Author's note: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or its characters. This is set after the game.
Winter
Quistis did not like the cold. This seemed to surprise people. She wasn't sure why. Just because her personality could be considered cold at times didn't mean that she had an affinity for the temperature. But she wasn't cold right now. No, right now Quistis was curled up under several layers of blankets, including two down comforters, and snuggled up against a warm body. This was quite comfortable. Seifer was still asleep. They had been up late last night dealing the lamp in the lighthouse. They had been having some problems with the mechanics of the lamp because of the cold weather. It was fixed now, but it had been a long cold night.
Seifer shifted in his sleep, his arm that was draped over her waist pulling her closer to him. Not that Quistis minded in the least. She had found she like sleeping in someone's arms. It wasn't something she had expected. Quistis never liked appearing vulnerable to other people. Between Garden and her adopted family, she had learned to keep her feelings to herself and not to rely on anyone else. But Seifer didn't care if she had a moment of weakness or two. He didn't ever think less of her because she wasn't perfect or if she failed at something. It was okay with him if she was just herself.
With a content sigh, Quistis tucked her head beneath Seifer's chin and closed her eyes. She might as well go back to sleep. They didn't have to be up for another few hours.