Squall replaced his spacesuit on the shelf, relieved to be in the shelter of the ship he and Rinoa had found derelict in space.  Closing the shelf hatch, Squall turned to face Rinoa, and found her tilting from side to side, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

 Rinoa opened her slender arms wide, smiling wickedly.

 "What?" asked Squall, frowning in confusion.

 "We were stuck in those spacesuits outside when we tried this the first time," smirked Rinoa, leaning forward.  "Let's hug properly right here!"

 "A..hug?" replied Squall.

 "A nice, big hug!" giggled Rinoa, her arms still open and beckoning.

 Squall smiled hesitantly, checking the pommel of his gunblade, blushing with embarrassment.  He approached Rinoa, who waited patiently for him, urging him on with her bright eyes.  The young man carefully placed his arms around Rinoa's small waist, held her against him.  Rinoa grasped Squall fiercely, rested her left cheek against his firm chest.  Squall placed his own cheek atop Rinoa's head, smelled the sweet fragrance of her dark hair.  Rinoa and Squall held onto each other for a time, neither wanting to break free, the universe entirely composed of the enfolding embrace of the other.

 The deck beneath Rinoa and Squall shivered.  Squall rested his chin on Rinoa's head, listening, barely detecting the sound of something large moving in the compartment below.

 "What's that?" whispered Rinoa, still clinging to Squall's waist.

 "I don't know, let's find out."
*****
 

 The Green Propagator roared, filling the compartment with its awful cry of bloodlust.  The huge monster charged Squall, long, sinuous arms outstretched, its three legs slithering over the metal deck.  Rinoa hurled her Blaster Edge at the towering creature, the spinning disk slicing into the thing's left side, black blood spewing from the ugly wound.  The Propagator slapped Rinoa with its left claw, knocking her back through the air to slam into a bulkhead.  Rinoa fell in a heap, groaning in pain.  Squall snarled at the monster, closing his eyes to summon Ifrit.  The fire elemental exploded out of thin air, matching the Propagator's roar with one of his own, full of fury and power.  Ifrit threw a massive fireball at the Propagator, engulfing the creature in ravenous flame.  The Propagator howled in agony, slapping at its burning body as Squall dove at it, slicing up into the monster's belly with his gunblade.  The Propagator shivered as the gunblade tore into its stomach, releasing a coil of gleaming purple intestines that steamed as they flopped onto the deck with a wet splash.  The monster died with a pathetic whine when Rinoa cast Thundaga at it, the space around it crackling with lightning as dozens of lances rained down, searing green flesh until it bubbled and flowed like water.  Nothing remained of the Propagator but its outstretched skeleton and a mass of sizzling black meat.

 Squall rushed to Rinoa's side, checking her with his eyes to make sure she was alright.

 "We can use the elevator now," said Rinoa, pointing at the now empty lift.

 Squall nodded, walking to the elevator and examining its controls.  Rinoa stood beside Squall while the lift hummed up into the ship's cockpit, a spacious cabin with chairs along both bulkheads, the piloting stations facing a sloping window that gave a wide view of open space.

 Squall sat down in one of the piloting chairs, intimidated by the huge array of controls and displays.  Rinoa stood near the lift, hands clasped tightly together in apprehension.  She looked out the large cockpit window, out into the void where a blood-red stream flowed from the moon's surface down towards the planet.  Millions, hundreds of millions of monsters traveled in the stream, descending upon her helpless world.  The red light of the stream bathed Rinoa's horrified face, her lips trembled with heart-freezing fear.  She could feel the monsters' excitement and hunger, somehow she was with them, diving towards the planet, eager to slay its weak inhabitants.

 "This is Esthar Flight Control!  Ragnarok!  We're receiving you!  Where have you been all this time?" piped an excited voice from the cockpit's comm unit.

 "This is Squall Leonhart!  Rinoa and I boarded this ship a short time ago!  I don't know how to operate it!"

 "Relax!  We'll talk you through it!  We'll establish a remote link then guide you in ourselves, just enjoy the ride home!"

 The cockpit lights dimmed as maneuvering thrusters fired.  Rinoa stumbled, she leaned against a bulkhead while the ship's engines activated, propelling the vessel towards the glowing planet below.

 Squall rose up from his chair, pushing towards Rinoa with his legs.  Rinoa levitated off the deck, surprise turning to wonder.  She tried to glide towards Squall, but instead began spinning out of control through the air.  Squall caught Rinoa, easing her into his arms, holding her against him.  Rinoa clung to Squall's neck as he floated back to the pilot's cushioned chair, landing without a tremor.

 "You better get strapped into the co-pilot's chair," advised Squall, releasing Rinoa.

 "I want to stay here, just a little longer," whispered Rinoa, sitting on Squall's lap, thin arms resting on his shoulders.

 "Squall, this is Esthar Control.  Rinoa is to be transferred to us when you land."

 "Why?" demanded Squall, an unexplained tightness closing around his chest.

 "She's been identified as a sorceress.  She could become possessed like Edea.  Since Edea somehow lost her powers to Rinoa, we have to contain Rinoa, she could become a threat to the whole world, Squall."

 "I'll give myself up when we land," said Rinoa softly, resting her face against Squall's chest.

 "Acknowledged," replied the Esthar flight officer before he broke the comm link.

 "You're.."

 "I'm a sorceress," admitted Rinoa, holding Squall tightly.

 "How?"

 "I don't know, it happened sometime before I was possessed to free Adel," replied Rinoa, closing her eyes to hold back her tears.  "Do you still..like me?"

 "Of course," smiled Squall, hugging the shivering young woman.  "Always."

 "Don't let go, I want to remember this moment, I don't want it to end," murmured Rinoa, nuzzling Squall's throat, filling her nose with his scent.

 Squall pressed his face into Rinoa's rich hair, stroked her back with his gentle hands.  Rinoa looked up into Squall's eyes, tears welling within hers, tears for the world, tears for her love that could never be.

 "Make love to me, please," begged Rinoa, her full lips quivering.

 Squall pushed up from the pilot's chair, sliding out of his leather jacket.  The two lovers removed their clothes, floating in the middle of the cockpit.  Rinoa glided to Squall, hovering above his legs as she leaned forward to take his penis into her mouth.  Squall groaned while Rinoa sucked deeply on his pole, her tongue caressing the underside of his shaft, her lips warm against his stiffening meat.  Squall ran his hands through Rinoa's silky tresses as she took his cock into her throat, the tip tickling her esophagus, her lips pressed around the base of his member.  Rinoa's head bobbed up and down as she devoured Squall's meat, her delicate fingers massaging his balls.  The naked girl slipped her mouth across the length of Squall's shaft, leaving drool to glisten upon its surface.  Squall's cock head engorged, it ached to explode inside Rinoa's sensual mouth while she sucked on it, her tongue flicking the pre-cum that emerged from the head's tip.

 Squall grasped Rinoa's hands and floated down to her crotch.  Grasping Rinoa's shapely hips, Squall buried his mouth in Rinoa's pussy, sucking hungrily on her trembling clit.  Moaning with wanton pleasure, Rinoa curled over Squall's head, her thighs pressed over her lover's cheeks as he probed her cunt with his tongue, dipping into her vagina, stroking its slick, pink walls lovingly.  Squall slid his hands over the backs of Rinoa's bare thighs, then squeezed her small buttocks while he drank the honey that poured from her pussy.  Droplets of Rinoa's cum hung in the air as Squall pressed his tongue up and down the girl's tender slit, making her shiver in ecstasy.

 Rinoa and Squall clung to each other as they shifted position again, Rinoa sitting atop Squall
while they hung like clouds in a blue summer sky.  Rinoa held Squall in place beneath her with her legs, grinning as she let Squall's cock slip up into her cunt.  Rinoa closed her eyes, moaning softly when Squall grasped her waist and started thrusting up into her moist pussy.  The force of Squall's thrusts began a slow, gentle spin, the lovers turning end over end, their naked bodies entwined and gleaming in the starlight.  Rinoa pressed her warm breasts upon Squall's chest, wrapped her graceful arms around her lover's neck.  She held tightly to Squall, her buttocks pumping as he rammed himself inside her, his cock growing within her vagina, stroking the shuddering flesh of her sex.  Squall licked the side of Rinoa's neck, nibbled on her creamy left shoulder, one of his hands squeezing and caressing one of her firm buttocks.  Rinoa and Squall crashed against each other faster, Rinoa's pants growing louder and louder, her nipples poking Squall's sweating skin.  Squall entwined his arms around Rinoa's slender waist, grunting harshly with each stab into the girl's tightening cunt.  Rinoa clung to Squall's neck, gasping over his throat, her pussy throbbing with approaching orgasm.  Rinoa moaned weakly when Squall climaxed inside her, his semen roaring through her vagina into her young womb.  Rinoa's smooth, white legs tightened over Squall's hips when she orgasmed, her pussy sucking relentlessly on the young man's shaft.

 The lovers' spin ended when they touched the far bulkhead near the lift.  Squall pushed off into open air again, holding Rinoa close, relishing the warmth of her flushed body.  Rinoa caressed Squall's face, his ring gleaming on the chain that Rinoa wore around her slender neck.  The lovers kissed, a long, passionate embrace equal to the power of Ragnarok's engines as the sleek spaceship began its final approach towards home.

The End.