Chapter 6:
Irvine walked back to the bed. An intoxicated Quistis attempted to sit up.
"Don't you think you better sleep off that wine?" he asked her.
He noticed she was still in her clothes, including her brown boots. He realized she probably wasn't comfortable and that it would be better if she at least had the boots off.
He sat on the edge of her bed and put her right foot in his lap. He unzipped her boot and removed it, letting it fall to the floor. He then leaned back and did the same thing to her left foot.
He stood up off the bed and titled his hat towards her. He then noticed the belts she wore were still around her waist. He climbed on the bed, gently helped her sit up, and reached around her, so that he could unfasten and remove the item.
As he was doing that, Quistis however began to unbotton Irvine's shirt. He tried to button it back up, but everytime he did so, she would undo the buttons again.
He looked into her big blue eyes. Her glasses were now off her face, and on the stand beside the bed, where he had put them when he first layed her down.
"Quisty, we can't do this..." he whispered to her.
He knew this wasn't right. She was intoxicated, and had no memory of him. He didn't want to take advantage of her. but he knew how badly he wanted her. How badly he had wanted her two years ago, and right up until she left Balamb Garden a few months ago.
She planted a kiss on his mouth. She smelled of wine and honey, with a lavender scent mixed in.
Throwing caution to the wind, Irvine took off his big tan coat and tossed it on the floor, he took off his cowboy hat and put it onto of one of the bedposts. Looking at Quistis, he wrapped his left index finger around a strand of her hair.
"We don't have to do this. I can go to the hotel, you can get some sleep.." he said, but he was interupted when Quistis ran her left index finger down his chest.
Irvine grabbed her shoulders gently and pushed her back down onto the bed. He was now on top of her. He began kissing her neck gently. She began removing his white shirt.
"Quisty..." he whispered in her ear as he kissed it.
He began unzipping her peach colored shirt. When he had that done, he could see that her breasts were snug in a tiny black satin bra. She sat up and removed her vest from her body, and he reached around behind her and unfasted her undergarment.
Her long brown armgloves were still on, but neither one of the seemed to mind.
As he began to slide her long peach colored skirt off of her, she reached back and removed the big barette from her red-ish blonde hair.
Quistis was now naked, except for the black panties that remained on. Irvine's eyes swept over her body. This was almost like a dream for him. Sure, that brief fling he had with Selphie was nice, but it Quistis he always wanted and needed.
He got off her brass bed, unzipped and removed his tight brown jeans. He then climbed back on the bed, and began kissing her on the lips.
She opened her mouth a little in order for his tongue to slide in. Their tongues intertwinded as he layed her back down on her bed. He was on top of her once more. He ran his hands up and down her sides.
His hands found their way to her breasts. He kneeded and fondled them gently. He was kissing the side of her neck, slowly. Teasing it with his tongue and lips. He rolled her nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers.
Quistis let out a moan as she ran her nails up and down his back gently.
"Irvine..." she whispered.
He looked at her for a minute. Did she say his name because he told it to her earlier that night, or did she suddenly remember him? Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. He gave her a small smile as he continued on.
His tongue found it's way to her left breast. He licked her nipple slowly and gently. She left out a gasp as he put her left breast in his mouth. He sucked and kissed it slowly. She ran her hands through his red-ish brown hair, which was still in a ponytail.
His right hand moved down her chest, past her abdomen, and stopped at her black panties. He tugged at the material contiuously until he was able to remove it. He could tell that she was excited and ready for him. He managed to slide out of his black silk boxers.
His left hand fondled her right breast, tweaking her nipple gently. He then moved his mouth from her left breast and left is concentrate on her right one, while his right hand began tweaking her left nipple. Quistis let out a low groan in pleasure.
"Quistis, let me make love to you." Irvine moaned in her ear.
She nodded her head slowly.
He bent down and kissed her on the lips as he entered her slowly. Her body came up to meet his, and they began to move in a rhythm as he thrusted himself in and out of her slowly.
She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling his muscles. She moved her hands to his shoulders and gripped them as she threw her head back and moaned.
"Oh Quistis..." he groaned.
She wrapped her long legs around his body, and he began to speed up his trusting a little.
Quistis bit her bottom lip and moaned loudly. He could tell that she was close to orgasm, and he knew that he didn't her to have one without him. He
He began thrusting harder and deeper into her. Sweat was pouring down thier bodies now as they kept in rhythum with each other.
Soon, Quisitis threw her head back, and let out a scream, as Irvine stopped his thrusting, arched his back, closed his eyes, and let out a loud groan as he emptied his seed into her.
When it was over, they laid there in her big brass bed, both of them trying to catch their breath. Quistis looked over at him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, before going to sleep. Irvine wrapped her up in his arms, and he too soon drifted off.
Irvine walked back to the bed. An intoxicated Quistis attempted to sit up.
"Don't you think you better sleep off that wine?" he asked her.
He noticed she was still in her clothes, including her brown boots. He realized she probably wasn't comfortable and that it would be better if she at least had the boots off.
He sat on the edge of her bed and put her right foot in his lap. He unzipped her boot and removed it, letting it fall to the floor. He then leaned back and did the same thing to her left foot.
He stood up off the bed and titled his hat towards her. He then noticed the belts she wore were still around her waist. He climbed on the bed, gently helped her sit up, and reached around her, so that he could unfasten and remove the item.
As he was doing that, Quistis however began to unbotton Irvine's shirt. He tried to button it back up, but everytime he did so, she would undo the buttons again.
He looked into her big blue eyes. Her glasses were now off her face, and on the stand beside the bed, where he had put them when he first layed her down.
"Quisty, we can't do this..." he whispered to her.
He knew this wasn't right. She was intoxicated, and had no memory of him. He didn't want to take advantage of her. but he knew how badly he wanted her. How badly he had wanted her two years ago, and right up until she left Balamb Garden a few months ago.
She planted a kiss on his mouth. She smelled of wine and honey, with a lavender scent mixed in.
Throwing caution to the wind, Irvine took off his big tan coat and tossed it on the floor, he took off his cowboy hat and put it onto of one of the bedposts. Looking at Quistis, he wrapped his left index finger around a strand of her hair.
"We don't have to do this. I can go to the hotel, you can get some sleep.." he said, but he was interupted when Quistis ran her left index finger down his chest.
Irvine grabbed her shoulders gently and pushed her back down onto the bed. He was now on top of her. He began kissing her neck gently. She began removing his white shirt.
"Quisty..." he whispered in her ear as he kissed it.
He began unzipping her peach colored shirt. When he had that done, he could see that her breasts were snug in a tiny black satin bra. She sat up and removed her vest from her body, and he reached around behind her and unfasted her undergarment.
Her long brown armgloves were still on, but neither one of the seemed to mind.
As he began to slide her long peach colored skirt off of her, she reached back and removed the big barette from her red-ish blonde hair.
Quistis was now naked, except for the black panties that remained on. Irvine's eyes swept over her body. This was almost like a dream for him. Sure, that brief fling he had with Selphie was nice, but it Quistis he always wanted and needed.
He got off her brass bed, unzipped and removed his tight brown jeans. He then climbed back on the bed, and began kissing her on the lips.
She opened her mouth a little in order for his tongue to slide in. Their tongues intertwinded as he layed her back down on her bed. He was on top of her once more. He ran his hands up and down her sides.
His hands found their way to her breasts. He kneeded and fondled them gently. He was kissing the side of her neck, slowly. Teasing it with his tongue and lips. He rolled her nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers.
Quistis let out a moan as she ran her nails up and down his back gently.
"Irvine..." she whispered.
He looked at her for a minute. Did she say his name because he told it to her earlier that night, or did she suddenly remember him? Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. He gave her a small smile as he continued on.
His tongue found it's way to her left breast. He licked her nipple slowly and gently. She left out a gasp as he put her left breast in his mouth. He sucked and kissed it slowly. She ran her hands through his red-ish brown hair, which was still in a ponytail.
His right hand moved down her chest, past her abdomen, and stopped at her black panties. He tugged at the material contiuously until he was able to remove it. He could tell that she was excited and ready for him. He managed to slide out of his black silk boxers.
His left hand fondled her right breast, tweaking her nipple gently. He then moved his mouth from her left breast and left is concentrate on her right one, while his right hand began tweaking her left nipple. Quistis let out a low groan in pleasure.
"Quistis, let me make love to you." Irvine moaned in her ear.
She nodded her head slowly.
He bent down and kissed her on the lips as he entered her slowly. Her body came up to meet his, and they began to move in a rhythm as he thrusted himself in and out of her slowly.
She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling his muscles. She moved her hands to his shoulders and gripped them as she threw her head back and moaned.
"Oh Quistis..." he groaned.
She wrapped her long legs around his body, and he began to speed up his trusting a little.
Quistis bit her bottom lip and moaned loudly. He could tell that she was close to orgasm, and he knew that he didn't her to have one without him. He
He began thrusting harder and deeper into her. Sweat was pouring down thier bodies now as they kept in rhythum with each other.
Soon, Quisitis threw her head back, and let out a scream, as Irvine stopped his thrusting, arched his back, closed his eyes, and let out a loud groan as he emptied his seed into her.
When it was over, they laid there in her big brass bed, both of them trying to catch their breath. Quistis looked over at him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, before going to sleep. Irvine wrapped her up in his arms, and he too soon drifted off.