Disclaimer: All the FFVIII characters and thingies belong to Squaresoft. I, the humble kamaitachi, am merely borrowing. So, don't sue me please...
Notes/Warnings/What are you to find in this fic:
· This fic is going to be a Quistis/Seifer fic. So, if you cannot tolerate Queifers... well, don't read it. Just leave...
· There are LIME and LEMON in some of the fic's chapters, not all (just watch the rating when I post it to know). If you think you can handle that, go ahead. (I'll try to make a separate chapter for the LEMON)
· Some little POVs (perhaps).
· You might find slight unsuitable language. But very rare, I think.
· This fic is NOT A MUSHY fanfic. It's NOT WAFFy. (At least I don't think so, don't hope so.)
· I'm still new at writing. So, please forgive me if this fic does not give you any satisfaction.
Things Happen
Chapter 3
It was full moon. And the stars...? Simply beautiful. The night-lights from Balamb Garden also decorated the whole scenery. The air was a little bit chilly, but the alcohol had kept them pretty warm. The guards of Balamb Garden were standing on their places. However, Seifer, with Quistis on his back, managed to sneak inside as well as made it to the dorms. No one would ever have a clue they had broken the curfew. He walked past each doors to get to her room first.
"Hey, Seifer," she started again after the short while of silence.
"What?" he wasn't in the mood for another conversation. Her breath tickled his neck as she spoke. It felt... kind of... weird... but that wasn't the right word to describe it; he didn't know how to say it.
"You've been very tense while carrying me on your back..."
"So?"
"I wonder why is that...?" she whispered slyly into his ear. It was obviously her open thighs. He knew it. She knew it.
"Shut up, Quistis! You're drunk and I don't like the way you've been talking."
"I am not drunk. You are."
"No. You are. I'm only half-drunk. You're completely drunk." He could feel more of her warm breath as she chuckled. "And stop that!"
But Quistis had no idea. "What? Stop what?" she asked, as well as letting another breath escaping her lips, caressing his neck.
"Stop brea--- Never mind!" How was he supposed to explain that he was being sensitive to her every move right now?
"Oh...," she finally got a clue. "You mean, this..." She blew to his neck, just below his ear.
"I'm warning you, Quistis!"
She chuckled and challenged him. "What are you gonna do anyway?"
He didn't answer...
Silence only fell again for another 3 or 4 seconds, and then her arms hugged him even tighter. "Seifer, you're warm. I like it."
He couldn't do anything but tensing up a little more. He could feel her warmth as well as she felt his. Alcohol sure did have a lot of effect on even the smallest thing in mind. He would just have to concentrate on ignoring the closeness there was between Quistis and him, the way she had been that night, and on looking forward to jump on the bed—his own bed—alone of course! The word 'bed' had brought some other thoughts to him. But it was cut by Quistis.
"Uh, aren't we passing your room right now?" She pointed to the door beside them that they were passing.
He stopped his pace. "Actually, I'm going to take you to your room first."
"Oh," was her answer. "Put me down, Seifer..." she commanded, but did the effort herself. "I'll walk there by myself."
"Are you sure?" Seifer turned a bit to face her. He didn't think so.
"Yeah, sure. I can---" *Oof!!!* She had tripped over Seifer's foot while she was trying to walk. She was going to bring him down with her. He tried to catch her, but he already lost his balance along with her.
And so, she fell on top of him. It was a rough fall and her knee landed on his...
"OWWW!!! Quistis, get off me!!!"
As soon as she realized that, she sat abruptly and got off him. "Oh! I'm so, so, so sorry! ...MMPH... BWAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Oh my God, Seifer. First, you caught me on my breast, then got hold of my butt... and now... I accidentally knocked you on your... other weapon... HAHA...! What a pay off..." She was laughing hard.
Seifer on the other hand, was trying to get up, apart from the pain... "It's not funny! It hurts!"
"WAHAHAHAA... I don't think it's funny either..." but she kept laughing.
"Stop laughing, Quistis! You're gonna wake everybody up."
"He he... okay.." she was trying to stop.
Seifer didn't know what to do with the drunk girl. Quistis seemed to have become someone else when she was drunk. Or maybe she DID become someone else when she was drunk? He rubbed his temple, and lent her a hand. "Here, lemme help you get up... I guess I'll have to take you to your room..." He didn't realize that he had been quite a gentleman for the night. She was still sitting on the floor, trying to get a hold of herself.
Quistis took his hand and tried to get up. But as she was about to stand, her heals slipped, and she lost her balance again. And since she didn't let go of Seifer's hand, and he wasn't ready for the pull her hand gave his... again, she fell bringing him down with her. This time, he was the one who fell on top.
Another rough fall... Seifer soon noticed that his body had covered hers completely. His head was on the crook of her neck, and so was hers. There wasn't any movement at all from the both of them for a while, until Seifer reckoned that the position didn't feel right for him, so he lifted his head first, trying to get off her...
But his head stopped after coming face to face with her. A pair of sparkling blue eyes caught his. Her reflective eyes showed out something... a form of emotion? Well… it was something, alright—something, which Seifer didn't understand at all. Her face was too close to his, and not to mention their bodies were in full contact. He could feel something inside there going on, but couldn't quite figure it out. Must be the alcohol... he concluded. But the temptation to keep staring at those captivating blue sparkles was just unavoidable.
After a second or two, Quistis started laughing again. Now, Seifer was even more confused.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She didn't answer him and kept on laughing.
"Quistis, can you quiet down a little?! You'll wake the others up and the facilitators will know we break the curfew!"
But she laughed even harder. "HAHA...!" And then the laughter stopped, "Imagine that, Seifer...!" She circled her arms around his neck.
"Imagine what?!"
"The others, waking up... Check out your hand again! I wonder what will they think about if they see us like this—in this sort of position...!" She laughed again.
AGAIN, Seifer's hand had rested on her breast. And she was right; the position would create some ideas inside whoever's mind caught them like that. Oh, shit! But as he tried to get up, Quistis wouldn't let him go. "Quistis, let me---" he paused.
"Hmm?" She had stopped laughing now. And he again got himself staring deep into her eyes. Those eyes just wouldn't stop mesmerizing him. He kept wondering why he couldn't take his eyes off hers. It's the alcohol! he kept telling himself. A strand of hair was covering one of her eyes. And he brushed it off with his finger as if it was a disturbance that came between his sight and her eyes. He became confused... curious... He kept searching for the answer inside those eyes. He kept searching and searching and---
"Are you comfortable like this?"
"What?"
"I'm comfortable... I like the way you're staring at me, Seifer. You have beautiful blue eyes. They're crystal clear and somehow... soothing, taking me high up into the skies."
So... she was looking at mine too. Seifer didn't know what else to say. Words could've flown endlessly. But in another way, he was responding without himself even knowing it. He was moving his face closer to hers as to kiss her lips. But as he was about to reach that point... he bended his head, back to the crook of her neck, avoiding the contact, which could've happened. He didn't dare to lift his head again from there, didn't dare to face her—didn't dare to be drowned by her pools of blue. And then he felt her body squirmed beneath him. There was a chuckle. She tried to push themselves off the floor, but not pushing him off from her. He too decided to get up, but if possible, without her clinging onto him.
Needless to say, he would still hold her as they stood up, as he was afraid her lack of balance would cause another fall. Quistis wasn't out of her own force though. It was amazing what drunk people were able and not able to do all at once. She had rested her hands on his chest. Her body was still shaking with laughter. Looking up, her eyes captured his again. She wasn't going to let his eyes off hers. "Seifer..."
He waited for her to continue between her chuckles.
"You were trying to kiss me..."
He didn't reply. Trying to back away from her instead. But she stepped forward as he was doing so.
"Admit it, Seifer...! You were, weren't you?"
"What are you saying?" he tried to sound oblivious.
She was willing to make him admit it. "You were. I know you were."
"Wh- what the--- No, I wasn't trying to kiss you or anything. There's no way I was." Certainly a lie.
"Don't lie to me, Seifer. I can tell."
"No, really, I---" He came to a stop as he could no longer step back; his back was now pinned to the wall. No, not the wall, but a door—his bedroom door.
"C'mon, Seifer, admit it!"
"No, honestly, Quistis, I wasn't--- Oh, fine! Alright, I was." he blushed at his admittance and looked away from Quistis.
Still leaning onto him, she cupped a hand on his cheek. She forced him to look at her again. "So you were..." She smiled, satisfied that she had made him admit something he didn't want to. "Then why didn't you?"
"What? Well, why should I?"
"Well, why shouldn't you?" she challenged the question.
"Is Quistis Trepe saying that she would actually be okay if I did? I don't think so. Why would she want to be kissed by me, whom she considered a jerk? Wouldn't she want to slay the monstrous jerk instead." But then again, she's drunk…
"Oh, so now you're the one who thinks you know everything, and about me too?" she was mocking him like he did to her earlier in the morning when they had quarreled. "Well, Mr. I-Think-I-Know-Everything-About-Quistis-Trepe," a nasty thought came to her, "I'll prove you wrong." And with that, she kissed him fully on the lips, making his eyes wide with surprise, but then closed after getting adaptable with the kiss. Although not long enough, since she pulled back and once again looked at him to capture each other's eyes.
Somehow, that kiss had effected him. And as it seemed that it had effected her too, she brought her lips back to his. This time she parted her lips a little bit, inviting him to do the same as to tangle their tongues as well. They began exploring each other's mouth, tasting, savoring. It tasted somewhat sweet, just like the drink they had drank in the pub, and at the same time, there was a taste of excitement at the tip of their tongues. In a way, it had marveled through their blood veins, sending shivers to their bodies, pumping their hearts in a rapid beat.
They were enjoying the kiss long enough to make Seifer's hands start roaming all over her body, not missing every fine curves. Quistis felt really good in his arms. She was doing pretty much the same. There was this incredible sort of passion in their kiss that made Seifer's head dizzy all of a sudden. The way he had been able to touch her, and how her body reacted to his touch, the way their hips was pressed against each other, and how she was breathing into his mouth... It was, in some way... arousing. He felt his body consumed more heat, that he began to touch her more desperately, pulling her closer to him, forming another thought inside his mind, instead of averting her as he had tried to do earlier. Quistis was being active as well. Her hand was tracing down his chest, aligning down his stomach, feeling the firm muscles that proved his well-being as a SeeD, when it came to a halt as she...
Seifer was startled when her hand had made its way to his hardness. She was also as well as shocked when she had acknowledged the situation. She didn't realize. Seifer pulled away from the kiss and got himself looking at her questioning though somehow thrilled expression.
He should put a stop to this, he decided. He had almost taken more than an advantage of the drunk girl. Why shouldn't I? a wicked thought crept inside. Because I'm not that kind of guy! But then he felt her lips on his again, which he quickly pulled apart.
"Quistis, no," he rejected.
"What!? Don't tell me that!"
"Listen, Quistis, you're drunk. We shouldn't be---"
"NO! I am not drunk, and I'm not going to be rejected anymore in my life, Seifer!"
"No, Quistis. I'm just not into it right now."
"Then you better have a good explanation on what is this!" she reached between his thighs and grabbed hard, making Seifer whimper terribly in pain. "Don't deny, Seifer! I know you got it bad."
It was purely obvious that he was hard enough. She was right, he got it bad. The question was: how would it be for her if he was to just take her because he couldn't control his hormones? Why should you care? She doesn't seem to mind, the devil inside him said. He started kissing her again.
'NO!' he pulled away again, making her angry out of his confusing reactions. "Quistis, this is not a good idea. I'm sorry---"
"Sorry??!!" She yelled. "I don't think so. You don't mean that. Seifer Almasy will never say sorry."
Shit! What is with her?! he thought. D'uh! Obviously, she's drunk! he answered his question himself.
She was not going to let him go. She had caged him with her arms resting on the door. She pressed herself even more onto him as she drew her face closer. She had found the kiss exquisite that she wanted some more. Seifer took those lips with hesitation but gladly. He could just push her away easily, without any effort. But... How should he explain it? He had to push her away because it all felt weird because Quistis was not being herself since she was drunk, but he didn't want to be a hypocrite by telling either of them that he wasn't enjoying this. Seifer was being indecisive. No! I have to push her away!
He tried to free himself, grabbing Quistis's wrists to push her away. But as she was trying to restrain that hold, struggling at the effort, she made the doorknob turn and... *Boom!* They fell on the floor as the door swung open. But, Quistis couldn't care. She kept on kissing him. She writhed above him.
Shoot! She shouldn't have done that to a guy. It made Seifer even harder.
Quistis was pleased to know that Seifer reacted to her. "What are you waiting for, Seifer? You can just take me now, you know."
What?! If it wasn't because she was drunk, Seifer wouldn't have trusted his ears. "Quistis, this isn't like you. Why of all the sudden you'd just... have a go for it? It's not like you at all!"
"Hmmm..." a curl appeared from the corner of her lips. "Let's just say... this is quite challenging. Are you up for a challenge? I know I am."
Oh, how Seifer wished he weren't.
T.B.C.
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