AN: OH MY GAWD, I updated!!! That's.. crazy!! Like, a miracle! I GREATLY apologize for not updating, but I've been going through a stage where not only have I had serious writers block, but I've been expanding my fandoms. Meaning- no seiftis muses T_T. Please forgive me for not writing more . (because I'm sure that little explanation proves to everyone that I've had good reason for not updating in a year)
Thank you to all of my reviewers, I love you guys!!
Seifer slammed open the door, nearly breaking it once more. Balamb's janitors had finally gotten around to fixing it, and would not have been pleased had their work been in vain.
Marching up to the bed, Seifer dropped his burden on the hard mattress, and grabbed the desk chair for himself. Quistis had done quite a bit of damage on his back, and he wasn't sure how much longer his legs would hold up under the pain. Being a natural fighter, he had a high tolerance for pain, but an angry woman had the strength of a full grown t-rexaur.
Easing himself into the padded leather chair, he allowed a small grin at Quistis, who had quit thrashing a few moments before and was pouting like a scolded three year old. Had Seifer not been so angry at the time, he would have found it cute. Even so, it was cute enough to ease his temper a little. But all that was beside the point. He didn't drag an angsty and sincerely pissed off instructor half way across the garden to admire the child like tendencies in the ever so mature young woman. He had a job to do.
"You will not go back to that place."
That was the wrong thing to say, apparently. Quistis snapped out of her reverie, "What do you mean, 'I will not go back to that place'?! You think you can order me around like my father, Almasy? I'll go back if I want to go back, and I do, thank you very much!"
Seifer thought seriously for a moment, he needed a better tactic and fast. "Do you really want to? I can't understand why anyone would want to disrespect themselves like that," ah, logic, the one thing Quistis couldn't win against.
"I have to go back!"
"But you didn't answer my question, do you want to?"
"I, well, no, not exactly."
"Then why do it?"
"I already told you Seifer, I have to! I have my reasons and they're none of your business, solely mine. And speaking of my business, it's past time you told me why the hell you were past out in the infirmary!" And yet again the tables turn.
Seifer growled at this, and a feral grin crossed his face. "You tell me, I tell you instructor."
"Oh really? How bout you tell me or I tell the commander about not only your little trip to the doctors, but also about your insubordination?"
"First of all, my dear, I believe you were the one who wanted me back here. If you want me gone so badly, just say the word and I'm out of here. The Commander need not be troubled with such trivial matters. Now something I DO believe he should be troubled with would be the preferred past time of one of his most trusted and high-ranking SeeDs. Don't you agree?"
Seifer was, at this point, on the bed with Quistis, pinning her down in order to keep her from storming out of the room in a fit of rage, which he was positive she was very close to doing. He really didn't feel like chasing after her, because truth be told, Seifer did enjoy being back at Garden and had no intention what so ever of telling the Commander about her job.
All ideas Quistis had about marching out of the room and up to Squall's office vanished. The body covering hers was causing things to happen in her that she never thought she would feel again. When someone begins working solely to please others, they tend to forget what it's like to enjoy something themselves this was an almost alien feeling, and all he was doing was lying on top of her. Not doing anything remotely sexual, not even moving, just laying motionless on top of her, and yet she was enjoying it. Much more than she should have been, especially since he wasn't trying to do anything but keep her from running.
Seifer felt her breath hitching underneath him, and the frightened look in her eyes was almost amusing. If she were so insistent that she had a reason to work, he'd just have to give her a reason to stay. He subtly lowered his head a few inches, so she could feel his slow, steady breathing caress her neck, and he felt her heart beat immediately speed up.
"Seifer, please get off… please, " She sounded so pitiful.
"Right, like that's happening. You'll just go right back to that whore house if I do, we both know that," his voice was barely more than a growl, but it sent a shiver up her spine all the same.
He would go to any length to keep her from going back to that place, and as he let the wave of protectiveness wash over him, he vaguely wondered why he really cared so much about something that was no problem of his. He'd think about all that later, Quistis was beginning to squirm underneath him and it seemed for a moment that his brilliant plan might backfire. Swallowing hard, He hoped Quistis didn't notice his sudden change in attitude, or anything else for that matter.
"Please Seifer, I swear I wont go tonight. Just let me go, I need to think," her voice was eerily soft, and it was obvious her mind was racing, trying to comprehend all that was happening.
Seeing the look of near pain on her face, Seifer gently removed his weight from her smaller frame, laid down with his back to the wall and closed his eyes. He felt the bed shift as Quistis got up from the bed. She walked over to the closet, pulled out her normal training attire and went into the bathroom to change. A moment later she returned to the room, grabbed her whip from the desk and attached it to her belt before leaving the room, closing the door softer than it had been closed in a good three days. She hadn't even bothered to warn Seifer about going around and causing trouble.
Seifer cringed, he had known what he was doing to her, and he had done it to women before. Unfortunately he had forgotten to take into account Quistis was not like many other females. But he couldn't go back and change the past, and at least she wasn't going to sell herself tonight. He'd just have to be a little gentler with her next time.
Getting up off the bed himself, he picked his trench coat up from the crumpled heap it was laying in on the ground. It was time to get to the bottom of the Balamb bug mystery.
AN: ack, no one to edit this for me . If anyone wants to, please do. I'd be overly happy if you did. I'm thinking that I might actually get to that lemon after all, I've been practicing. If you want proof, go check out my Kingdom Hearts story!! XD ::shameless plug::
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