Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII, and I'm using everybody without any kind of
permission 'cause the voices in my head said to and 'cause permission is overrated.
Author's Notes: I'm writing a Queifer! I'm writing a Queifer! (Sorry Seiftis guys, I'm a traditionalist *grin*). This, with Quis/Irvy a close second, is my favorite pairing. I have the story mapped out; I just need to add the details. I'm amused by how much I stole from my first semester of college life. Hope y'all enjoy it ~ Tiy
Is there any joy more complete than running smack into the most amazing guy you've ever met?
Sure - doing it without making an ass out of yourself, Quistis Trepe muttered under her breath, aware of the barely muted laughter behind her. "Alright guys," she spoke without turning, "I want a set of Eights. Full circles, too. Do it well and you might get out of here before dinner." The laughter switched to groans, while the more diligent students took off at a fast sprint towards the other side of Garden. Quistis grinned broadly before craning her neck to look up at the tall man in front of her. He held out a hand and pulled her up from the ungraceful heap she'd landed in only a few moments earlier.
"You know, you shouldn't take your embarrassment," he stressed the word, drawing it out to twice its normal length, "out on your students."
She hid her blush behind a look of practiced refinement, "Who said I was? They need to learn to ignore distractions, even during training. Especially during training." She shook her head sadly, "A bunch of pre-teens with short attention spans -"
" - and raging hormones," his body shook with laughter. "Hey, if I was fighting and you were crawling on the ground panting madly, I sure as hell would sit back and buy a bag of popcorn. I can just imagine how the guys feel, with THE Quistis Trepe instructing them - whip and all!"
She crossed her arms over her chest in an ageless, impatient teacher demeanor and stared at the SeeD, "You should know, Almasy, you were one of them, once." His laughter died in mid-breath, and she flashed him a tight-lipped, superior smile. After all, it wasn't her fault he'd walked into - and quite literally into - her drills. One minute, she was leading back flips and the next she caught a glimpse of a white trenchcoat and slammed into the ground to avoid hitting her colleague.
In fact, maybe it was time for a little revenge.
The fastest of her students already collapsing in breathless heaps around her (... they shouldn't be sitting. It causes cramps...) Quistis inched closer to Seifer, her face serious. His eyes narrowed suspiciously and then flashed with surprise as her hand brushed the side of his face. Her other hand rested on his shoulder and, doubts flooding his senses, he brought one hand up to hold her waist - only as a test, of course - and then the other. Her left leg grazed his inner thigh, while her lips, only inches from his, turned slightly to breathlessly whisper in his ear.
"I think you're missing something."
He tried to trap her before she could escape, but she was already free, eyes triumphant and sporting a dazzling smile. She leaned heavily on his Hyperion, with one hand held high in the air, his silver cross pendant wrapped around it.
"Gimme -"
"Children!" Quistis interrupted him, speaking to the wide-eyed and grinning faces of her students, "Distractions under any circumstances cannot be permitted. Imagine what could have happened had I had been an adversary. Think that over while you try to beat Instructor Dincht to the Caf." Light cheers and laughter. "Be sure to thank Instructor Almasy for the demonstration." The students chorused their thank-yous, most of them already half-way to the Garden entrance, despite the day's drills.
Quistis and Seifer didn't move during the commotion. For once she had the cocky grin on her face, while his eyes were narrowed to dark slits.
"Hand 'em over."
The grin grew even larger, "Don't you sound like the big, bad, tough SeeD? Allow me to faint in terror and anguish."
He took a threatening step closer, and Quistis pouted, "Oh, alright. You win. Catch!"
She released the gunblade, sending Hyperion crashing towards the ground. Seifer
scrambled to grab it before it fell, while Quistis made a mad dash in the direction of her students. She hastily slid the pendant over neck, feeling the cool metal rest between her breasts.
Seifer sheathed Hyperion and in seconds was off and running, following the thin cloud of dust back to Garden. Hyne, what was she? Six? Seifer ran harder at the thought. He'd just have to catch up and teach Trepe some maturity. Besides, he was faster.
Right?
He tried to recall blurred memories of training, and he remembered being quite obviously stronger, more agile, more competent, much more commanding, and more intelligent than the Trepe and everyone else in Garden, for that matter... but faster? 'Probably...' he thought and gritted his teeth. Competitiveness pushed him further, even though she had already reached the main entrance. He hurdled over the silly Garden gates, with a passing salute to the keeper, but only in time to see the Instructor racing down the center walkway.
Quistis slammed furiously at the elevator buttons, shaking with adrenaline and
anticipation. The doors swooshed open with a cheerful ding, and Quistis stepped in, looking as fresh and energized as ever.
Seifer stopped at the closing doors. '... I lost?' He locked eyes with the entirely too smug Instructor.
"Welcome back, Almasy."
"This isn't over."
The War of the Cross had begun.
permission 'cause the voices in my head said to and 'cause permission is overrated.
Author's Notes: I'm writing a Queifer! I'm writing a Queifer! (Sorry Seiftis guys, I'm a traditionalist *grin*). This, with Quis/Irvy a close second, is my favorite pairing. I have the story mapped out; I just need to add the details. I'm amused by how much I stole from my first semester of college life. Hope y'all enjoy it ~ Tiy
Is there any joy more complete than running smack into the most amazing guy you've ever met?
Sure - doing it without making an ass out of yourself, Quistis Trepe muttered under her breath, aware of the barely muted laughter behind her. "Alright guys," she spoke without turning, "I want a set of Eights. Full circles, too. Do it well and you might get out of here before dinner." The laughter switched to groans, while the more diligent students took off at a fast sprint towards the other side of Garden. Quistis grinned broadly before craning her neck to look up at the tall man in front of her. He held out a hand and pulled her up from the ungraceful heap she'd landed in only a few moments earlier.
"You know, you shouldn't take your embarrassment," he stressed the word, drawing it out to twice its normal length, "out on your students."
She hid her blush behind a look of practiced refinement, "Who said I was? They need to learn to ignore distractions, even during training. Especially during training." She shook her head sadly, "A bunch of pre-teens with short attention spans -"
" - and raging hormones," his body shook with laughter. "Hey, if I was fighting and you were crawling on the ground panting madly, I sure as hell would sit back and buy a bag of popcorn. I can just imagine how the guys feel, with THE Quistis Trepe instructing them - whip and all!"
She crossed her arms over her chest in an ageless, impatient teacher demeanor and stared at the SeeD, "You should know, Almasy, you were one of them, once." His laughter died in mid-breath, and she flashed him a tight-lipped, superior smile. After all, it wasn't her fault he'd walked into - and quite literally into - her drills. One minute, she was leading back flips and the next she caught a glimpse of a white trenchcoat and slammed into the ground to avoid hitting her colleague.
In fact, maybe it was time for a little revenge.
The fastest of her students already collapsing in breathless heaps around her (... they shouldn't be sitting. It causes cramps...) Quistis inched closer to Seifer, her face serious. His eyes narrowed suspiciously and then flashed with surprise as her hand brushed the side of his face. Her other hand rested on his shoulder and, doubts flooding his senses, he brought one hand up to hold her waist - only as a test, of course - and then the other. Her left leg grazed his inner thigh, while her lips, only inches from his, turned slightly to breathlessly whisper in his ear.
"I think you're missing something."
He tried to trap her before she could escape, but she was already free, eyes triumphant and sporting a dazzling smile. She leaned heavily on his Hyperion, with one hand held high in the air, his silver cross pendant wrapped around it.
"Gimme -"
"Children!" Quistis interrupted him, speaking to the wide-eyed and grinning faces of her students, "Distractions under any circumstances cannot be permitted. Imagine what could have happened had I had been an adversary. Think that over while you try to beat Instructor Dincht to the Caf." Light cheers and laughter. "Be sure to thank Instructor Almasy for the demonstration." The students chorused their thank-yous, most of them already half-way to the Garden entrance, despite the day's drills.
Quistis and Seifer didn't move during the commotion. For once she had the cocky grin on her face, while his eyes were narrowed to dark slits.
"Hand 'em over."
The grin grew even larger, "Don't you sound like the big, bad, tough SeeD? Allow me to faint in terror and anguish."
He took a threatening step closer, and Quistis pouted, "Oh, alright. You win. Catch!"
She released the gunblade, sending Hyperion crashing towards the ground. Seifer
scrambled to grab it before it fell, while Quistis made a mad dash in the direction of her students. She hastily slid the pendant over neck, feeling the cool metal rest between her breasts.
Seifer sheathed Hyperion and in seconds was off and running, following the thin cloud of dust back to Garden. Hyne, what was she? Six? Seifer ran harder at the thought. He'd just have to catch up and teach Trepe some maturity. Besides, he was faster.
Right?
He tried to recall blurred memories of training, and he remembered being quite obviously stronger, more agile, more competent, much more commanding, and more intelligent than the Trepe and everyone else in Garden, for that matter... but faster? 'Probably...' he thought and gritted his teeth. Competitiveness pushed him further, even though she had already reached the main entrance. He hurdled over the silly Garden gates, with a passing salute to the keeper, but only in time to see the Instructor racing down the center walkway.
Quistis slammed furiously at the elevator buttons, shaking with adrenaline and
anticipation. The doors swooshed open with a cheerful ding, and Quistis stepped in, looking as fresh and energized as ever.
Seifer stopped at the closing doors. '... I lost?' He locked eyes with the entirely too smug Instructor.
"Welcome back, Almasy."
"This isn't over."
The War of the Cross had begun.