Seifer sat in Quistis's room, on the couch, staring at a pad of paper and chewing on the end of a pen. He glanced at all the paperwork sitting on her coffee table and rubbed his forehead, not quite in the mood to fill all that boring crap out just yet. Instead, his thoughts had wandered for the umpteenth time that day so he picked up one of her notebooks instead and started to write arbitrary locations down.

The classroom. Obviously. He'd wanted that since fucking forever ago.

Training center

Elevator

SeeD amphibious assault ship

Seifer grinned, scribbled down a few more ideas, and looked around.

Hm. Already covered her room. Several times. No need to put that on the list.

He glanced around again.

Aha. Of course.

As he started to write some more, four little beeps could be heard outside as the code was entered to unlock the door. Quistis stepped through the portal as soon as the door slid open and grinned to see Seifer sitting on the couch.

"Hey."

"Hey. How'd your meeting go?"

Quistis shrugged. "Like all meetings do. Monotonous, went over time, deviated off topic, but required. It's going to be really weird teaching in the classroom again…like nothing ever happened."

Seifer ran a hand through his hair, nodding. "Yeah."

"What are you up to?"

"Pssh. Bored. I'm supposed to fill out this enrollment shit but there's like twenty pages of it. I don't feel like it right now."

Quistis sighed and placed a stack of books on the kitchenette bar. "You should get that done sooner rather than later. You need to be put back into the system. Especially since you're now a top SeeD and - "

"Yeah, I know, Quis. I just…I was focused on something else. It'll get done."

She crossed her arms and cocked her head towards the paperwork. "And…once that's submitted to Cid, your SeeD salary will kick in."

He looked up at her and then at the paper stack. "…Oh. Huh. Good point. I'll work on it tonight, then. I need to get some weapon upgrades."

She walked through the sitting room and into her room. Seifer heard her boots land on the ground with two soft thumps. "What are you working on, anyway?" she called out.

He glanced at the pad of paper. "Ahh…well…something to just pass the time."

She came back out of her room barefoot and raised an eyebrow at him. "Something to pass the time?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You pass the time with your gunblade in your hand, or harassing the junior classmen. Not with a pen and paper."

"Ouch. What a heartless instructor."

She grinned at him. "You know what I mean."

He shrugged and wrote something else down on the paper. Quistis walked around to him. "So? What is it?"

He looked up at her, an impish grin flashing across his face. "A list."

"A list?"

"Yep."

"For what?"

"Here. Take a look." He ripped the piece of paper off the binding and handed it to her. She took it, wary of his expression, and glanced down at the list, reading it out loud.

"Classroom, training center, elevator, SeeD amphibious assault ship, outbound Balamb train, the couch…I don't get it. What is this?"

Seifer's grin widened. "Guess."

"Uh…" Qusits read it again. "Is it like a curriculum list? Places you'd like to train?"

"What? No! Hyne, you're a nerd. Why does your brain always default to curriculum? How in the fuck would I train for battle in an elevator?"

"I…just…it was a wild guess!"

"Guess again."

Quistis sighed. "Things that need revamping. Upgrades."

"No."

She looked at it again. "Modes of transportation…locations…Seifer, I don't know. Places that you'd like to revisit?"

"Mmmm…getting warmer."

"Things that remind you of…before the war?" Quistis suggested weakly, tentative to bring up the painful past. "You were on the SeeD assault ship to Dollet for your last exam. Oh! Things that remind you of how you came to be a SeeD?"

Seifer groaned. "Are you kidding me? The couch, Trepe? Stop trying to be a SeeD for one minute and take a closer look."

She glared at him. "Forgive me, but we're sort of hardwired for it. It's a little hard to just turn off the SeeD switch, so to speak."

Seifer crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "All the more reason we need to check these off."

"We?"

"Yep."

"So the list has to do with me, then?"

"Oh, it's got everything to do with you."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the piece of paper a third time. There was a long pause. Realization slowly dawned on her face and she started to shake her head. "Oh, God."

"Ohhh yeah."

"No, Seifer."

"Did you figure it out?"

Quistis's voice lowered a bit, as if someone could hear her. Her cheeks had turned a shade of pink. "Are these…places you want to…?"

"That's some damn good deductive reasoning for a Rank A SeeD, Trepe."

His sarcasm earned him a hard glare. "Really, Seifer? The training center?"

"Fuck yeah, that's been on my to-do list for years."

"The assault amphibian?!"

"Not gonna lie. Nothing about that stupid field exam was a turn-on, but seeing you gun down that Galbadian X-ATM092 was so fucking hot."

"My classroom?"

"My very first priority. Today, if possible."

Quistis was shaking her head. "No way, Seifer. We have to retain some modicum of professionalism around here if we're the top SeeDs at Garden. I've just been reinstated as an instructor – I can't just waltz right on into my classroom and just drop my panties for you anytime I want to!"

Seifer exaggerated the most disappointed look he could muster. "That is the saddest goddamn thing I've ever heard you say."

"You shouldn't be surprised."

"It's not going to stop me one bit."

"Seifer, take this seriously. You're going to be the Galbadian Commander, for Hyne's sake!"

"Ooh!" Seifer leaned forward and snatched the list out of Quistis's hand, quickly writing something down. "Gal…bad…ian…Garden. Hell yes. Maybe they'll give me an office. Even better."

Quistis rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

He looked up at her, giving her a mischievous grin. "Should I put Caraway's mansion on here?"

"Ugh! No!"

"Seriously, Quistis. Think of the possibilities here."

"Whatever happened to spontaneity and spur-of-the-moment romance?" she challenged. "I don't want to walk into every situation with you expecting sex to be the outcome."

"Funny. I do."

"Well, you can conjure an erection anytime, I'm sure."

"You should take that as a compliment, Quis."

"It takes a little more work for females, believe it or not. I can't be turned on if I'm constantly thinking about my schedule, or if I'm busy in the classroom, or if I'm afraid I'll get caught, or Hyne forbid if I think someone is watching - "

"That's why I want you to give this a try with me," he dangled the list in front of her with two fingers. "Learn to loosen up a bit, instructor. Live a little."

"How is this so easy for you?"

"What do you mean?"

"We could get in serious trouble. You act like you've got nothing to lose."

His expression darkened. There was a pause before he responded. "I don't care about SeeD status. I don't care about being the Galbadian Commander. I don't care about decorum or professionalism or political correctness. The people in charge can get fucked. I put my neck on the line – several times – and the only thing I want in return is time. Time to spend how I want, when I want, with the only person I love."

Quistis swallowed and looked down, feeling both shame and a swell of pleasure from his words. There was a long stretch of silence as she fumbled for something to say, while Seifer glared at his list again and set it on the coffee table.

"It was just a list of random ideas," he finally said in a low voice. "I can throw it away."

Quistis let out a sigh and bent over to pick it up. "No, don't. I'm sorry I said that to you. I didn't mean to trash your ideas. You're right. I need to stop thinking about the rules so much. I think we both deserve a little fun together. Let's keep it."

He glanced up at her.

She looked at the list, bit her lip, and gave him a playful smile. "Am I allowed to add my own ideas to it?"

He blinked, then smiled back. "By all means."

She took the pen from him, scribbled something down, trying to keep it away from Seifer's prying eyes for now, then knelt down and secured it to the front of her mini-fridge with a little moomba magnet. "There. We have some goals to set, then."

Seifer chuckled. "Hm. Goals. You would say that. Just don't put deadlines on them."

"I'm surprised you haven't, already."

"Okay. Classroom. Today. Go."

Quistis stood up and smiled. "No, not today. I've got something else in mind."

He looked up at her. "You do?"

Quistis slowly strode over to him and lifted a leg over his, lowering into his lap, straddling him on the couch. She was still wearing her SeeD skirt, and the movement made it ride up her thighs – but not far enough. Try as he might, Seifer couldn't tell what she had on underneath. She deliberately rocked forward and settled into him, running her hands through his hair, and bent forward to kiss him.

He drew her in automatically, the light kiss getting deeper, his wandering hands creeping up her thighs, then along her back, then to cup her jaw, and then to her hair –

"You're done for the day, right?" he breathed into her lips.

Quistis sat back and unbuttoned her SeeD jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it to the side. She had a lacy black tank top on underneath. "Yeah?"

Seifer gripped her hair clip and slid it out, tossing it onto the coffee table, and ran his hands through her hair, which had cascaded down her shoulders. She leaned forward to kiss him again and moved her hips in a little thrust, making Seifer choke out a groan. The kiss deepened even further and their tongues collided, searching and playing, and she nipped his bottom lip. He dipped his head and kissed her chest, arching her back, tugging on the straps of the tank top, yanking the fabric down until he could find more bare skin, but was blocked by a lacy black bra.

"I don't think I've seen this one yet," he grunted in satisfaction.

"Don't take it off, then," she breathed. "It was expensive, and I want you to appreciate it."

"Oh, trust me. I appreciate it."

Quistis stood up, pulled her tank top over her head, and with one foot, shoved the coffee table back so there was more room. She took his hand and wordlessly pulled him up, and he obliged quickly, staring down at her. She loosened his belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and slid a hand past the waistband of his boxer briefs to grab him tightly, moving back and forth with a few gentle tugs. With a deep groan, he moved to unzip her skirt, but she put a hand to his chest.

"Not yet."

She slid his boxer briefs down and let go, letting them drop to his ankles.

"Sit back down."

Seifer obeyed with a small grin, liking it when she got bossy this way. Instead of removing her skirt and sitting in his lap again like he thought she would, Quitis knelt down between his legs, moving his knees apart.

Dumbstruck, he watched as she moved her hands up his thighs, up his stomach, leaned forward, and – oh, holy mother of Hyne – before he could react, her mouth was upon him, taking his fullness in, deeper, deeper, and then her tongue swirled around and –

He clenched his teeth and sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the cushions of the couch tightly, eliciting a moan. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back, his breaths growing quicker and more ragged. He dared to look up again to see her long blonde locks spread around his thighs and stomach and her head bobbed slowly, steadily –

"Quistis."

Fuck, he loved this woman. And it was clear to him, that if someone like her was willing to do something like this to someone like him, then she loved him back.

Hyne, she was good. Did she do her homework? Did she look up how to –

The combination of her tongue, and something she did with her hand near the base of his shaft, and then her nails running gently along the inside of his thigh, and then her lips coming up to play with the tip, and then her tongue, then going down again, deep down, again and again and again –

"Oh…Hyne…Quistis…"

She responded by going faster.

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. His back arched and he clutched the couch cushion with one hand, and ran his other hand through her hair. He let out a choked, groaning sigh as he came, his eyes closed tightly, the couch swallowing him up, Quistis swallowing him up, enveloping him in sheer wet velvety bliss, and he twitched with pleasure, goosebumps spreading across his entire body, a shiver running down his spine all the way to his toes.

Quisits finished with kisses to the inside of his thighs, then his stomach, then up his chest, then his earlobe, but before he could turn to her and groggily return the kiss, she moved away.

He finally released a labored breath through his lips, dropped his head back, and moaned again, trying to get his bearings, feeling limp and incredibly drowsy.

She rose with a strange, naughty smile on her face.

He looked her up and down, in awe and in an orgasm-drunk stupor, a human puddle stuck to the couch.

"I guess we can add a checkmark to the couch," Quistis put a hand on her hip, cocking her head towards the list.

Seifer swallowed. His voice was thick. "Mmm. You know, I drafted that with every intention of pleasuring you. I did not see that coming."

"How do you know that this wasn't on my list?" Quistis asked him. "There are things I've been wanting to do to you, too."

Seifer blinked.

God, I love this couch.