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...
· LEMON ALERT for this chapter!!! If you think you can handle that, go ahead.
· 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 4
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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.
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Alcohol rush…
Maybe that was what best described the cause of the way they had physically reacted to each other. Driven by a need for release, their feet started to make their way to Seifer's bed. Seifer had given up his conscience. It was just like a rush. They quickly undressed each other without breaking much of their alcohol tasted kisses. And when every single piece of clothing was off, Seifer was welcomed by a view of a fantastic beauty the moonlight had shone upon. Seifer stopped. She's a goddess… But, there was something forgotten. What was it? Ah, yes… Seifer reached behind her head and released the bound that held her hair from flowing like a waterfall. As it fell, he graced the beauty by kissing her vanilla-scented hair. So soft… so… intoxicating…
He lay her down on the bed and started kissing her again. She responded as her spinning head and heated body took control. Her hand traveled around his back, giving him the same soft touches he gave her. But then he left her lips to trace down kisses all over her body.
Quistis was enjoying this very much. She couldn't resist this rush. The way Seifer nibbled her earlobe and traced his tongue all the way down her neck… Everything was filled with heat for her… And when his mouth found one of her breasts, and the other one taken care by his palm… Hell! He was good with his everything! She couldn't keep herself from moaning, telling him how good he made her feel.
Seifer knew what he was doing. After all, it wasn't like as if he had never done this before. But, this was different for him. Quistis felt so perfect in his arms. Her curves were as fine as if she was carved by a maestro. Her skin was so smooth and creamy. Her breasts were firm and yet so soft… Curious, he made his way down to find her womanhood. Quistis gasped for air when he started flicking his tongue on the most sensitive part a woman could have. Her fluid was starting to flow, and Seifer LOVED the way it tasted! It made him want to take more and more of her.
Not being able to take the sweet torturing delight any longer, she exploded for the first time in that night. By that, she took his head to face her again and as to bring his lips back to hers.
However, Seifer wasn't finished. Quistis may have reached her share, but he wouldn't want to be left hanging like mad. So he let her wave calmed down a little bit, while he kept on rubbing his manhood with her sensitivity, hoping that she would be high enough again to have something even more than just his tongue. After he was sure that Quistis is ready, he looked into her eyes to tell her that he needed to get inside. Quistis didn't say anything, she just kept on moaning, drowned in sheer delight. And so Seifer started to dive inside… but…
"AAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!" Quistis screamed as an unexpected pain hit her.
Holy Hyne! Seifer realized something. He felt he had just broke through a barrier inside her. Dammit! She's a virgin! He stopped, panicked. Is she okay? Yes, Seifer had done it with a virgin before, but this was Quistis he was with at the moment. A train of worried and guilty thoughts starting to cross over his mind. But then it was halted by Quistis's kiss.
Huh??
It seemed like she was trying to distract herself from the pain by a kiss. She didn't shed a tear… Yes, it had hurt, but a strong girl like Quistis could handle it, although it was damn bloody tough! Although tears were starting to form on her eyes, it never fell, nonetheless.
Seifer could feel some soreness on his back. Apparently, Quistis had dug her nails deep when she felt the pain. Well… he would be having some crescent shaped marks then for a few days. But, suddenly he could also feel some other sensational touch on his back. She was starting to rub his back softly. Her pain had started to fade away. She moved her hips as to tell him 'It's okay now…'
So he carefully moved again. Slowly at first, making sure that she was going to feel the pleasure that he could feel already. And when her moans and the tender touches her hands were giving him told him so, he increased the speed. Faster and faster by her each and every moan. And her moans… louder by his each and every faster move. Droplets of sweat starting to form on their skins. They were both feeling as if their heads had been lift into the clouds in the heaven above. But that rushing heat kept on increasing and increasing, it felt like…
Hell! This is wonderful! It was even more than just the word 'wonderful' for them. It was indescribable! Seifer didn't know how much longer he could carry on before he would reach the climax. He was really, really *this* close to coming. Somewhere in the corner of his mind he reminded himself that he should pull himself out before he did come. But then, she came… She started to scream… She squeezed so tight while she was in her climax, that---
Oh, Hyne! "QUISTIS!!" Seifer screamed.
Shit! Her sudden tightness had triggered Seifer to come before he could pull himself out. Damn, it felt good to come inside her like that!
He looked at her. Her cheeks were red from the heat, she was panting out of exhaustion. Seifer was too as he lay on top of her, listening to the fast rhythmic beats of her heart. Slowly, as to make Quistis free out of his weight, he rolled to the side. Still panting, he stared onto the blank ceiling of his room. When he looked back again to Quistis, she had shut her eyes, falling into deep slumber. Seifer caressed her face. He was worried. Now that the love-making--- No… sex… was through, his conscience came back into mind.
What have I done…? Seifer didn't regret that he had it with Quistis, but what he regretted was that he didn't know she was a first-timer. Not that it wasn't good because she was a first-timer. No, what just happened was more than wonderful. But how was he supposed to explain this to Quistis tomorrow morning. He supposed that she would barely remember what happened this night tomorrow morning. And then what? She would realize that she had just had her first with someone she hated only because she was drunk. She would realize that she didn't have that beautiful and unforgettable first-time that everybody should have. Well, it was her fault that she was drunk! Besides, it's not like she's the only unlucky person in this whole goddamned world. But he wasn't drunk, was he? At least he was still conscious enough to avoid it from happening.
Argh! Why do I always fall from one problem to another? But he rarely got out from one. Maybe he was just supposed to be a bad guy forever.
No! I'm not completely the bad guy in this case! She was the one who wanted it!
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But it was because she was drunk…
… and he would be lying if he said that he didn't want it too.
As self-blaming, contradicted by self-defending—as guilt and conceit overcame himself, he could only hate himself for having to have done it to Quistis—to such a beautiful girl---no, woman like her.
He toyed with her hair while his mind got twisted in a whirlpool of thoughts. And all he could say before he closed his eyes was…
Damn alcohol!
T.B.C.
A/N: There you have it… the lemon… not much of a lemon though… I suppose this isn't very vulgar either. I'm not that kind of person.
Yes… this is a short chapter indeed… but a chapter for a lemon shouldn't be too long anyways… Besides I write the lemon part on a separate chapter on purpose. So that if there's any reader who mind a lemon won't have to read this chapter, but still can follow the story and can just go on to the next chapter.
As usual, please tell me what you think... tell me if there's any grammatical mistakes, spellings, etc... I also realize that I got a lack of vocabulary (please forgive me). Flames are welcome. But, please be constructive. And thanks for reading.......!!! ^_^
