A/N:A friend of mine on livejournal wrote this pairing as an experiment and I ended up liking it. So, I dedicated this to her...edenbound, otherwise known here as brightspark.

Warning: Unusual pairing, PWP, het sexual content, not being beta-ed, and the fact that Squall is a USER! You have been warned.

Escape

He's back again. I can see in his eyes that he's troubled—over what, I'm unsure—and I can't stop the older sister instinct from taking control. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands and I sit up to comfort him, allowing the sheet to slip off my bare shoulders.

"Squall?" He lifts his head to look at me, his gaze lingering on the remainder of thin cloth clutched lightly in slender fingers.

He reaches out without saying a word, hand brushing my cheek, and I unwillingly lean into the touch. We shouldn't do this. I'm his "Sis"…and so much older than he is…but he's so warm and gentle that I don't hesitate when he pulls himself to the head of the bed and gently lowers his weight down on me, lips searching out mine and delicately crushing them together.

Our meetings are almost always silent—except an occasional groan or murmured word—and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer as he pushes the sheet completely away.

Our tongues boldly mesh and his hands roam over my pale skin frantically. I know it's only a matter of time now.

His body shifts, mouth never leaving mine, and I hear the sound of a zipper; it causes my breath to catch in my throat. Soon, he's deep inside me, filling me with such a liquid fire that I bite my lip to keep from crying out. I rise up to meet each one of his thrusts in perfect rhythm and I raise my hand to tangle my fingers in his hair, but he resists and gazes down at me instead; watching and waiting for me to silently climax.

He lives for the way my body stiffens around him then goes completely limp, glistening with sweat, and the way I clench my eyes closed to avoid screaming in ecstasy and pent-up frustration and giving up away to the entire Garden.

He loves that look on my face.

He's beside me, breathing heavily, and I can see despite the darkness that his eyes are closed and—for now—the troubled expression is gone.

"Sis…" he mumbles and, for some reason, the title pricks at my heart, but I say nothing.

He sits up and quickly dresses himself, combing back his hair the best he can. I watch him through burning eyes, and he briefly returns to place a kiss against my ear, murmuring a word of thanks.

Thanks?

And then he's gone.

I rub at my eyes, slipping out of bed and making my way toward the bathroom to shower. It always feels like this when he leaves…so empty and cold. I step into the steaming water, washing away any trace that he was ever here with me. I close my eyes and lean against the shower wall, allowing the water to hide my tears.

I know he will be back tomorrow.

End

A/N: Now, that wasn't so bad was it? I actually have become fond of this pairing. So sue me. XP