FF8: Squall/Rinoa "Never in Asking"
Title: Never in Asking
Fandom: FF8
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa (should be the last time…ever)
Warnings: Adult content
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This was her battlefield.
Never in Asking
During that one summer with Seifer Almasy, Rinoa never slept with him. She didn't know what Seifer said, but she knew what her friends thought. She stopped correcting them after a while, no matter how much it exasperated her. For one, she loved the look on her father's face. Secondly, Rinoa was trying to focus on the rebellion, trying to start a whole new set of rumors.
She never slept with Seifer because Seifer never asked: Seifer *expected.* For some reason, he expected it *more* when Rinoa punched him in the nose. When he wasn't acting like a horny dog, though, he was incredibly sweet, so she tolerated it.
Squall Leonhart never asked, either: not out loud, anyway. His callused hands slid tentatively down her arms, too rough to be gentle but unsure enough that Rinoa could never help pulling him down into a kiss. She could coax a smile out of him with her kiss, and she answered as silently as he asked: yes.
There was rarely a transition: tentativeness to urgency. Squall would kiss her carefully like he was afraid of breaking her, and then he would hungrily devour her mouth and clutch her close, like he was terrified that she would run away. Rinoa would only wrap her arms around him and match him kiss for kiss: this was her battlefield.
His hands would tremble when he stripped her, and Rinoa would focus on making Squall shake with desire and pleasure. At first Squall always carelessly tore his own clothes off; now Rinoa took over, lips following hands. By the end, more than Squall's hands shook.
Squall mouthed at her skin like he wanted to bite her, to permanently mark her, and she groaned and held him like she never wanted to let go. He kept his lips over his teeth; she bared hers but always soothed it over with her tongue.
He gripped her waist like he gripped Leonhart's hilt. Squall always nuzzled her breasts before his first hard thrust into her, like he was trying to capture the scent of her sweat. When he began to fuck her, hard and rough into the mattress, he buried his face in her neck and just breathed. She held him close and made enough noise for them both.
Afterwards, Squall never asked if he could stay; Rinoa had already answered.