Chapter 2
"Penny for your thoughts?"
The suddenness of Seifer's voice beside her and light touch of his hand brushing against her back sends never ending tingles of awareness. A little embarrassed at being startled, Quistis apologized awkwardly, fumbling for the perfect excuse while her mind races to take up the present opportunity.
She ask to borrow his copy of Romeo and Juliet, and he complies. Before he's able to offer to retrieve it, Quistis hastily make her way to his study hoping to set his diary back to rights.
And there it is, still under his desk; pages open like a guilty reminder of what she had done. Ready to close the pages and place it back where it was, a poem catches her eye.
No, these were lyrics. Words heard earlier as he strummed this very song on his guitar...
"...She's all I think of. The same Dream reminiscing through my mind day and night. It's always the same.
There she is off in the distance. The sea breeze runs through her hair and white sundress as I stand there transfixed gazing upon this masterpiece created by the greatest artist know to man.
She's just sitting in the sand with arms wrapped around her legs staring off into the distant span of sea. Slowly I begin to approach her with a rose in hand.
As I walk, every line I can possibly think of to impress her races through my head, but the only word that escapes me when I finally reach her is "Hello." I guess it's all I need say because her response was simply to reach out her hand.
While I help her rise, that angelic smile tugs at the recesses of my heart. Presenting her the rose, we begin walking along the beach holding hands as the suns fading rays deepen the colors of the sky, and waves continually crash at our feet.
For long moments we bring our pace to a stand still, watching the sun dive into the sea. She's there before me, my arms gently rounding her waist as I drop my chin to her shoulder. Inspired by this moment, the only way I can find to share the depths of what I feel is whispering sweet verses of poetry a hairs-breath close to her ear while we witness day meeting night.
Dinner follows our walk. Candlelight the only glow that worships the radiance of her features. Shortly after when I lead her out onto the balcony, we begin to dance, my hand in hers, my arm around her waist bringing her close so our eyes never leave the others.
Normally I'm careful not to let someone stare into my soul, very guarded about what they might see within the true me, but for some reason I encourage her as I gaze just as deeply into her eyes. I want her to see more then my soul. I want her to see my heart and all the passion and desire I hold there waiting for her to discover.
As we continued to dance I place her hand against my heartbeat in hope she feels it echo her name. It's just that moment she rests her head against my chest as she moves ever closer against me. That moment more profound then heaven on earth.
In my dream, the rest of the night is spent sharing our deepest thoughts by the fire. We sit sipping champagne and sharing our deepest thoughts. I tell her how I long to write the perfect song for the perfect woman, while she confesses how she longs to choreograph the perfect dance. The time fly's as we share all the little things that mean so much. And then it happens.
As I gaze into her eyes, the call of her soul pulls toward mine. Slowly we begin to breach distance, and time stands still once again. My hand gently approaches her face, my thumb glides across her cheek while fingers comb her hair behind her ear. My lips part as I move steadily closer. Her eyes flutter closed as her lips whisper a warm invitation.
And it's just about then my alarm clock goes off, or somebody yells, "Excuse me sir, your change...," and reality takes presence.
I'm falling in love with this woman whom I've barley exchanged words, and there's nothing I can do to stop these trails of sweet dreams.
Normally playing my music on the balcony takes my mind down another path, but now the illusive distraction of these dreams have even treaded through here. Today I finally gave in and composed this song:
A dream yet to come true
There we were watching the sunset, we were holding one another's hand.
Walking slowly across the beach, as the waves were crashing on the sand.
As we spent time together sharing feelings, as we sat down upon the shore.
I knew deep down inside my heart, there is nothing I wanted more.
It is just an other lover's dream.
Trying so hard to make it true.
By showing the feelings I have for you.
As my heart keeps ripping at the seams.
Cause you only love me in my dreams.
Later that night we sat at the table, close together by the candlelight.
We started to talk about the future, and how it seemed so right.
That night as time passed I opened up, and I gave to you the key to my heart.
For the first time love seemed so real, and there was nothing that could tear us apart.
It is just an other lover's dream.
Trying so hard to make it true.
By showing the feelings I have for you.
As my heart keeps ripping at the seams.
Cause you only love me in my dreams.
And as the night came to an end, you kissed me and said goodnight.
As I started to wave farewell, I found myself waking to a lonely sight.
You see it was only a dream, that I shared that night with you.
But tell me do you think that, this dream has a chance of ever coming true.
But will it just be an other lover's dream.
I keep on trying so hard to make it true.
By showing the feelings I have for you.
But my heart just keeps ripping at the seams.
Cause you only love me in my dreams.
After I sang this song on the balcony I was overcome with emotion. I'm not sure why, maybe because I'm wishing for the day my dream comes true, and she actually gets to hear these words.
I pray someday she'll hear this song."
Seifer
"How can I tell your dreams come true?", Quistis whisper as her own eyes mist with emotion touched once more to the very depths of her being.
Suddenly her eyes glimpse another page...
"...I saw her last night as I laid in the dark.
With a lone candle burning, and thoughts of only her flooding my senses, I wondered how it would be between us if she were beside me.
Beginning to drift along paths of a fantasy, I dared thoughts of all the things I'd say and the many ways I'd reveal my feelings to her. I could almost trace her soft skin, hear her breath catch as I whisper words, smell her sweet hair, savor her parted lips.
But before I lost myself to the wonder of her, I noticed the play of shadows the candle cast. Fascinated by the trip of flickering light against the wall, I brought the candle over to my bed.
As it flickered, the hypnotic movement entranced my thoughts, meshing fantasy and flame. So gracefully, peacefully, and beautifully did that flame burn, that my thoughts took on a new direction of how so like her it was.
Continuing my indulgence, my attention was drawn to the way the flame flickered even more now then it had before, and I realized why. The flame fluttered like never before to the stir of my every breath, dancing to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
Reality suddenly became an unknown word as the flame began to consume my senses.
The heated flair called to me as I laid there, and slowly my hand reached out to the flame approaching it with instilled tenderness. I briefly ran my fingertips against it as it curled around my touch in a soft glow of passion, as if it felt me touching it for the first time.
From that very first caress hot sensation ran through every nerve of my body finding the nature of every corner of my soul.
Trailing the curves of its hallowed orb I became more intoxicated by the slow swaying flicker of each passing touch.
Time after time I caressed its light, marveling at the passionate sway of response and the warm sensation that ran though my being. With each passing, my touch slowed to savor every single movement.
It wasn't enough. As both my hands brushed tender tails of longing across the hallowed orb of light, its call pulled me closer so that my stirring breath fanned its light to jump and swirl, as if it was dancing to the rhythm of love.
Cradling my palms around the radiance of light I moved so close I could feel the heat of the flame trail across my lips. Very slowly I exhaled, letting the flame dance along trails of longing. When I next breathed, the flames heat tenderly passed through me, its warmth delving deep within my body, within my heart, and all the way to my soul.
The next thing I remember is waking up this morning to find the flame gone. Somehow I had fallen asleep giving the flame its freedom to burn as it wished. All that remained was the melted wax and the memories of the night before.
I will never forget the night I was kissed by a flame."
Seifer
"Dear heaven above", Quistis breathlessly whipered. Taking deep steadying breaths to calm the wave of passionate awareness, her eyes close for a few brief moments as images flash of his touch trailing paths of tender torment along the curves of her skin and kisses intoxicate her senses.
It feels like only seconds have passed before she hear her name spoken beyond the rooms' boundaries.
Still kneeling on the floor behind his desk, Quistis nearly panic and hope she can't be seen from the door way. However, the soft sounds of footsteps that come closer while her name is uttered again, assures her there was enough space between the floor and his desk to make her presence known.
Knowing at any moment she was going to have to explain her actions, her eyes catch on her friends purse a few feet away. With out time to consider the consequences, Quistis grasp the 'duffel' sized cary-all, loosen strings, and drop his diary within it. Just as Seifer comes around the desk into view, Quistis was managing to tighten purse strings while calling herself all sorts of a fool for what she had done.
A wild array of excuses run through her mind, and blurting out a lie about a lost earring, Quistis scramble to her feet careful to avoid his eyes.
Thankful her golden hair manages to cover-up the discovery, she quickly grab her friends purse in hand, nervously comment on the late hour, and without even saying goodbye, rush out of the room with her senses still reeling from the inner flame that his written words have stirred within her...
Author's notes:
Thanks for the reviews. ^-^ isn't it sort of boring? I hope its not…im not really good at script writing, as you can see, not so many dialogues ^-^ well I hope you'll enjoy reading it anyway :)