? Sorry, Elle!"

"You two are in this together!" Squall ground out, his voice growing accusatory.

Oh, shut up and enjoy it, Laguna was thinking as Rinoa gave her hips another deft twist, making his son's spine arch. He always did have less focus than Squall. The boy must have inherited that from Raine.

Rinoa seemed to agree with him. "You really need to loosen up, Squall," she chastised. "Now pay attention. I want to make a good impression on your father and I can't do that without you."

"We are not going to - fuck!" Squall groaned as Rinoa pulled off her nightshirt.

"I think we are," Rinoa answered tartly, removing one of Squall's hands from her hips and placing it on one of her rounded, perfect breasts.

Thank you, Hyne, Laguna thought, taking the opportunity to squeeze it. Apparently small spasms still were within his capability, especially when Squall was losing control. And he certainly was, what with the way Rinoa was wiggling her bottom against his - their - pelvis. He gave the breast another experimental squeeze, and Squall's eyes rolled back into his head. Yes. Definitely much better than oranges. He had to quash the urge to lick her pert nipple to sample its sweetness.

Squall didn't have the same reservations, and hungrily sat forward to take her rosy nipple into his mouth. Laguna immediately decided that Rinoa beat the taste of oranges, hands down. He could almost kick himself for practically letting Esthar shoot her into space instead.

"Oranges?" Rinoa mumbled hazily, one dark eyebrow lifting as she tilted Squall's chin away.

"Mmm," Squall replied, eagerly seeking out her other breast. "I love oranges," he murmured between suckles. Then he pulled his mouth away, to Laguna's disappointment, and gave Rinoa a startled look. "You can hear him? What's that old pervert doing, anyway?"

"Enjoying himself," Rinoa scolded. "Like you should be."

"Rin, it's bad enough knowing he's there," Squall began. "And then there's Ellone..."

"She's enjoying herself too," Rinoa repeated firmly. She ground her hips just as firmly into Squall's erection, and his protests quieted down rapidly. "Is there anything special you'd like me to do?" she asked softly, looking into Squall's eyes.

"Well, you know -"

"I wasn't asking you," Rinoa cut him off.

Hot diggity dog! Laguna crowed to himself.

Rinoa immediately made a face. "You sound like Zell," she giggled.

"Hyne's arse, don't tell me he's here too," Squall groaned. Then his head shot up. "Don't get any ideas, Elle!"

Who's Zell again? Laguna thought to himself muzzily. Then he decided he didn't really care. He also gave thanks for Squall's apparent stamina, because with the way Rinoa was twisting up his boxer shorts, he was sure he wouldn't be able to form complete sentences anymore.

"Hmm," Rinoa hummed with a satisfied smirk. "Just wait until the boxers come off."

Both Squall and Laguna sprung to attention, literally, at her words.

Take them off already! Laguna groaned.

"Please," Squall whimpered in an unknowing verbal agreement. He lifted his head in time to see the look on Rinoa's face and rolled his eyes. "If you say 'like father, like son' right now, you'll kill the mood," he added.