I really hope u guys like this fic, cos its definitely my worst. Please review! I really want to break my record of 126 reviews (Kurse all SeeDs) and this story isn't that much longer. Well it might be. Well a lot longer. (You see, im basically making it up as I go along!!!)
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"Diamonds…?"
"Im positive…"
Quistis whisked them off the table into a small leather pouch she kept tied to the side of her orange dress. "They're so easy to lose." She leaned back over the table and put the pouch firmly down on the smooth surface, looking around to make sure nobody was watching them. A stray strand of hair fell over her face, her clear forehead, down into her transcendentally beautiful eyes. She reached up a hand and tucked it behind her ear. He watched her, mesmerized. So much had happened, he'd seen so many faces, but he couldn't get over what he felt for Quistis. Sure, he'd kissed her, she'd kissed him back, they'd both been overcome with relief and joy. She had been unconscious, he had been sleeping, it was a full-blown, romantic moment, the stars like diamond chips in the sky, the clouds disappearing, dissipating into darkness. He'd hugged her and kissed her face over and over again, while she'd cried into his arms. He – he loved her. And he couldn't believe that he'd lied to her. And that – some day she might find out –
He looked again into her eyes and was for a split-second soaring over ice-floes, basking in the warm smell of candle-lit dinners, rose-filled apartments, lavender baskets tied with yellow ribbons, ostrich feathers, and the many gems adorning trees along a wide boulevard at sunset. Waterfalls and hearts, dusty carousels in a long forgotten toyshop, held hands and antique teddy bears. And –
"Seifer."
Her fond voice snapped into his reverie. He blinked, smiled, and looked first at her face, and then at the pouch on the table.
"But diamonds the size of a grain of salt…so easy to lose. They can't be worth all that much. Why did they want it so much?"
Quistis rolled her blue eyes and scraped her long blonde hair off her neck. "Ignorant twit", she said exasperatedly. "Haven't you heard? Have you been living in a hole for the last few months?"
"Maybe…" replied Seifer enigmatically. He held out his hand to take the piece of newspaper Quistis fished out of her pocket and handed to him. For a fleeting second their hands touched. She was about to draw away, but he covered her hand with his own and looked up at her, slightly embarrassed at his own sappiness. She smiled, and squeezed his hand. "Read it".
He glanced down at the newspaper article, dated about a month before.
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Seifer's emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the leather pouch on the table. He opened his mouth to speak, but Quistis leaned over the table and put a finger on his lips.
"Not a word…"
"But the diamonds…"
He stopped, to gaze into her eyes. Her lips were on his cheek now, teasing the skin. "Not another word."
"Why?…Quistis…we have to…"
"Shut up, Seifer. It can wait. Life, death, diamonds….they're – nothing compared to…I mean, as perfect as…not tonight, tonight, we have to – we have to – I…"
She let out a sigh, half gasp and half exclamation, and she cupped his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes. Nothing, nothing like this she'd ever felt before…
He took her hand from his face and kissed the smooth palm. Getting up from his place, he bent over her and scooped her up into his arms. She giggled, burying her face into his chest, and he stroked the silky hair, kissed the beautiful, delicate face. Music was playing inside his head, and he started to sway to it, knowing that she could hear it too. He let her down gently, and held her close against him, swaying in the delicate, slow, romantic dance. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her arms loosely around his neck. His hands were placed gently, firmly on her waist, his lips resting on her collarbone. He kissed it gently, then moved his lips along her shoulder, pushing aside the delicate fabric of her dress. He slid a hand under her blouse, gently pressing her back. She raised her head, the candlelight playing off her face. She leant up for another kiss. This one was slow, hard and passionate – her arms tightened around him, and his moved tenderly across her shoulders and back as the kiss deepened – they became faster, more passionate, and his lips moved down to her neck, the curve of her neck and shoulder…
The music rose to a beautiful harmonic crescendo, and Seifer carried Quistis out of the restaurant, away from the staring faces, onto dewy grass, the sound of the river calming and soothing. They needed no silent music to act as aphrodisiacs now – the music of the bubbling river pulsed in rhythm to their kisses, caresses – his lips sought hers again, and he was pressing her down onto the dewy grass, the raindrops shining like diamonds in her hair. Stars shining in the endless blue sky above, the gentle breeze caressing their hot, flushed faces, the moon illuminating their slowly, tenderly moving forms on the grass. It wasn't about the physicality – their touches, their kisses, went much deeper than that. Love wasn't skin deep. They moved gently together, alone, their bodies swaying, their blood pulsing to the silent piano music of the stream. She was beautiful, transcendental, almost immortal in his love for her. A queen – his queen.
Dressed in a crown of dewdrops, a robe of moonlight, and holding the sceptre of love.
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AWWWW! It's very sappy Iknow. I promise there will be more jewel heist action in the next part! Review please please!!!