Author's note: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or its characters. This is set after the game.


Fall

The wind battered at the lighthouse, and the thunder rumbled while Quistis buried her face in Seifer's shoulder. He stroked her hair gently. A year ago he never would have believed that Quistis Trepe was terrified by thunderstorms. Late fall storms were common here, but at least it gave him an excuse to cuddle with his girlfriend. When he had first invited her to come live with him, Seifer hadn't been sure how it would work out. And he would admit that they spent a lot of time bickering. It was more teasing than anything else though. Quistis had settled in quite well here, and Seifer was happy.

He could hear the waves outside, pounding against the lighthouse. There was a wildness about nights like this that he loved. These fall storms were common, and he had always enjoyed them. Though he had to admit he enjoyed them more now that he wasn't on his own. Seifer had never expected to be the type of guy who actually liked snuggling on the couch. But there was something about the fact that Quistis was willing to show him that she was terrified and let him comfort her that made it special. She didn't share herself with many people.

A particularly loud clap of thunder made her jump and try to burrow further into his embrace. Seifer kissed her forehead with a smile. Inviting her to join him had been a good idea. It had been good for both of them. Even if it was just so that Quisty had some one to hold her during thunderstorms.