Here We Are Again
Chapter 1:
Dominance (noun) – control or command wielded over others.
Morning light cascaded across the room. Seifer opened his eyes and glanced around his Class A SeeD dormitory. He had a living area, a sleeping area, a kitchenette, and his own private bathroom. It was actually pretty glamorous for a military issued suite.
He sat up and heard a sigh beside him as the world came into a sharper focus. Quistis Trepe was fighting against consciousness. Her blonde hair was soft against his bare chest. He thought that her pale skin looked lovely against the warm tan color of his linens.
He smiled, and leaned over her. He pressed his lips lightly against her own. As she began to stir, he deepened the kiss. She kept her eyes closed, but opened her mouth willingly in response. He ran his hand through her hair and held it at the nape of her neck.
He pulled back and smiled at her as she opened her eyes to the day.
She hid in the blankets. The room was chilly, but the bed was cozy.
"Good morning," she whispered.
Seifer ran his warm hand up her sheet covered waist. "Morning." His voice was still rough from sleep.
She sat up and looked at his clock. 7:08AM
She glanced around his disheveled room. "Here we are again." Her shirt was on the back of his sofa. His trademark trench coat lay in an unceremonious heap by the door. Boots and heels were scattered across the living area.
He followed her gaze. "Yep. Again." He gave her a devious smirk as he looked at the mess that they had made.
She held the sheet close to her body as she searched around the floor for her panties. "I have to go." She sighed.
"Right." Seifer rolled his eyes. He stood up, letting the blankets fall from him. Quistis watched him as he walked to the bathroom and shut the door. His skin was golden from the sun. His physique was rippled and toned. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow torso. His legs were strong and well-developed. And his butt was…. It was nice. She ripped her eyes away from the closed door.
It had happened again. For the past two weeks she had woken up in his dorm room, gathered her clothes, and left as fast as she possibly could. He would later come to her classroom and start up some kind of small talk. She would interrupt him when they were alone and say that it couldn't happen again. It shouldn't.
He would agree whole heartedly, but it always ended the same way. Either he would come by her room with some excuse for her to come with him ("I need help reviewing for my class", "You left your contact solution at my place.", "I just bought some expensive wine in Balamb today"), or she would lay in her room staring at the ceiling before calling up his phone to see if it was okay if she came by.
But she always ended up waking up to his dormitory the next day. And she always ended up hating herself for her lack of will.
It was like she didn't have control over her own body anymore.
She heard the water turn off in the bathroom. She quickly grabbed her clothes and began putting them on as fast as humanly possible. She put her arms through the straps of her bra and reached behind her to fastened it. Then she slid her underwear up her hips.
The door opened. She looked around for her pants. She was sure she was wearing pants before she got here last night.
Hands slid down her waist and rest against her hips. Too late.
Seifer ground his bare pelvis against her well rounded butt, and whispered gruffly into her ear, "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?"
She felt a familiar fire ignite between her legs as he walked his finger tips down the fronts of her thighs. "Seifer. I have to teach a class at 8. I still need to go back to my room and shower and change clothes." She rattled off her reasons as she pleaded with him. She knew that if he continued touching her that way, there would be no resisting him.
She knew that, and so did he. He let his fingertips ghost across her skin and come up under her eagerly awaiting breasts.
"And I probably need to eat sometime today." She whimpered as he continued his ministrations. She leaned back into him.
He turned her around so that they were facing and grinned at her before sinking to his knees and placing hot openmouthed kisses across the top most parts of her thighs. "Okay." He whispered against her skin, never breaking eye contact.
She tried to find some kind of intelligent thought to respond with. "…okay?" She questioned.
He rose back to his feet and reached into his piled up comforter to retrieve her jeans. "Yeah. It seems like you have a busy morning ahead of you."
She looked at him, flabbergasted as her body twisted and turned on the inside begging to be touched. Her mouth hung open as she stared ravenously at him. Her eyes trailed from his broad bronzed shoulders to his fully-erect member then back up to his stupid face.
His smirk betrayed him. He damn well knew what he was doing.
Ugh. She was so infuriated with him.
He would work her up and then act like whatever they had going on didn't even affect him. Like he could just walk away at any time.
She snatched her jeans out of his outstretched hand. "I'm leaving." She said coldly as she pulled them on.
He smiled at her antics. "Don't get mad."
"I'm not." She spat.
He stilled her shaking hands that were fumbling to get her jeans buttoned. She met his steady gaze, feeling so frazzled and worked up and so mad at him.
She would not be coming back. She wouldn't even open her door later tonight when he inevitably showed up. She would be strong and resist this dark pull that he seemed to have on her.
And then he crashed his lips into hers. Just like that her resolve crumbled. She responded without any resistance. He worked all of her clothing back off of her body as they fell back into his bed.
Seifer hitched her leg up on his waist and entered her skillfully. She covered her mouth with her hand as she was once again thrown into sweet, sweet ecstasy.
He always knew just what she wanted. Just what she needed. He was consuming her. Every moan that she breathed into his kisses seemed to urge him to push harder, to bring her closer, and to melt away any coherent thought that she could possibly have about this moment.
This moment was just for them. Whatever issues they seemed to have getting along and being civil were lost when they were together in this way. Their bodies knew what to do, how to respond, and how to make it feel better and better each time.
Quistis was arching into him, and he could tell that she was close. Her gasps were getting to be more and more airy with each thrust. He slowed his pace and smirked. Her eyes snapped open. Their icy depths glaring as she was denied and teased away from her climax. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his rhythm was tortuously slow.
"You're a sadistic bastard." She rasped. Seifer nodded, his smirk never leaving his face, his intense eyes never leaving hers.
He pulled slowly out and then began his villainous track back, using his strength to press deeper into her than before. She gasped loudly as her pleasures began to recharge from these new depths. He watched every emotion play across her lovely face. Her skin was pink, and she was biting her lip. Her hair was fanned out all around her, her breasts were rubbing against his chest, and her hips were pushing against him, begging for more. He pulled slowly back out. She groaned loudly as the cruel process began again. He loved playing with her, teasing her into insanity before he would blow her mind with another soul-rattling orgasm.
"Please", she breathed in earnest, meeting his emerald eyes.
A genuine smile grazed his features as he leaned in and kissed her fully. He stopped his lower ministrations completely as she melted into his kiss. They were still connected. Unfulfilled, but connected.
Her skin was hot, and her patience was thin. But his kisses were apologetic and passionate.
She ran her fingertips through his short, military cropped hair. It was mussed from the night before. He continued kissing her with a gentleness that many probably didn't think he was capable of.
Suddenly, just as she was growing lazily euphoric from their languid pace, he sat up and hoisted her long legs higher around his waist. He smirked, grabbed her hips for more power, and thrust robustly into her.
The new angle combined with the power behind it was her undoing. Within seconds she met her end, breathing out his name and touching any part of him that she could reach.
Her body quivered all around him, pulling him with her into oblivion.
The earth was still. Autumn leaves stopped falling, holding their unnatural positions midair above the awaiting ground. Waves ceased their continuous attacks on the shore.
Seifer held himself above her as his breathing steadied. He smiled and kissed her hot skin. Quistis hummed a small sound in reply. He rolled off of her, and they both sighed as they were disconnected.
And then the world continued to spin.
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Author's Note – There needs to be more Quistis and Seifer fanfiction. Everyone who reads this should go write 1 more Q/S fanfiction so that we can big up this ship a little bit more :D I guess that's a little hopeful. I'm not intending for this to be a one-shot. Hopefully I'll post another chapter soon. Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated, especially ones that speculate on where the plot should be headed. I enjoy those. I'll read over this again in a couple of days to correct any errors. Normally it's hard to find them when you have just written it.