Good Morning

I told you I had lemony fresh ideas. Anyway.
Same rules apply: this is lemon, so if you don’t like it, don’t read it. There
is no yaoi or yuri.
If you don’t like it, don’t read it. If I know you personally, style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>PLEASE DON’T READ IT OR IF YOU DO READ IT
DON’T TELL ME YOU READ IT. Seriously. Anyway, now
that my warnings are over, we can get on with the show.

Couple: Squall-Yuffie, or Squffie

Time: After KH is sealed, Squall is twenty-six, class=SpellE>Yuffums is seventeen.

Place: Hollow Bastion.

Oh, and a disclaimer, too. I don’t own ‘em. I just
borrowed ‘em for a little while. Even though you know they’ve done it some time over the course of the game.

<<~*~>>

Yuffie stretched, yawned and rolled towards the window.
The mid-morning sun peeked through her curtains, leaving a line of light in the
floor, and up onto the bed where she lay covered by blankets and no more. The
man next to her stirred slightly and quieted at the sudden loss of body heat
from her sleeping on his chest. She smiled gently, running her fingers gently
through his hair as he slept. She knew it was late enough to have missed
breakfast, but then again… they hadn’t fallen asleep until well after two in
the morning. They’d had a busy night and doubtless Aerith and Cloud had as well.

For the
last two and a half weeks, Cloud and Squall had gone on a training mission into
the mountains where there was a fighting stadium, similar to the Olympus
Coliseum, where a man raised and bred various forms of heartless monsters that
had been genetically modified to be more placid, and not be out for hearts and
blood, but rather just for a good fight. She’d missed him terribly and barely
gave him time to have something to eat when he got back to the Hollow Bastion
fortress before she tackled him and nearly tore his favorite leather jacket
trying to get it off of him.

Chuckling
at the memory, she snuggled back against him, turning her back away from the
offending sunlight. She didn’t want to get up… not yet. Just
wanted to stay here in Squalls’ arms for a little longer. He turned
towards her, his forehead pressed against the crook of her neck and his nose in
the hollow of her throat. She leaned down gently and kissed the top of his
head, lips lingering in his flyaway brown hair.

With a deep
sigh, he lifted his head and looked into her sleepy eyes. He blinked to try to
clear his vision. “You’re awake?”

Not wanting
to ruin the moment with sarcasm and wit, she merely nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

class=GramE>“For how long?”

“Two
mes. es. Not long at all.”

“Good. I
don’t like it when you wake up before me,” he admitted, gently taking one of
her hands in his.

“No?” She
asked, with a sleepy-sweet look on her face. “Why not?”

“I like it
when I wake up first. That way I can look at you without your mouth running.”
He laughed when she swatted him and struggled to free her hand. When she
failed, he flipped her over onto her back, towering over her, the blankets
making a tent around their bodies.

Yuffie was
giggling now, unable to keep a straight face. Both of her hands were pinned
above her head, her wrists in one of Squalls hands while the other traced
around her face and neck, her collarbone, sliding between her breasts and down
her stomach, making her squirm to try to get away. This time he released her
hands.

“We can’t
start this now,” she said, pushing herself up on one hip with her arm
supporting her upper body. When he faked a sulky look, she hooked her free hand
over his shoulder and pulled him to her for a kiss. It started sweet and
innocent but when Squalls’ hands began to wander, she backed away. “I said not
now. I need to take a shower. We were at it all night last night and into this
morning—I’d’ve thought you’d be totally worn down by
now!”

“Me? Wear
down?” He asked jokingly. “Never.” He held her down
long enough to give her one last kiss before he let her up.

“Are you
finished?” She asked, standing up and not even bothering with putting ankeanket
around her—the room was warm and she didn’t care if he saw her wandering around
the room naked.

“I’ll need
a shower, too, you know, once you’re done,” he told her as he watched her
gather up the clothes that they had tossed about the room last night and put
them into the basket in the closet. When that was finished, she picked out some
clothes for that day.

“I know—and
no, you may not come with me,” she
said. “If you come with me, one thing will just lead to another and we do need
to get moving. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

She headed
for the bathroom and closed the door without letting it close all the way, in
case Squall needed something. She turned on the shower and stood in the warm
spray for a minute, letting it relax her. She hadn’t known until she had gotten
up to walk around exactly how much
she had done the night before. Her legs hurt, her pelvis felt bruised, and she
was pretty sure her neck and chest were covered with hickeys.

She began
to wash up before she fell asleep standing up—seven hours of sleep did style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>not balance out four hours of mad sex.
She laughed a little to herself. She hadn’t though he’d be able to keep up for
that long, but he had… and then some. But it would probably catch up with them
in the middle of the day.

She shook
her head like a dog to get the last of the shampoo out of it. When she looked
out of the opaque shower curtain, she could see that the door was opening
slowly and she vaguely made out a pair of deep blue eyes.

“Squall,
what’re you doing?” She asked, pushing the curtain slightly to the side so that
she could look out. She was a little surprised to find him standing in front of
the door stark naked.

“Just
getting my toothbrush,” he said quickly, grabbing it from the cup by the sink qui quickly leaving the bathroom, leaving the door only half-closed on his way
out.

“Squall,
you didn’t close the—oh, never mind,” she murmured,
going back to her shower. About three minutes later, she heard the door open
again, Squall coming into the bathroom for a towel—this time he was dressed.

“class=GramE>What’s that look for?” He asked her, using the same scowl
that he used to use whenever she annoyed him in w:st="on">Traverse Town.

“What
look?”

“class=GramE>That lookstyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>!” He said. “You look like you’re going
to attack me or something. And not in a good way!”

“Squall,
get your towel and get the hell out of here.”

“As you
wish,” he murmured, winking at her as he grabbed the towel and waved it at her
like a Medieval lady might wave her handkerchief at a
knight.

She sighed
as he left and she finished up her shower. When she was done, she reached a
hand out of the tub for wel,wel, and someone handed one to her. She sighed as
she brought the towel behind the curtain with her to dry off.

“What did
you come in here fois tis time?” She asked, not opening the curtain.

class=GramE>“Rubbing alcohol. I stepped on one of your class=SpellE>shurikens,” hid.

“You did?”
She asked. “Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve—wait a second,” she poked her head out
again. “You didn’t step on a shuriken, they’re all put away!” She snapped. “And
you didn’t even need the rest of that stuff, did you?” She asked. “You coulda
waited ten minutes for me to get dressed and be out he bhe bathroom!”

class=GramE>“Yea, so?” He asked, smirking. She frowned.

“But you… I
told you… that’s not what…” she sighed heavily. There was no winning this
battle. She wanted this and he knew she wanted this and there wasn’t a way in
the world she’d be able to say no to him if he advanced on her now, only he was
too much of a gentleman to do it. She sighed and tore open the curtain,
revealing herself to him. “Get in here.”

He licked
lipslips, too busy staring at her deliciously naked body to realize what she’d
said.

class=GramE>“Squall!”

“Huh?”

She gently
beckoned with one hand, backing up against the tiled wall to make room for him
in front of her. “Come on, then.”

He didn’t
even register that he had to take his clothes off before he leaped into the
shower after her, pinning her against the wall and standing in the wet puddles
that hadn’t gone down the drain.

“You’re—gonna
end up—putting me in—the hospital wing,” he panted between kisses. He stopped
briefly so that he could lean back and take a look at her. “Aw, hell, you’re
worth it.”

Hard kisses
crashed down on her lips, one after another, and she felt her ability to stand
on her own dwindle. He seemed to know that, and lifted her up so that her legs
could wrap around his waist and he could hold her up against the wall. As he
moved slightly, the feel of the course fabric of his jeans against her
sensitive flesh made her whimper slightly. When he stopped moving, she wriggled
against him to keep the feeling.

He laughed
against her lips, moving his mouth down to her neck, kissing her hard. His
tongue traced her collarbone and into the hollow of her throat, and his hands
traveled up her back as she purred her delight. Supporting her with one arm and
leaning back to keep the balance, he slipped his hand
between them and slipped two fingers inside of her. She gasped, then crashed
her lips down on his, bucking her hips against his hand to urge him to go on.

With his
hands busy, Squall moved his head down further, running the tip of his tongue
between her breasts very lightly, making her toss her head back. He latched
onto her breast, using tongue and teeth to elicit shrill sounds from her. He
sped up his fingers, feeling her grow wetter around them. She was on the edge
and he knew it, and at the last second, stopped everything. Yuffie slipped from
his arms and managed to regain her footing on the slick floor of the bathtub.

“What—did
you do that for?” She asked, panting and still wavering on the edge.<>

class=GramE>“Because I’m cruel. I’m horrible,” he said, taking a small
step away from her. She was now leaning on the back wall of the shower,
opposite him. Her chest was heaving and her face was flushed, her hair falling
around her eyes as she looked around it to get a good look at him, and she
looked like a crazed animal in heat.

To him,
she’d never looked better.

“Get back
over here or I’ll finish this myself,” she threatened. Briefly his eyes
widened. “Yea, I’m not kidding, either.” To prove her point, she lowered one
hand slowly down her stomach, but in a flash, he’d grabbed her hands and lifted
them to the ledge behind her head.

“Don’t
move,” he said.

She tilted
her head to one side like a shy little girl, moving her head forward to nibble
on his lower lip. “How come? Afraid I’ll be spent
before you? That won’t happen. I’m a ninja. I’m famous for my stamina.” Again
she lowered one hand slowly down her chest, down the centre of her stomach, and
buried in the thick black curls between her legs.

“Nope,” he
said simply, lifting her hands again and putting them behind her head. “Just
wait a second, okay?” Tantalizingly slow, he slipped his clothes off; first his
shirt, and his jeans, and tossed them from the tHe wHe was standing in front of
her in his boxers and she was whimpering. She wanted him—now.

“Don’t make
me wait, Squall. Don’t…” she whispered as he got closer. “Please don’t make me
wait.” The pitiful tone she used was similar to the one she used the first time
they’d slept together—it had been in Traverse over a year ago. She knew he
could never resist that voice.

Squall then
sank to his knees in front of her, holding her legs as far open as he could in
the narrow tub, sliding his tongue up into her wet folds. She gasped, biting
her lip to keep from making too much noise. His tongue didn’t miss a spot, licking
her almost dry. Every so often his tongue would graze her clit, making her
groan his name in pleasure. If he kept this up any longer, though, she was
pretty sure that he’d have to peel her off the ceiling from the force of the
orgasm that was building up inside of her.

“Oh, God,”
she murmured. She still hadn’t moved her hands from the ledge above her and was
now holding onto it for dear life. “Squall… I’m… unh!” She kept as quiet as she
could as her orgasm ripped right through her, causing her muscles to clench
around his tongue. She slid to the floor of the tub while her breathing became
regular again.

“Good
girl,” he said, coming up to kiss her gently, letting her recover before he
took the last of his clothes off. She smiled, kissing him a second time as he
tried to pull back.

“If I’m
being a good little ninja then a good little ninja should get her reward, don’t
you think?” She asked in a mischievous sort of voice, pushing him up and
backwards, crawling over him very slowly. Apparently she didn’t need as long as
he’d thought she would. She stopped half way up his body to take the elastic of
his boxers in her teeth, pulling it back a few inches and then letting it snap
back into plaHe cHe cried out and sat up, glaring at her.

“What was
that all about?” He growled.

“I’ve been
a good little ninja all right, but you’ve been such a naughty boy that someone
needs to teach you a lesson.” She licked her bottom lip, and continuing her
move up his body until they were face-to-face and level, and his painfully
swollen member pressed between her legs, still trapped in his shorts.

“You minx,”
he growled, try and failing to flip her over. He’d never done well in small
spaces like this once he was down. Instead, he settled for kissing her roughly
and trying to slide his last article of clothing off… a difficult feat for
someone laying down in a bathtub.

She left
his mouth, kissing down his neck and biting down on his collarbone until he
tried to shake her off. Then she kissed and licked and nipped all the way down
his chest and stomach, stopping briefly to teasingly run her tongue along his
skin above the elastic of his boxers. Then she took it in her teeth and dragged
shorshorts down and off of him, tossing the wet article of clothing out of the
tub. She licked her lips again, eyes fixed on his rock-hard erection. She
teasingly ran her tongue over the head, png dng deep in her throat as she did
so.

“You minx,”
he repeated.

class=GramE>“Who, me?” She asked innocently. Then she winked at him,owlyowly and seductively crawling back up his body. “You bet I am.”

Unable to
wait much longer, Squall leaned forward, grabbing her by the backs of her
thighs and dragging her up his body until she was positioned right over his
member, the tip pressed teasingly close against her nether lips. Instead of
immediately lowering herself, Yuffie hovered over him for a moment or two,
rocking gently back and forth until she heard his breathing get completely
erratic.

Finally,
she slipped down his shaft until he was buried to the hilt. She rose and
slammed back down again, a little awkward for being on top. After a few minutes
she was used to it, and had gotten a steady rhythm. Every time her hips thrust
down, he pressed up, going deeper and deeper.

The feeling
inside of her grew as her orgasm mounted but she tried to hold it off as long
as possibNot Not yet… she wanted to last a little while longer, although Squall
appeared to be struggling with his own orgasm just as much as she was. When she
wasn’t suspecting it, he quickly reached around and pulled her down, trusting
as hard as he could, pushing her over the edge as she yelled his name and
arched her back against him. Dimly, she heard him cry out her name before she
collapsed on top of him, catching her breath. He sat up and pulled out of her,
carefully moving so that he could lift her up and carry her in his arms.

Yuffie
moaned and cuddled closer to him, noticing the considerable amount of fog on
the bathroom mirror. She giggled softly.

Squall
picked up a towel and wrapped her in it to keep her warm before walking out of
the bathroom and settling her on the bed. He closed the curtains completely,
making the room pleasantly darker. That done, he climbed into bed with her,
pulling her ast hst his chest.

“Shouldn’t
we be getting moving by now?” She asked, yawning.

“If they
don’t miss us now, they won’t miss us in an hour or so,” he murmured against
her hair, kissing the top of her head. “Though you may need
to take another shower.”

“I was
clean for five minutes. That’s good enough,” she said softly. She suppressed a
fit of giggles as he traced circles on her stomach with his hand. “Stop that, class=SpellE>Squallie,” she whispered. Then she was asleep, breathing
evenly.