Fanfiction: The Legacy: Arc 1 - After the End

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..:THE LEGACY: ARC 1 - AFTER THE END:..
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Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and all of its characters are property of Square Enix. I do not profit from it, apart from getting entertainment from doing my fanfiction and improving on my language and writing skills. Also, all events and characters are purely fictitious and any similarities to people or events in real life are purely coincidental.

Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Author: Heian Edenwood
Beta-Reader: Emerald-Latias, Leontillybalambgirl

Listening to: Eyes on Me (Celine Dion)
Pairings: SquallxRinoa
Warnings: Rinoa ogling at Squall and fantasizing on her part.

Author's Note: Well, here's the third installment of this little story of mine. It's going to get fun...

Prologue

Chapter 1

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.:CHAPTER 2:.
---:Into His Room She Goes:---
Darn it Squall... ever since when were you so sexy? - Rinoa
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Rinoa stared at the door before her eagerly. Taking a quick glance at her watch, she took note that it was just a few seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. 6pm! Giving a grin, she rapped the door of Squall's room eagerly. She had no idea why she was suddenly filled with the intense need to be spot on in her arrival. All she had on her mind was Squall's easy agreement on going out with her on a date. Adding another mental cheer to the hundreds that had spawned since her success, she adjusted the hem of her cream beige dress nervously before returning her gaze to the door.

Moments passed as Rinoa stood at the door. Did Squall forget all about our date? Rinoa wondered briefly as a frown slowly appeared on her face. Punching in the entry code on the key pad, a small beep was heard and the door slid open. Stepping into the room, Rinoa was greeted by the sound of a showerhead that was turned on. For a moment, Rinoa had a childish thought of how Squall was late and giggled. Ha! I knew Squall would slip up some day...

...Should I take a peek into the bathroom? Grinning maliciously at the thought, Rinoa toyed with it for a few minutes before deciding against it, on the rationale that he'd treat her with death glares and laser beams. Though it might be worth it...

Getting bored quickly by the plain and grey living room, Rinoa kicked off her heels and walked over into Squall's room. Maybe there's something interesting in there... Rinoa thought briefly. Making a quick observation, Rinoa concluded that, now, Squall officially had the most boring bedroom EVER. Oh well, at least there's the water bed I got Squall to buy...

...I wonder how much it wobbles...

A vivid image of Squall's expression at the mention of jumping on beds came to mind and Rinoa giggled. Flopping down onto the bed, she marveled at how the entire bed wobbled. Giggling at the wave-like motion it constantly made, she constantly shifted on it. Flopping up and down on the mattress, a small thought occurred about how the bed might spring a leak before it was brushed away by the thought on how bouncing on it was like floating in sea, just without the wetness.

Scanning the room around her, amidst feeling the rocking of the bed, her eyes fell onto the lava lamp resting on the dresser.

Fascinated by the globules of unknown material floating and jiggling in suspension, Rinoa ceased all wobbling and stared.

Just then, a loud click was heard. Tearing her eyes from the fascinating jiggling, Rinoa turned towards the direction of the click. The bathroom door opened in a slight crack and steam steadily trickled out of it. Slowly, it swung open and white steam now poured out in voluminous amounts, stemming out any view of what lay beyond. A faint shadow emerged at the doorway, revealing itself as Squall as he stepped out.

Wet hair was plastered upon his forehead and the nape of his neck as intense blue-grey eyes stared out from beneath them. Dusky lips parted slightly to breathe, a pink tongue dipped out quickly to lick slightly dry lips. Lean muscles on his arm bunched and flexed while Squall raised a hand to push hair out of his face. As he did so, droplets of water dripped from his hair, onto his body and sluiced down hardened panes of defined muscle.

Rinoa appreciatively took note that Squall didn't seem to be wearing anything under that towel wrapped under his waist momentarily before she felt her brain fizzle out. Seeming to take note of her for once, Squall gave her a questioning glance before giving the clock a swift glance and turning to the mirror. She's fifty-three minutes and twelve seconds early...

Glassy-eyed, Rinoa stared at Squall, vaguely taking note of how the final vestiges of the dying light streamed through the window upon the expanse of his skin, painting it with the shadows of leaves and gold. Breath catching in her throat, she noticed muscles upon Squall's back shift subtly as he stretched languidly and moaned softly. Darn it Squall... ever since when were you so sexy?

Gulping and tugging at the collar of her dress uncomfortably, Rinoa continued to watch Squall. Slowly, said person loosened his towel and lowered it. Bit by bit, the towel lowered and Rinoa watched eagerly at the unintentional striptease. Finally falling off entirely, Rinoa sighed wistfully as she found that Squall still wore black boxer shorts beneath. Okay... maybe like forever... Rinoa continued her train of thought as she eyed Squall's shorts not-so-subtly, And boy do those shorts hug him in all the right places...

Squall finally noticed Rinoa's intense staring as he turned his head sideways to look at her. Noticing Rinoa's expression, his lips quirked into a sly grin that slid down to the lower registers. Moving swiftly, he positioned himself behind Rinoa. "Rinoa..." a low, husky voice drawled.

Shuddering at the sound of Squall's voice, Rinoa felt heat pooling at the pit of her belly. What have you done to the Squall I know? Rinoa shuddered more as calloused fingers slowly pushed strands of hair out of her face. "We could always do something else together you know..." Can't say that I don't like this Squall though...

As Squall placed his hand onto her forehead, Rinoa caught the scent of Squall's shampoo and something that was distinctly him. Leaning back into Squall, Rinoa smiled slightly. Sandalwood and the rain... ...is that leather and gun oil I smell?

"Rinoa..."

The heat radiating off the body behind her and the heat pooling at the pit of her belly were both beginning to become unbearable. "Hm?" Rinoa hummed in a disorientated manner.
"If you don't get up, we're going to have to do it here."

Eyes snapping open, Rinoa yelled at the top of her voice, "Hell, yes!” Noticing Squall's puzzled expression, she returned the gesture. Then, her eyes inadvertently slid downwards to spot at his towel clad waist. Oh...

Misinterpreting Rinoa's puzzled expression, Squall fumbled for words to explain himself, "You were... um... looking a bit flushed. I thought you had a fever... or something..."

Ruffling his hair, Squall stood up from where he sat and moved to stand in front of the mirror. Huffing silently, Rinoa resigned herself to watching Squall once more. I guess that side of Squall only exists in my dreams... Recalling what had occurred earlier in Squall's office, Rinoa snickered. Or does it?

A low moan caught Rinoa's attention as she swung her head in its direction. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers. There Squall stood, in the exact same position, stretching, in the exact same languid manner. The expanse of pale skin was kissed by the dying golden rays of the evening sun. Black prints of leaves were painted upon the golden canvas presented. Recalling the fantasy that had been running through her mind a few seconds ago, she felt herself flush considerably.

Now loosening his towel, Squall slowly lowered it, revealing the exact same black boxer shorts, hugging him in the exact same places. Feeling herself on the verge of a nosebleed, Rinoa felt her left eye twitching. What?!

Slowly, Squall turned his head back to look at Rinoa. Taking deliberate steps, with an unreadable expression within his eyes, Squall moved towards Rinoa. She jumped slightly as Squall brushed past her, almost as if she had felt an electric current pass through her. Snatching something from his table, Squall now turned to stare at her, the unreadable expression still within his eyes. Taking in short breaths, Rinoa felt herself growing excited as she vaguely recalled the words spoken within her fantasy. Hyne... oh Hyne...

Now shifting onto the mattress that Rinoa sat upon, Squall stared at her intensely, having a seemingly hungry look within his eyes. She could feel the heat radiating off him and the scent of his shampoo along with something that was uniquely him. Sandalwood, rain and a hint of leather and gun oil... Leaning closer towards her, Squall kept his intense gaze and his face leaned closer.

And closer.

Shifting her arms nervously, Rinoa made a quick decision and motioned to place her arms on Squall's back and draw him onto her. However, before she could do so, Squall shifted out of her reach and handed her something white and soft.

"What?" Rinoa asked as she looked at the piece of tissue handed to her incredulously.

"You have a nosebleed."

Swiping the tissue over her nose, Rinoa found that it was true. Now pinching her nose with the tissue to stem the flow of blood, Rinoa sulkily watched Squall put on the rest of his clothes.

As he was done, he noticed Rinoa's dark expression. Raising an eyebrow in question and feeling uncharacteristically nervous, he stared apprehensively, "Rin... what's wrong?"

Standing up and tossing the soiled tissue into the bin, Rinoa muttered, "Nothing..." It's just that I have the sexiest boyfriend in all of Gaia and he keeps teasing me without realizing it... and it's all look but no touch.

Adopting a cheery voice, Rinoa spoke in a louder voice, "I'm just thinking about our date."
Nodding his head slightly, Squall drew Rinoa towards him with an arm and guided her out of the room.

Leaning into his half hug, Rinoa slung her arm around his waist in return, feeling her mood lighten up considerably at Squall's gesture.

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Alright... yet another chapter done. I had a whole lot of fun with this one... I'd like to thank Emerald-Latias for having read through this and giving me extremely constructive criticism. I really appreciate it. I would also like to thank Leontillybalambgirl for all her positivity. It really helps!

Well, that's about it. Please... review. It's really disappointing for me as an author when no one reviews... it gives me the impression that my story just isn't worth reading. So... yeah.