This is probably sillier than you were looking for, but this is what the muses gave me. XD
Rinoa came back from the bathroom to find that Squall had spread out over most of the bed, leaving a narrow strip that she might be able to twist into if she tried hard enough, but that was bound to leave her with a crick in her back at best.
She eyed her sleeping knight, and decided that the armchair was the better part of valor. His clothes were piled more-or-less neatly in it, but she felt no qualms about shoving them onto the floor. “Serves him right for stealing the bed,” she muttered.
His gunblade across the footstool was the next obstacle, and it would require a bit more finesse – dropping it on the floor would doubtless make enough noise to wake him, and while she was disgruntled about his catlike tendency to claim more space than seemed physically possible, he was still incredibly adorable asleep.
She grabbed the handle as she’d seen Squall do a thousand times, and discovered that it was much heavier than she’d anticipated. Straining as hard as she could, she managed to lift it a few inches off the footstool, but she had no control and didn’t think she could get it to the floor without dropping it. “Float,” she whispered. The weight disappeared, and she was able to maneuver it with ease. Of course, now it was floating at hip height, and when the spell wore off, it would go crashing to the ground. That wouldn’t do at all. Rinoa looked around the room, frowning. The dresser was about the right height, so she towed his gunblade across the room, coaxed it up a few more inches until it was bumping softly on the wooden top, and canceled the status effect. The weapon slumped to the dresser with nothing more than a click.
“What are you doing?” Squall was blinking at her. Awake, he’d somehow retracted his limbs far enough that there was room for her at his side again.
“Nothing.” She climbed into bed next to him. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, rubbed a hand across his face. “Did you want to learn how to use it?”
“Use what?”
“My gunblade. You can touch it; it’s okay.”
“Oh! Um. Sure, yeah, that would be…great.”
“We’ll get you one of your own, though. I think mine would be a little long for you.”
She smirked and kissed him. “I think yours is exactly the right length for me, Squall.”
FFVIII, Rinoa/Squall: Gunblade
Rinoa came back from the bathroom to find that Squall had spread out over most of the bed, leaving a narrow strip that she might be able to twist into if she tried hard enough, but that was bound to leave her with a crick in her back at best.
She eyed her sleeping knight, and decided that the armchair was the better part of valor. His clothes were piled more-or-less neatly in it, but she felt no qualms about shoving them onto the floor. “Serves him right for stealing the bed,” she muttered.
His gunblade across the footstool was the next obstacle, and it would require a bit more finesse – dropping it on the floor would doubtless make enough noise to wake him, and while she was disgruntled about his catlike tendency to claim more space than seemed physically possible, he was still incredibly adorable asleep.
She grabbed the handle as she’d seen Squall do a thousand times, and discovered that it was much heavier than she’d anticipated. Straining as hard as she could, she managed to lift it a few inches off the footstool, but she had no control and didn’t think she could get it to the floor without dropping it. “Float,” she whispered. The weight disappeared, and she was able to maneuver it with ease. Of course, now it was floating at hip height, and when the spell wore off, it would go crashing to the ground. That wouldn’t do at all. Rinoa looked around the room, frowning. The dresser was about the right height, so she towed his gunblade across the room, coaxed it up a few more inches until it was bumping softly on the wooden top, and canceled the status effect. The weapon slumped to the dresser with nothing more than a click.
“What are you doing?” Squall was blinking at her. Awake, he’d somehow retracted his limbs far enough that there was room for her at his side again.
“Nothing.” She climbed into bed next to him. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, rubbed a hand across his face. “Did you want to learn how to use it?”
“Use what?”
“My gunblade. You can touch it; it’s okay.”
“Oh! Um. Sure, yeah, that would be…great.”
“We’ll get you one of your own, though. I think mine would be a little long for you.”
She smirked and kissed him. “I think yours is exactly the right length for me, Squall.”