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I'll give you all I've got
Yeah, you know that it's true
I've been saving all my summers for you
"Are these Balamb’s peaches?" Rinoa inquires while pointing at the drooping tree nearby Balamb Town as they exit on foot, prompting Quistis to turn her head to catch sight of the tree. Grinning, she captures her love's delicate hand, and they progress towards it. Reaching the loosely shaded tree, the blonde reaches upwards to grab one peach to bring down.
Rinoa's chocolate eyes widen. From a distance, they appear similar in size to the peaches Galbadia grows, but reality hit when it consumed the expanse of her girlfriend’s hand. The fruit was pale white peach with soft blotches of soft pink decorating it. Quistis utilizes her water bottle as a means of cleansing it cautiously and meticulously; it appears fragile as she notices the nimble fingers leaving indents in the skin. Before Rinoa could process anything further, the dripping fruit is thrust into her direction, droplets of water splattering on her warm skin.
“Here.” Blinking, the brunette looks up at her pink strapless bikini-clad girlfriend, curiously.
“Wait, what about you?” Tilting her head curiously as she positions her hands behind her back. The blonde gave such a cute chuckle, her teeth beaming in the sunlight, almost blinding her with her radiance. Hyne above, she was stunning.
“On Balamb, it’s a romantic tradition,” Rinoa observes the flushed features on her face as the woman continues, “When you love someone and you want it to last, you both share the white peaches our island grows.”
The passionate sentiment this holds causes the shorter woman to not think twice, as she leans forward and takes a bite out of the peach. Succulent juices dribble down her chin at the surprise of the first bite, but it tastes divine. Leaning back up, she chews and notices Quistis taking a bite in the same location she bit from, showing off her skill at not making a mess.
Smirking Rinoa sways towards her efficient lover, “Show off.” She teases.
Quistis quips coyly, “You always make a mess. One of us has to be prepared to clean you up.”
Before she could take another bite, Rinoa snatches the fruit and takes a deliberately agonizing bite that causes the juices to drench down her chin, trailing down her neck and some dripping from her chin. Well, if Quistis wanted a mess to clean, there was one soaking for her attention.
“Rin…” The older woman warns as she takes in Rinoa’s tongue taking her sweet time to lick her lips in such a tantalizing manner.
“I heard you were the best at what you do~ I’m suddenly in need of your cleaning services,” Sucking on one of her manicured nails before she playfully adds, “Oops.”
First times happen for everything, so if Rinoa wanted a little servicing underneath the Balamb Peach Tree, who would see them, right?
I've been saving all my summers for you
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