Chapter 18
Squall: You have his fucking kid for goodness sake!
Rinoa: Squall—
Squall: Don't. We can't be together anymore. Not ever again!
Rinoa: Squall!
Squall: Leave, just leave!
Rinoa opened the door to the ship and ran home crying. Squall was left crying and screaming.
Balamb Garden
Quistis headed down to the basement level. Everything was quiet and the only light shining came from her computer. She quietly crept by Seifer's room, the door was left eide open. She peeked inside, it was too dark to see his face. All she could see was a lump under the blankets. She closed his door and turned the computer off. Sleepily she walked to her room. She sighed as the door clicked shut and gasped in the next breath as someone grabbed her from behind. One brawny arm went around her waist and hauled her back into what seemed like a rock wall, and a hand clamped over her mouth, effectively snuffing out the scream that tore its way up the back of her throat.
Seifer: All dressed up for me, baby?
His lips brushed against her ear. His left hand moved restlessly over her shirt that covered her belly.
Seifer: You shouldn't have.
Quistis: Damn you.
Quistis told him as he pulled his hand away from her mouth. She tried to twist around in his arms so she could hit him, but he held her in place with ridiculous ease.
Quistis: You scared the hell out of me.
Seifer: Yeah, you ought to be scared of me.
He muttered nuzzling the side of her throat. He made that kind of comment again and again to convince her of the blackness of his character, Quistis was no longerwilling to buy into it. Her heart had, with a will of its own, set itself on that man beneath the dangerous façade. Of all the men in the world, why did this one have to be the one to capture her heart?
Quistis: Stop it.
Seifer: Stop what? This? Or this?
Seifer slid his hand down over her belly to the juncture of her thighs where he stroke her boldly through her clothes. Quistis moaned at the sensations that burst and flowed inside her like flood waters from a dam. She wanted him instantly, wanted nothing more than to lie down and welcome him into her, to love him with every part of herself. But she forced herself to pull away from him. He let her go, chuckling wickedly, and sauntered over to her dresser, where he idly picked up and examined a perfume bottle as he watched her in the mirror from beneath his lashes. Quistis tightened the belt of her pants, staring hard at his reflection.
Quistis: Stop trying to scare me away.
Seifer: Was that what I was doing?
He made a face of surprise.
Seifer: Me, I thought I was on my way to getting you in bed.
Quistis: You know what I mean. What the hell are you doing here?
Quistis moved to stand beside him, her gaze on his long fingers as they touched her things.
Seifer: Where else would I be?
Quistis: Your room.
Squall: You have his fucking kid for goodness sake!
Rinoa: Squall—
Squall: Don't. We can't be together anymore. Not ever again!
Rinoa: Squall!
Squall: Leave, just leave!
Rinoa opened the door to the ship and ran home crying. Squall was left crying and screaming.
Balamb Garden
Quistis headed down to the basement level. Everything was quiet and the only light shining came from her computer. She quietly crept by Seifer's room, the door was left eide open. She peeked inside, it was too dark to see his face. All she could see was a lump under the blankets. She closed his door and turned the computer off. Sleepily she walked to her room. She sighed as the door clicked shut and gasped in the next breath as someone grabbed her from behind. One brawny arm went around her waist and hauled her back into what seemed like a rock wall, and a hand clamped over her mouth, effectively snuffing out the scream that tore its way up the back of her throat.
Seifer: All dressed up for me, baby?
His lips brushed against her ear. His left hand moved restlessly over her shirt that covered her belly.
Seifer: You shouldn't have.
Quistis: Damn you.
Quistis told him as he pulled his hand away from her mouth. She tried to twist around in his arms so she could hit him, but he held her in place with ridiculous ease.
Quistis: You scared the hell out of me.
Seifer: Yeah, you ought to be scared of me.
He muttered nuzzling the side of her throat. He made that kind of comment again and again to convince her of the blackness of his character, Quistis was no longerwilling to buy into it. Her heart had, with a will of its own, set itself on that man beneath the dangerous façade. Of all the men in the world, why did this one have to be the one to capture her heart?
Quistis: Stop it.
Seifer: Stop what? This? Or this?
Seifer slid his hand down over her belly to the juncture of her thighs where he stroke her boldly through her clothes. Quistis moaned at the sensations that burst and flowed inside her like flood waters from a dam. She wanted him instantly, wanted nothing more than to lie down and welcome him into her, to love him with every part of herself. But she forced herself to pull away from him. He let her go, chuckling wickedly, and sauntered over to her dresser, where he idly picked up and examined a perfume bottle as he watched her in the mirror from beneath his lashes. Quistis tightened the belt of her pants, staring hard at his reflection.
Quistis: Stop trying to scare me away.
Seifer: Was that what I was doing?
He made a face of surprise.
Seifer: Me, I thought I was on my way to getting you in bed.
Quistis: You know what I mean. What the hell are you doing here?
Quistis moved to stand beside him, her gaze on his long fingers as they touched her things.
Seifer: Where else would I be?
Quistis: Your room.
