Maybe someday..., she thought out of proportion. She smiled, as she looked down at him. To her surprise, Irvine's eyes slowly found way to her window, as he noticed her staring down at him with a pleasant smile on her face. Quistis' eyes quickly widened, as she startled to pull away, but no use. Irvine gave her his trademark smile, as he waved up at her. She returned it, as she slowly moved away from the window. When there was a sudden tapping. Quistis slowly headed for the door, then pulling it open.
"Seifer?" she questioned, surprised. He gave her a sideways smile, as he freely invited himself in. "You know how late it is?"
He turned back to look at her, as he sat down on a chair beside the window, "To the point..."
Quistis rolled her eyes, "That's my point." With that she shutted the door, as she walked over to the bed, sitting down, staring back at him. Seifer sat, comfortably, as a smirk fell into place. His cold blue eyes, studying her features. Quistis paused, as she crossed her arms, staring back at him the way he did her.
"...You're so fucken fine," he whispered, his voice harsh. Quistis let out a laugh, but stayed neutral. It was quite normal for Seifer Almasy to say those things, whenever he was drunk. But oddly, she was perhaps the only woman who wasn't afraid of him, whenever he was. Quistis slowly stood up, walking towards the door. Pressing her hand against the knob.
"Seifer," she began, "Do you plan on sitting there, all night?" Seifer smirked, as he slowly stood up, walking over towards her. When suddenly, he plopped down on the mattress, with that same overly confident look of his. He squinted his eyes, as he leaned his arms back against the bed.
"Of course not," he replied, shrilly. Quistis sighed, as she shook her head. For once, she actually wanted to feel his presence. If only for seconds, she hadn't mind. But it was over between the two, and she wasn't about to let anything start over again.
She quickly made her way passed him, heading towards the bathroom. But she slowly turned back to look at him, as he leaned back on the bed, one arm rested beneath his head, as he turned on the TV Quistis sighed, as she slowly closed the door behind her.
"Finally done," Seifer mumbled, his head resting on the back headboard, as he stared at her from across the room. Quistis walked over to her dresser, picking up her brush and running it through her wet hair.
"I thought you'd be out, by now," she uttered, as she placed it back down. She paused, when she suddenly felt him standing behind her. Quistis slowly turned around, only to stare into gorgeous blue eyes. She hesitated, as she watched him. Seifer's hands slowly found way to her back, as he quickly picked her up, holding her in his arms, then sitting her down on the bed.
"Seifer," Quistis uttered, pulling away from his touch, as he leaned over her, "Stop...it's not like before..."
He stared down at her, his eyes fixed, "Well, then let's make it like before." With that, he quickly leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Quistis' hands laid at her sides, for she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. Seifer groaned slightly, as it was muffled by her lips. He quickly struggled to pull off his coat, then throwing it to the floor, carelessly. Quistis aggressively pushed Seifer away, as she sat up.
"Seifer, get out," she demanded, calmly. He let out a laugh, as he reached down, picking up his coat.
With a smirk, he added, "It's not hard, Quistis. If I really wanted you now, I could do it....just like that." Seifer smiled, slyly, as he threw the coat over one shoulder, then headed out the door.