Disclaimer: I do not own Squaresoft, Final Fantasy VIII or the characters in this fic. I do not make a profit from writing this, and the events did not truly occur.
Warning: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature. Any minors should turn back right about now.
Behind Closed Doors
The sun was setting behind Balamb Garden, shooting fiery colours across the horizon. Snow had started to fall around midday, and was settling all across the island.
At 4pm, the sun was almost set, due to the winter season. The air was mildly cold, and many cadets and SeeD's alike had left Garden to enjoy the rarity that snow bought upon them.
Quistis Trepe sat at desk in her usual attire, minus the hair clip. For once; she had decided to let her hair down, and relish in the feel of it tickling her neck. She took a sip of her vanilla spruced hot chocolate, grading her students' theory exams.
~~~ Zell Dincht, Pre-Practical SeeD Theory Exam ~~~
Q1. What are the possible status effects caused by a Marlboro?
A1. All of them. - Correct.
Q2. What should you junction to your status attack to assist you, should you encounter a T-Rexaur?
A2. Sleep. - Correct.
Once Zell's grading had been completed, with 100%, Quistis set on the next one. Luckily there was only one more left. She groaned inwardly at the name on the paper.
~~~ Seifer Almasy, Pre-Practical SeeD Theory Exam ~~~
Q1. What are the possible status effects caused by a Marlboro?
A1. one throbbing hard on. - You wish. Incorrect.
Q2. What should you junction to your status attack to assist you, should you encounter a T-Rexaur?
A2. condom. - Hyne Seifer, grow up. Incorrect.
She finished with a smirk, grading 10% onto Seifer's paper. That'll teach him to mess about in my class, she thought to herself.
"Well, at least he managed to answer one question right!" She chuckled to herself, not noticing the young blonde cadet stood in the doorway of her classroom.
"Who's that then Instructor? Not me I hope!" Quistis almost choked on the mouthful of hot chocolate upon hearing Zell's voice filter into the room. The martial artist walked to her desk grinning widely and laughing slightly.
"Sorry Quisty, I didn't mean to scare you." He placed a hand lightly on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.
"So?" He inquired with a cheeky tone to his voice.
"So what?" Quistis hadn't meant to forget the earlier question. She composed herself waiting for Zell's response.
"Who managed to answer one question right then?" He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to contain his energy.
"Only Seifer. Honest to Hyne, if that boy doesn't start paying attention and getting the grades, he can kiss goodbye to becom-" She slapped a hand over her mouth; realising she had just told another student confidential information.
Zell had started laughing again, then stopped when he saw the wide-eyed look of shock that overcame his instructor's features.
"C'mon Quisty, I won't say anything. Don't worry." He gave her a genuine smile, which creased the lines of his facial tattoo slightly.
"Thanks Zell," Quistis smiled back at her student. "What are you here for anyway? I thought you were going back to your Ma's for Hynemas?"
The classes at garden were all finished for the holidays as of 3pm, and most cadets had already started their journey back home.
"Trying to get rid of me already are you!?" He replied in his Zell-like tone that made it sound so unserious, along with the fact that he was giggling slightly at his question.
"Of course not. Although I'm surprised you haven't asked me to come with you. I know what your mother is like; the more company the better in her opinion." Zell straightened up at his instructor's statement.
"Actually Quis," he began uncertainly. "I came to ask you something, and it's not about Hynemas either." He looked at her sheepishly and stopped bouncing on his feet.
"Oh, what is it Zell?" She looked at her student, and noticed the unusual nervousness about him.
"Well, I.." He hopped from one foot to the next. "I was wondering..." Quistis looked at him, baffled by his lack of energy.
"I..I was w-wondering... if-you'd-like-to-go-on-a-date-with-me-tonight?" Zell spat the words out so fast, Quistis wasn't quite sure she had heard him right.
"Did you just ask me out on a date Zell?" Quistis felt her hopes rise and the corners of her mouth upturned slightly.
She had never been asked on a real date before. Sure, the Trepies had asked her countless times, but she knew they weren't sustained proposals.
Zell was looking at his feet and just nodded his head slowly. "Yes." He whispered.
Quistis stood up from her chair and pulled Zell into a hug, a smile beaming on her face as it rested on his shoulder. "I'd love to Zell."
She pulled back and looked at him. "What time, and what's the dress code?"
"8pm, and evening wear." Trust her to ask the dress code, Zell thought to himself whilst stifling a giggle.
He turned to walk away and reached the door before looking back. "You will be wined and dined Quisty. Meet me outside my dorm at 8."
He walked out into the corridor and whispered "And don't be late," whilst sighing to himself.
Quistis looked at the door Zell had left out of and beamed again. She couldn't believe it. She, Quistis Trepe, has been asked on a date! By Zell Dincht!
She filed away the papers she had been marking and walked out of her classroom, effectively gliding across the smooth floor of the corridor.
She waltzed into the lift and was about to press for the first floor, when she heard her name. "Instructor Trepe?" She held the door to the lift as none other than Seifer Almasy stepped in with a smirk on his face.
"Can I help you Seifer?" Her voice had returned to the monotone it usually held during class.
"Oh, no. I just wanted you to hold the lift." He stood there looking down at her like he was a predator of some sorts.
A pretty damn fine predator if you ask me, Quistis thought to herself. Although she was professional in class, she couldn't help but feel an attraction to the number one asshole in Garden.
If he put his mind to things, he could be smart. He was strong, muscular, absolutely gorgeous, and she sure wouldn't mind him being the dominant one if she were in his bed.
Like that's ever going to happen Quisty. Get real, he's the biggest jerk on the whole island. And besides, you have a date tonight with Zell. You can't be thinking about Seifer throwing you down on his bed and making you beg for him to...
Ding!
She was cut off mid-thought by the elevator opening its doors to the first floor. She watched Seifer walk out and head towards the training centre as she left herself.
She followed in his direction, just to look at his ass. As he walked into the training centre, she carried on wandering towards the dormitories.
All the way there, her thoughts kept returning to Seifer. She knew she could be dominant if she wanted to, especially with her whip. I bet he'd like that, the kinky bastard!
But with Seifer, she wouldn't want to be dominant. She would want him to take full control of her, and not give in to her demands.
Quistis was so far into her thoughts that she didn't notice the black blob she had just bumped into and sent flying into the fountain. Oops.
She looked down into the water and couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Squall Leonhart, Balamb's anti-social lion, drenched from head to toe.
She put her hand out to help him up, which he reluctantly took. "Sorry Squall, I didn't see you there."
He stepped over the rail and looked at her like she was out of her mind. "I'm not really hard to miss, Instructor."
"Ah well, I was just caught up in my thoughts. Oh, I am sorry. Do you want me to help you back to your room?" In her head, she was laughing hard, but she had to keep her poker face in front of Squall.
"I'm fine, I can do it myself." He replied. "Ok then, if you're sure?" Quistis was on the verge of breaking down with laughter.
"Whatever." She watched the not-too-proud lion stalk off to his room. Once he was out of sight, she fell to her knees and let out shrieks of laughter.
A few students that were still here for the holidays directed strange looks at her. She promptly stood up and continued with her journey.