Three Final Fantasy characters walk into a bar

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WHO: Squall, Seifer, Cloud, ??
WHAT: Trying out weapons
WHERE: Workshop outside the city
WHEN: Sep 3
WARNINGS: Fight! Potentially blood and injury

Holding a gunblade in his hand again, even if it's just blade without the gun, is exhilarating. Doesn't matter what else Squall doubts about his own future, he won't give this up anytime soon. Plus, it's great stress relief from the hellish invasion of memories just weeks ago.

There's a lot of things making this fun. One, he's never fought alongside Seifer before. Two, Cloud is... remarkably powerful, way beyond what his stature and figure would indicate. Three, the prototype gunblade is a great teaser to what Seifer is going to eventually make.

He falls back to stay out of range of Cloud's buster sword (how is he even wielding that so easily?), eyes flicking over to Seifer to see what he's doing. It's strange having to flip his thoughts from how to counter Seifer's attacks to how to complement it, but all those years of fighting each other is working in their favor now.

He runs in to swipe at an opening from the other side. He's precision and skill even without the trigger component. It's clear he's treating the sparring session like a real battle. Seifer's taught him that much.

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He wonders if she'd make fun of him if she knows how wound up he is despite the gentle and careful touches. But then she's biting her lower lip and he can still feel her thumping pulse as he plays his fingers across her hand. He wishes he knows how to put her at ease, but he doesn't so he brings his hand up to brush his thumb across her lower lip, marveling at how full it is. How did he never notice?

He pauses when her hands come up to explore his face in turn and he sighs softly, eyes sliding shut as he tilts his head into the slide over his ear. It's nice. He can't believe he grew up thinking sex and the desire for it were stupid.

His eyes fly open at her question, finding her face so close to him again. Why is she asking? Of course it's a yes.

"Yeah..." His throat feels dry but he's moving both hands down to her hips now, slipping under her shirt. Fingers splay against smooth skin, one over her stomach, the other sliding upward, hiking her shirt along with it. He wants... to see what's underneath but his eyes are drawn to her deep brown.

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It's... rather astounding how something that seems like simple touch can leave her nigh breathless. It's not really simple at all, though, and she knows she can't think of it like so. The very same touch with how careful he is with her threatens to have her melt right then and there. It makes her feel very delicate and soft, things Rinoa isn't sure she's experienced before. They certainly aren't words she'd want used to describe herself as, admittedly. (Not that there's anything wrong with being soft or delicate...)

This, the way they are, casual in pace and simply taking the time to appreciate one another... There probably isn't a better introduction than this. It's incredibly nerve-racking. There's no denying that, but it's also amazing and wonderful and some romanticised journey of discovery. Isn't that how love ought to be? It's no storybook, but somehow this feels like a pretty good replacement. Better than a storybook, really. Maybe she'll take up writing erotica in her spare time. Rinoa is undeniably curious how he perceives it, or if his all-too-calculating mind has him under control. Can he be anything but calculating? How does someone like that interpret love?

His permission is all the encouragement she needs. She leans in to claim his mouth once more for hers, but the very contact of his fingertips upon her causes her breath to suddenly catch. He's warm. She didn't expect that. It's nice. His gaze, ever so intent on hers, captures her then for more moments than she really wants them to. His eyes are so beautiful and she's thought it before. Several times, really. But when she feels like she has nothing else to hide behind, it's hard to be that vulnerable, even though she's been largely transparent with him. About most things, anyway. Shyly, her gaze dips just long enough to press a kiss to his bottom lip.

The shy curve of her mouth ensues and she can't help but laugh a little. Nervously. "Why are you staring at me so much?"

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The same watchful eyes do slide close once her lips press against his. His feelings are fit to burst. He wants so much and can't seem to get enough, yet he wants to savor it all the same. Of course he's staring again when he remembers he can open his eyes. And her question brings him into a confused blink.

Uh.

"I can't take my eyes off you."

That sounds right. He'll go with that.

"Can I..." He hesitates but his palm turns away from her stomach to lift her shirt more. He swallows. This seems like such an inappropriate question. "I mean..."

When is he ever tongue-tied. What the hell?

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"I can't take my eyes off you."

It almost doesn't sound like him at all. No, wait. It doesn't and that's what really catches her attention. It's not like him at all. To be fair, this happenstance, the one in the very present moment, is not like either of them. Maybe not uncharacteristic, but as two adolescent (teenage) individuals stumbling through this together, yes, that makes sense. All of it is relatively unfamiliar and foreign. Yes, they both probably know the technicalities of everything, but getting there...

One does not simply walk into Mordor carve a path into intimacy.

Undeniably caught up in his initial words, she's still mulling them over when he continues. Rinoa has no idea what he wants or where he's going with any of this. She doesn't have an endgame in sight, either. It's fine, whatever pace he wants to go at. Whatever he wants, in general. Her attention turns onto his hand, careful as it is. Hesitant as it is. Even if she doesn't really know what he's really looking for, she nods as if she does. Better that at least one of them seems sure.

Her touch begrudgingly parts from him and as fingertips travel the bottom seam of her shirt, she carefully lifts and draws it over her head. Still a little modest, however, she doesn't exactly put herself on display for him. Comfortably settled to where he's pressed her, she hides a portion of herself behind the bundle of black she holds between her hands.

"...Is this all right?" she asks him quietly, unable to help the striking pink that dips across her cheeks.

It's not like I can change it if it's not, so...

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Squall swallows and moves back a little to give her space. It's a wonder that this is happening at all. It's... more than he's seen even when they traveled and camped out together. The girls had their privacy after all. His eyes are roving before he realizes it, following the curve of her waist and up to the bra strap (has he even seen a woman in a proper bra before?) Then up her shoulder and--

He blinks out of the daze when she speaks. And he finally notices the bashfulness. The way she's hugging her shirt to herself. That's right. He shouldn't be ignoring her feelings at a time like this.

He nods quickly.

"Yeah." Even though his voice still sounds off, like the adolescent he never really tried to be. "Wait." Soon he's pulling his own shirt over his head. This he puts aside on the bed and he stays where he is, close and still hemming her in with his presence, but giving her more distance than he did before he led them her. (How did they get here?)

It feels awkward to just be siting half naked. While he's not ashamed of his body (the scars are another matter) and doesn't go out of the way to inconvenience himself to hide it, he's not keen on baring skin in public. Too much trouble. But here he finds he doesn't mind too much. He's as muscled as they come while still keeping a mostly slender form. A grown man by all accounts, and a warrior too. The scars marking fights won and lost. There's a hint of light and barely visible litchenberg figures spread out from where his arm meets shoulder down his right arm.

He lets out a breath and gives her a small awkward smile.

"Now you're not alone."

AND THEN I MADE YOU WAIT FOREVER. (I apologise.)

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He's... so intent.

Rinoa does not suspect that he's really ever travelled down this pathway before. It is possible that the Garden has taught their SeeDs something about biology. She'd be surprised if they didn't, actually. She imagines they are quite likely in the same boat. They each know just enough to be dangerous. As such, it's not quite so surprising that he eyes her the way he does—curious, and inquisitive, in his own Squall, calculating fashion.

His voice finds her ears and at first she has no idea what he means. But when he follows in suit, she tries not to stare overly much. Truth is, Squall's a handsome man. She'd never been kidding the first time she told him that the night at the inauguration soiree. It's a little different to see him when he doesn't have much to hide behind, however. And the difference being that she still has stuff to bury herself under. Sort of. So after some consideration, she still holds her shirt, though she lowers it in favour of letting him look as he might.

If she's going to gander, then there's no reason he can't.

Her gaze falls over the structure of his frame, something she can't say she's thought too much about. Perhaps fleeting thoughts here and there, but nothing she's seriously lost sleep over or anything of that sort. He's a little more muscular than she's expected. Well-built. Stable. Secure. Becoming. It's not hard for her to imagine what it might be like to brush fingertips over the subtle ripples of his torso. Over meadows of skin and hills of taut muscle.

She almost at once begins blushing all over again.

"Oh... You didn't have to do that," she manages to reply, though issues something of a bashful smile. "Thanks, though. You don't think this is awkward? I mean, I guess it actually is, but." What is she even trying to say? She finally moves from where she's been rooted and she decides to sit beside him and as if she attempts to feign nonchalance, she rests a bare shoulder against his.

Maybe a little skin contact is in order.