Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ time off ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
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By: jros 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Prologue
Balamb Garden shone brightly in the noonday sun, welcoming visitors with its luminescent glow. Since it became mobilized all students who enrolled had to be placed in a dorm, but the new mobility gave the garden an edge in the field. Since the whole building could move, literally every SeeD could disembark and engage a single enemy. Today it was parked in FH getting regular maintenance. While that was being performed, Squall and Rinoa lounged on the deck in the quad.
Rinoa was sunbathing, dressed in a simple blue one-piece swimsuit and pool skirt. Squall’s ever-so-rebellious attitude was preventing him from donning such informal attire, should there be an attack he’d be defenseless! However being with the person whose love literally withstood the test of time, made him smile, on the inside of course. The warm salty breeze blew through the quad, rustling scattered litter, and causing the newly planted trees and flowers to sway in the wind.
“Honestly babe, do you have to bring that everywhere?”
Rinoa asked breathily. Squall lowered his new sunglasses just past his nose.
“Yea I do, I’m responsible for everyone’s safety and I have to be ready no matter what. Besides it makes a great mirror.”
Squall was referring to his Lionheart, his hybrid gun/sword weapon aptly titled the “gun blade”. It was positioned under his chin as you would a tanning mirror. As much as she hated to admit it he was right, he rarely used his gun blade/mirror, but his face had lost the once emo-like paleness that clung to it, and a healthy tan rivaled only by Raiijn’s natural complexion took its place.
He used his weapon for many odd things, the most notable was when she caught him cutting butter with it because there were no other knives. She laughed long and hard for days with youthful abandon. She was lucky enough to have caught the event on film, it was their Christmas card, and everyone carried one in their wallets, secretly of course. The success of Squall’s card was dethroned only by Laguna’s card the following year. It portrayed Ellone; face taut in a grimace of pure fury, throwing a shoe at a monster with a caption that read “her first limit break!”
“But honeeeeeeey! Its sooo weird, plus you can hurt yourself if you’re not careful.”
Rinoa protested while using her newest junction ability-POUT. Squall was powerless to resist and sighed in defeat. He swung his great sword over to his left side where it promptly disappeared like it always did. “Happy?” Squall pouted back turning his head away. She smiled and nodded her approval.
“I’ll never understand how you do that.”
She laughed and stretched. Squall adjusted his chair to a comfortable recline, he was thinking of catching some sleep, and no sooner than his eyes had closed he felt a small weight fall into his lap. Rinoa had jumped from her chair to Squall’s and covered his eyes with her hands. “Gotcha!”
As he tried to sit up he felt the familiar sensation of a pair of delicate lips against his own. His body froze, welcoming the warm feeling. The kiss was held for a few seconds only but his eyes never opened. He loved the sensations of affection, and one of Rinoa’s favorite hobbies was depriving him of them till he nearly begged for them. He had to respect the way in which she made him express himself. Another one of Rinoa’s favorite hobbies was making him do things he normally wouldn’t do-like moan.
As Rinoa pulled away from the kiss she suddenly whipped Squall’s head back, and plunged her teeth into his neck. One night she discovered this little trick and never got tired of it. As she straddled her man and her teeth did their work Squalls entire body quivered, his toes curled and a low throaty groan escaped from him. “THAT SOUND!” Rinoa thought. She could think of no possible reason that would prevent her from reveling in the ecstasy brought on by that sound. –Except a raucous “BOOYA!” and “YA KNOW!”
Rinoa shot up and made out the distant shapes of Raiijin and Zell standing at the entrance. They were talking very loudly and she couldn’t tell if they saw anything. With the romance put on hold, she sighed and leaned back in squalls lap. As she did so, a wrinkle prevented her from sitting in his lap properly. She looked down at him and smiled. He did the same, which caught her off guard. Another tender kiss sent Rinoa into a tiny fit of ecstasy, and she fell and nestled herself on Squall’s chest.
She slowly slid her hands under his shirt and stroked his chest. He held her with one arm and rested his head on the other. He exhaled deeply and closed his eyes as she held him tight, also intent on some sleep. And as they drifted off to sleep the quad continued as if nothing happened. No one really cared what Squall and Rinoa did together, they saved the garden so many times and in the end the world, after all. They could have sex on the cafeteria tables during lunch and people would probably just move over to give them space, the braver ones would definitely do a play-by-play.
Thankfully the couple remained humble and didn’t abuse the authority, save for a few moments of PDA brought on by Rinoa’s desire to melt the ice prince. And nobody could blame them for wanting to relax on this glorious day. They woke up about an hour later. Irvine and Selphie were there, Irvine sitting on the floor and Selphie in his lap. They were sitting beside Squall and Rinoa looking out into the ocean. On days were there were no jobs lined up Irvine replaced his dusty sniper coat for a more casual look. Today he was sporting a light blue collared shirt and black slacks. Selphie on the other hand loved mini-dresses too much to part with them, her scandalous little number made that very clear. She had Irvine’s black hat on and his trench coat wrapped around her. A storm cloud had rolled in and blocked the sun’s heat. Which was ok because it allowed for snuggles. Selphie was the first to notice them being awake, And leapt up.
“Rinoa! You’re up! Hi Squall!” Selphie shouted with her usual enthusiasm.
Rinoa squealed and got up too, then gave her a hug. Squall managed to stave off his grogginess long enough to perform a small wave. Irvine did the same. They had just returned from a three-week excursion to Galbadia Garden and were very tired, but they still insisted on seeing Squall and Rinoa before going to sleep. With their good byes said, Irvine hoisted Selphie in the air stood up and caught her, intent on carrying her to bed, and maybe getting some sleep too.
“Those two are cute together aren’t they babe?” Rinoa said quietly, as their forms disappeared through the doorway. She sat sidesaddle on Squall’s lap and caressed his face.
“Yes you are” Squall said lazily. Returning the kindness, a small smirk on his tired face.
“That’s not what I asked babe, and you know it.” Rinoa pouted and looked away.
“But that’s what I meant.”
Then after leaning in and delivering the most romantically timed kiss in recorded history, Squall picked her up and carried her to bed.
Balamb Garden shone brightly in the noonday sun, welcoming visitors with its luminescent glow. Since it became mobilized all students who enrolled had to be placed in a dorm, but the new mobility gave the garden an edge in the field. Since the whole building could move, literally every SeeD could disembark and engage a single enemy. Today it was parked in FH getting regular maintenance. While that was being performed, Squall and Rinoa lounged on the deck in the quad.
Rinoa was sunbathing, dressed in a simple blue one-piece swimsuit and pool skirt. Squall’s ever-so-rebellious attitude was preventing him from donning such informal attire, should there be an attack he’d be defenseless! However being with the person whose love literally withstood the test of time, made him smile, on the inside of course. The warm salty breeze blew through the quad, rustling scattered litter, and causing the newly planted trees and flowers to sway in the wind.
“Honestly babe, do you have to bring that everywhere?”
Rinoa asked breathily. Squall lowered his new sunglasses just past his nose.
“Yea I do, I’m responsible for everyone’s safety and I have to be ready no matter what. Besides it makes a great mirror.”
Squall was referring to his Lionheart, his hybrid gun/sword weapon aptly titled the “gun blade”. It was positioned under his chin as you would a tanning mirror. As much as she hated to admit it he was right, he rarely used his gun blade/mirror, but his face had lost the once emo-like paleness that clung to it, and a healthy tan rivaled only by Raiijn’s natural complexion took its place.
He used his weapon for many odd things, the most notable was when she caught him cutting butter with it because there were no other knives. She laughed long and hard for days with youthful abandon. She was lucky enough to have caught the event on film, it was their Christmas card, and everyone carried one in their wallets, secretly of course. The success of Squall’s card was dethroned only by Laguna’s card the following year. It portrayed Ellone; face taut in a grimace of pure fury, throwing a shoe at a monster with a caption that read “her first limit break!”
“But honeeeeeeey! Its sooo weird, plus you can hurt yourself if you’re not careful.”
Rinoa protested while using her newest junction ability-POUT. Squall was powerless to resist and sighed in defeat. He swung his great sword over to his left side where it promptly disappeared like it always did. “Happy?” Squall pouted back turning his head away. She smiled and nodded her approval.
“I’ll never understand how you do that.”
She laughed and stretched. Squall adjusted his chair to a comfortable recline, he was thinking of catching some sleep, and no sooner than his eyes had closed he felt a small weight fall into his lap. Rinoa had jumped from her chair to Squall’s and covered his eyes with her hands. “Gotcha!”
As he tried to sit up he felt the familiar sensation of a pair of delicate lips against his own. His body froze, welcoming the warm feeling. The kiss was held for a few seconds only but his eyes never opened. He loved the sensations of affection, and one of Rinoa’s favorite hobbies was depriving him of them till he nearly begged for them. He had to respect the way in which she made him express himself. Another one of Rinoa’s favorite hobbies was making him do things he normally wouldn’t do-like moan.
As Rinoa pulled away from the kiss she suddenly whipped Squall’s head back, and plunged her teeth into his neck. One night she discovered this little trick and never got tired of it. As she straddled her man and her teeth did their work Squalls entire body quivered, his toes curled and a low throaty groan escaped from him. “THAT SOUND!” Rinoa thought. She could think of no possible reason that would prevent her from reveling in the ecstasy brought on by that sound. –Except a raucous “BOOYA!” and “YA KNOW!”
Rinoa shot up and made out the distant shapes of Raiijin and Zell standing at the entrance. They were talking very loudly and she couldn’t tell if they saw anything. With the romance put on hold, she sighed and leaned back in squalls lap. As she did so, a wrinkle prevented her from sitting in his lap properly. She looked down at him and smiled. He did the same, which caught her off guard. Another tender kiss sent Rinoa into a tiny fit of ecstasy, and she fell and nestled herself on Squall’s chest.
She slowly slid her hands under his shirt and stroked his chest. He held her with one arm and rested his head on the other. He exhaled deeply and closed his eyes as she held him tight, also intent on some sleep. And as they drifted off to sleep the quad continued as if nothing happened. No one really cared what Squall and Rinoa did together, they saved the garden so many times and in the end the world, after all. They could have sex on the cafeteria tables during lunch and people would probably just move over to give them space, the braver ones would definitely do a play-by-play.
Thankfully the couple remained humble and didn’t abuse the authority, save for a few moments of PDA brought on by Rinoa’s desire to melt the ice prince. And nobody could blame them for wanting to relax on this glorious day. They woke up about an hour later. Irvine and Selphie were there, Irvine sitting on the floor and Selphie in his lap. They were sitting beside Squall and Rinoa looking out into the ocean. On days were there were no jobs lined up Irvine replaced his dusty sniper coat for a more casual look. Today he was sporting a light blue collared shirt and black slacks. Selphie on the other hand loved mini-dresses too much to part with them, her scandalous little number made that very clear. She had Irvine’s black hat on and his trench coat wrapped around her. A storm cloud had rolled in and blocked the sun’s heat. Which was ok because it allowed for snuggles. Selphie was the first to notice them being awake, And leapt up.
“Rinoa! You’re up! Hi Squall!” Selphie shouted with her usual enthusiasm.
Rinoa squealed and got up too, then gave her a hug. Squall managed to stave off his grogginess long enough to perform a small wave. Irvine did the same. They had just returned from a three-week excursion to Galbadia Garden and were very tired, but they still insisted on seeing Squall and Rinoa before going to sleep. With their good byes said, Irvine hoisted Selphie in the air stood up and caught her, intent on carrying her to bed, and maybe getting some sleep too.
“Those two are cute together aren’t they babe?” Rinoa said quietly, as their forms disappeared through the doorway. She sat sidesaddle on Squall’s lap and caressed his face.
“Yes you are” Squall said lazily. Returning the kindness, a small smirk on his tired face.
“That’s not what I asked babe, and you know it.” Rinoa pouted and looked away.
“But that’s what I meant.”
Then after leaning in and delivering the most romantically timed kiss in recorded history, Squall picked her up and carried her to bed.