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Four Way Stop
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Final Fantasy VIII › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
930
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
secrets
(Note: Same disclaimers still apply. Super short, but the story sort of exists in fragments. More soon! Please review, good, bad, or ugly: hado_koa@hotmail.com)
Rinoa lounged seductively across the mattress, her fingers tangled in the long orange hair strewn over her abdomen.
"We'd better put some clothes on," Quistis muttered, wrapping herself in the sheet and trundling toward the closet.
"But I'll miss the naked," the smaller girl whimpered sweetly, rolling onto her stomach and sprawling across the vacated bed. A smile rose to her lover's lips as she opened the closet, her chin set on her shoulder.
"You're too much," she whispered, letting the sheet tumble before pulling a tight long-sleeved shirt over her torso. "But I'll make you a deal."
Rinoa perked, lifting her head. "Oh?"
Underwear on and a pair of jeans selected, Quistis returned to her hopeful companion. "If you wear this," she murmured, extending a silky negligee, "we can do more naked later."
"Oh, Quisty," Rinoa let her legs hang off the edge of the mattress, a single, delicate finger tracing the smooth fabric. "For me?"
"I can think of no one else, angel," the orange-haired woman soothed into her ear, tracing Rinoa's parted lips with a thumb. They kissed, and then Quistis donned her pants.
Holding the lingerie, the shorter girl slid from her warm nest and began seeking out her clothing. The exhilaration was draining from her face, each item she put on a unique emotional weight. "Are we," she started, trailing off. "Shouldn't I tell him soon?"
Quistis turned from the mirror, fixing the hair clip slightly above her nape. "It's your decision, Noa. I don't want you to jeopardize anything unless you're absolutely sure."
With a frown, Rinoa adamantly pressed herself against the other woman. Their eyes locked. "I'm sure," she affirmed. "Quisty, I lo–
A hand muffled her declaration, but blue eyes were smiling lazily at her. "That has to wait until you tell him," she scolded.
Rinoa nodded beneath the palm, and it retracted. "I understand." She glanced out through the blinds into the sunset mottled trees. "I'll do it tonight."
tis tis sighed.
Rinoa lounged seductively across the mattress, her fingers tangled in the long orange hair strewn over her abdomen.
"We'd better put some clothes on," Quistis muttered, wrapping herself in the sheet and trundling toward the closet.
"But I'll miss the naked," the smaller girl whimpered sweetly, rolling onto her stomach and sprawling across the vacated bed. A smile rose to her lover's lips as she opened the closet, her chin set on her shoulder.
"You're too much," she whispered, letting the sheet tumble before pulling a tight long-sleeved shirt over her torso. "But I'll make you a deal."
Rinoa perked, lifting her head. "Oh?"
Underwear on and a pair of jeans selected, Quistis returned to her hopeful companion. "If you wear this," she murmured, extending a silky negligee, "we can do more naked later."
"Oh, Quisty," Rinoa let her legs hang off the edge of the mattress, a single, delicate finger tracing the smooth fabric. "For me?"
"I can think of no one else, angel," the orange-haired woman soothed into her ear, tracing Rinoa's parted lips with a thumb. They kissed, and then Quistis donned her pants.
Holding the lingerie, the shorter girl slid from her warm nest and began seeking out her clothing. The exhilaration was draining from her face, each item she put on a unique emotional weight. "Are we," she started, trailing off. "Shouldn't I tell him soon?"
Quistis turned from the mirror, fixing the hair clip slightly above her nape. "It's your decision, Noa. I don't want you to jeopardize anything unless you're absolutely sure."
With a frown, Rinoa adamantly pressed herself against the other woman. Their eyes locked. "I'm sure," she affirmed. "Quisty, I lo–
A hand muffled her declaration, but blue eyes were smiling lazily at her. "That has to wait until you tell him," she scolded.
Rinoa nodded beneath the palm, and it retracted. "I understand." She glanced out through the blinds into the sunset mottled trees. "I'll do it tonight."
tis tis sighed.