I love these morning-in-bed scenes! (This time I won't bore you with an author's note, so thankies to those who reviewed, and plz enjoy!)

This chapter features a slightly hentai Cid, and I'm sorry to subject you to that. Plz let me know if the chars are OOC, I think I successfully saved Seifer from becoming a mushball, but you never know. I've never played Triple Triad, so forgive me the rules, I only know the set I've pilfered from someone else's fic.



Very, very carefully, Quistis peeled her hand off of its place over her mouth. She had clamped it there after she had screamed, but it had done little good in wake of the noise she had made. Mentally she cursed herself for making her presence known to Garden and possibly to Seifer.

She glanced over at the figure beside her in the double bed. Miraculously, he was undisturbed by her screech moments ago. She could hear a couple moving around in the next room which had bolted upright from their make out session at her voice, yet here was Seifer, sleeping like a baby. And hogging the blankets too.

Literally jumping out of bed, she found her clothes folded thoughtfully on the dresser. It was odd, but Quistis pushed that to the back of her mind, and put them on hurriedly. With them was Seifer's trenchcoat. She almost felt guilty at leaving without telling him, but the feeling was quickly squashed when she remembered whom she was dealing with. It's not like he would do anything but sit there and smirk, arrogant to the extreme while she died of embarrassment at being here yet again.

Tiptoeing as carefully as possible, she pulled her purse out from under the bed by its silver strap, and made her way cautiously to the door. She stepped over Seifer's shoes, an old car magazine, and a set of keys. Painstakingly slowly she eased the doorknob to the left and inched the door open.

A hand appeared on her right and roughly slammed the door shut again. Sighing, Quistis turned around to face a glowering Seifer. A smirk had been expected, but a scowl?

"Going somewhere, Quistis dear?" Sarcasm laced his words, but deep underneath Quistis was sure she could hear the faint growl of anger twisting his voice. Her eyes got a bit wider, a reaction Seifer didn't miss, and she leaned against the door.

"I was *going* to go to my dorm now. You can stop blockading the door, Big Brother." He frowned and brought himself nose to nose with her before he next spoke.

"Why?" Quistis's features knitted in confusion.

"Because its where I live..." A grin split Seifer's countenance.

"Not anymore."

"I...what? Seifer?" He held up a crumpled document in front of her. Quistis snatched it from him and started to read the italic words printed on it.

"'This document stands as proof that one Quistis Trepe has permission to vacate her current dormitory room in favor of room 148, occupied by one Seifer Almasy. Ms. Trepe's dormitory must be cleared of all her possessions by Tuesday, June 18th. Signed: Cid Kramer' What? They don't just give out papers like these. I mean, Squall and Rinoa are the only ones who get to share a room but they're a..."

"Couple?"

"You didn't."

"I'm a valuable SeeD now."

"Seifer..."

"As valuable as Squall, if not better."

"Seifer, please..."

"And as such, you know, I get certain perks in return for my continued residency in this place."

Quistis grabbed him by the collar and damn near choked him, hauling him up on his tiptoes. When she next spoke, it could more fully be described as a growl. "ALMASY!"

Seifer held his hands up in defeat after prying her hands from around his throat. He tried to hide his smirk and failed.

"Nobody jilts me on a date." Oh God, my life is finished.

"This is a very twisted revenge, Seifer."

He firmly caught her by the shoulders and drew her to him in a fierce embrace. Quistis turned her head so she wouldn't be smothered, and noticed the gray trenchcoat lying on the floor. She heard Seifer sigh, and he whispered something in her ear.

"Ah, I can get revenge any old way, this is just fun." Clenching her fists, Quistis tried hard not to raise them and punch him in the face. She really, really tried.

Pow!

Sometimes the best of efforts end in failure.

"Ow, Quistis! What was that for?!"

"I'm going to Cid's office to straighten this out!" Before Seifer could stop her, she had pushed him away and run down the hall until she arrived breathless in front of Headmaster Cid. "Sir..." Taking a breath, she managed to collect herself. She held the paper up for Cid's inspection. "I really don't need this Sir, I'm very happy with my dorm as it is." Cid pushed his hair back from his forehead and looked at her sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, Quistis, we've already assigned your dorm to another person. You'll have to remove your things by tomorrow." Her jaw dropped.

"Headmaster! How could this paper even be drawn up without my consent?" Cid had the decency to look ashamed.

"Quistis try to understand. Garden is spacious but not *that* spacious. We needed the extra dorm for an instructor. Besides, there's an important mission coming up, and we need Seifer to participate. We can't have him leaving SeeD!"

"Seifer wouldn't leave SeeD!"

"But Seifer also doesn't make idle threats, my dear. And if I hadn't have given him that paper, he *would* have left SeeD. I would bet my life on it. And we just can't have that, Quistis. We're dependent on our top SeeDs!" Quistis sighed and sank into a chair. Oh Cid, you spineless twit.

"So basically, you're selling out to keep the likes of Seifer Almasy as a part of the SeeD forces." Cid cleared his throat.

"Er...I have some work to do. Good luck with your new dorm!" Quickly, he shooed her out the door and shut it behind him. Swearing most unbecomingly, Quistis kicked the door with her foot, when suddenly it opened again. "Oh by the way, I like your new look, very tasty...er...ful." The door slammed again.

Quistis made her way to her dorm and opened the door, sighing in frustration. She pulled out a big cardboard box from her closet and started to fling all her stuff into it with dramatic flare.

"I." A purse landed with a thud in the box. "Am." Picture frame with the gang's photo in it. "So." Lip gloss, seldom used. "Pissed." The clothes she had rescued from Ebay. "Off." She swept the items on her dresser into the box. "There, done." She carted the box to Seifer's room and dropped it unceremoniously inside the doorway. Seifer looked up from a book he was reading and smiled at her winningly.

"Seifer, I have to change, go in the other room." He was smart enough not to argue and slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open a fraction of a crack. She kicked the door all the way shut and smiled when she heard a muffled 'Ow!' Quickly she changed into the last casual outfit she owned. A long cargo skirt and white blouse, tied in a knot at the bottom. She left the first two buttons undone, having no wish to be particularly stern today. Besides, maybe if she flashed a little skin, she could get Seifer to sign a paper retracting his wish to have them share a dorm.

"Ok, you can come out now." Seifer opened the door quickly, but paused when he saw her. Walking over to her, seemingly innocently, his hands darted around her waist and drew her in for a kiss. Although short, Quistis's knees were just a tad shaky when he pulled back to regard her. He smirked.

"I know, I'm a stud." He struck a pose and Quistis couldn't help but laugh. She may have laughed a little too long to maintain Seifer's pride, but some things can't be helped.

"Well, Studboy, let's go to the cafeteria." He followed her impishly out of the dorm, pausing to scribble 'and Quistis Trepe' in small letters under the sign reading 'Seifer Almasy' on his dorm.


*In the Cafeteria...*

"Hi Quisty! Hi Seify!" Selphie ran up to them and chirped excitedly.

"Hello Selphie, if you ever call me that again I'll break your arm!" Seifer chirped back, mimicking the younger brunette, bouncing on the balls of his feet for effect. Selphie stuck her tongue out at him, and then broke into a grin.

"Come sit at our table you guys! We're having a Triple Triad tournament, it's just starting!" Practically leaving bubbles in her wake, she skipped along in front of them to a table near the back. Squall frowned slightly when Seifer sat down beside Quistis, but quickly his expression cleared and he dealt silently.

The group chatted for nearly an hour while the first set of games was played. Right off, Zell, Rinoa and Selphie were eliminated. It was down to Quistis, Squall and Seifer. Unfortunately, no one had thought of having six people, then three, since Irvine had opted out, and weren't quite sure how to go about the determining games. But Selphie was alright at planning, so she came up with a cockneyed solution to their dilemma. Since Quistis was the best player in Garden, Squall and Seifer would play each other, winner plays her.

It was a relatively short game, Seifer's skills with strategy were a little more spontaneous than Squall's, and in Triple Triad that was fatal. Squall won easily. Seifer grumbled a bit at being beaten by his old rival, while Rinoa stood up and applauded. Squall just narrowed his eyes at her, then sat across from Quistis for the final game.

That's odd. She squinted over the table past Squall's shoulder. Rinoa looked hurt, and made some excuse about going to Balamb to shop. Selphie and Zell exited the room with her, glaring at Squall. The action was lost on him.

"Good game, Squall." Quistis said tentatively, shifting her gaze to Seifer. "Good game..." As the cards were dealt, Seifer made himself comfortable in a chair beside Quistis, wrapping his arm around her waist not-so-subtly. Quistis removed it and shook her finger at him comically. He bit it. "Owww! Can't I trust you at all?" Seifer smirked in response and she turned back to Squall to make her opening move. Immediately she noticed the anger written plainly across his face, before he concealed it behind his stony wall again. Dismissing all but the game ahead of her, she turned over a card.

The game wore on and on, and hours later they were still hunched over the cards. Seifer had left a while back, with a cramp in his leg for having them propped up on a nearby chair. Squall finally ended it with a brilliant move that ripped the foundations of Quistis's game apart. She smiled good-naturedly.

"Oh well, always next time. I proclaim thee, Triple Triad champion, Sir Squall. Take your pick of mine cards." Squall's face darkened ever so slightly before a small half-smile appeared on his face, startlingly similar to Seifer's smirk in nature.

"I want the Quistis card." Quistis frowned in confusion.

"But I don't have a Qui...mmph!" Squall's mouth pressed crushingly over hers, and inwardly she yelped in shock. Pulling back, she stared at him with wide eyes for a few moments before a rough voice interrupted her whirling mind.

"LEONHART!" They turned to watch a red faced and thoroughly enraged Seifer striding towards them, gunblade drawn.









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