JL Sigman (jlsigman) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-17 05:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: jlsigman, f: final fantasy viii, p: quistis/rinoa, september 17 |
Final Fantasy VII, Quistis/Rinoa: the edge of nails drawn across skin
Author: jlsigman
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Game spoilers. AU. Angst. f/f kissing and some minor fondling
Word count: 1,156
Summary: Sometimes, it takes extreme measures to get someone back
Prompt: September 17th, #12 - Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Rinoa: the edge of nails drawn across skin - "it's too much, but don't stop"
A/N: Takes place during the end, while Squall is wandering across time.
Rinoa woke up slowly, sore from head to toe. They had defeated Ultimecia, in all her horrible forms, and then things had gotten… weird. She groaned and carefully put a hand to her forehead, not quite ready to open her eyes. She heard someone stirring nearby. “Squall?”
The movement stopped. “N-No...” Rinoa’s eyes flew open an instant later, but Seifer was already walking out the door, and she couldn’t think of what to say to him that would make him hurt less. She had chosen, as he had, and they would both have to live with it.
She blinked and focused her eyes elsewhere. She was in a small bed, partially surrounded by curtains the green color you only found in hospitals. Before she could get too alarmed about this, a heavy-set woman walked in. “Seifer told me you finally woke up,” Dr. Kadowaki said. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Rinoa admitted. She still didn’t feel like trying to sit up yet. “Is everyone OK?”
There was little encouraging about the doctor’s grim look. “Everyone who made it back is fine, now that you’re awake and coherent.”
“Everyone…” Rinoa felt her heart fluttering in her chest, and she had to swallow several times to open her throat back up. “Who didn’t make it back?” she whispered.
There was a moment’s pause, and Rinoa felt herself recoiling from an impending blow.
“They haven’t found Squall yet.”
The world reeled around her, and Rinoa simply closed her eyes and prayed she could start the day over.
“She’s still not talking?” Zell asked, sliding his eyes towards the Ragnarok infirmary.
Quistis shook her head. It had been two weeks since Rinoa woke up to hear Squall was missing, and in that time she’d been silently mourning him. Nothing seemed to get through to the dark-eyed woman.
Zell sighed and rubbed at his eyes. He’d led Irvine and Selphie on a two day trek around the Centran ruins looking for any sign of their missing comrade, but all they’d run across was an endless supply of Tonberry’s. “Damnit,” he muttered. He remembered the last time he had seen the two of them alone. “And he promised her he’d be there…”
Quistis narrowed her eyes. “Where?” she asked warningly.
“Oh, uh,” Zell spluttered, wondering why she was getting mad at him. “Uh, the Orphanage, right before we went to Esthar the last time…” he trailed off, uncertain.
“You chocobo-headed…” Quistis started, before cutting herself off. “Why didn’t you mention this before?”
Zell’s mouth silently moved up and down a couple of times, and Quistis made an irritated noise before running towards the cockpit. “Prepare for take-off,” she barked over the intercom, flipping switches to warm up the engines.
Quistis led Rinoa by the hand to a quickly cleaned-out room in the Orphanage’s ruins. The other woman followed like an automon, not seeing or sensing anything. She had sat like a puppet with its strings cut on the beach when Quistis had led her there. Now it was dusk, and the older woman was exhausted and irritable.
Zell leapt to his feet when they walked in, still trying to make up for not mentioning this place before. His shoulders slumped slightly when he noticed the complete lack of change on Rinoa’s part, and then drew protectively together when he noticed the look on Quistis’s face. He turned back to fiddle with the portable stove/heater.
“Thank you, Zell, that’s all we’ll need,” Quistis said tiredly, leading Rinoa to the camp bed.
“Uh, you want me to – Are you sure you two should be alone?” he asked, waving a hand at the world beyond the walls. “I could stay just in case – “
“Just in case what, Zell,” Quistis snapped, her voice flaying him like one of her whips.
He flinched, resisting the urge to strike back. It wouldn’t do either of them – no, any of them, he corrected himself – any good right now. He simply glared at her, muttering, “Good night,” when she sighed and dropped her eyes. Then he left the two of them alone and trekked back to the airship.
Quistis sat with her eyes closed for a moment, trying to find her strength. The smell of cooking meat made her open them again, and she flushed with guilt. She’d have to apologize to Zell, he was trying so hard and she wasn’t helping a bit. She never could…
She mentally shook herself and pulled the skewered meat off of the stove. It was a little, no, a lot tasteless, but at least it was chewable. She quickly finished her share and turned to the other woman. She put the pieces on a napkin and put them in Rinoa’s lap and waited. After several minutes, it was obvious that she was going to have to bed fed, somehow. Quistis shredded a piece with her hands and then looked at Rinoa. “Will you open your mouth, at least?” she asked, a little sharper than she intended.
Another moment past, then Quistis sighed again. She sat next to Rinoa on the camp bed and pushed some of the food to her lips. There was some small movement in her jaw, and Quistis quickly pushed her finger all the way into her mouth. Rinoa’s tongue was warm and wet, and moved all around the intruder. Quistis blushed furiously and removed her finger, embarrassed by the reaction.
Rinoa chewed slowly, and then swallowed, as Quistis shredded the next piece. Rinoa’s lips parted and she gently took in both meat and finger again, and Quistis desperately tried to ignore the feel of her warm mouth. “Rinoa,” she whispered.
Rinoa’s hand came up and touched Quistis’s cheek. Her dark eyes weren’t quite focused on her, but on something just past her, or maybe something deep inside of her. Startled, Quistis took her finger out again, and the look faded and the touch was withdrawn. A soft moan escaped the older woman’s lips as she realized what was causing the response, and her own reaction to it. Carefully cupping Rinoa’s chin in her palm, she tilted the darker head towards her own and softly kissed her.
The reaction was slow in starting, and Quistis was about to give up when teeth parted and the tip of a tongue touched hers. Electric shocks jolted her spine and made something twist and flop in her chest. Emboldened, Quistis rubbed her hands up and down Rinoa’s arms, not sure where else it would be safe to touch her without explicit consent. Her hands curled of their own volition, and dragged her nails across the thin skin near her breasts.
Rinoa gasped.
Quistis gasped and pulled back, shame flooding her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have – “
“It’s too much,” Rinoa choked out in a voice made ragged by disuse and something else that made Quistis’s spine weak. “But don’t stop…” She wrapped thin arms around Quistis’s neck and pulled her close.