Title: Knowing You More
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Chapter Nine: Surprise Surprise!
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"I'm not going out. I'm not going out. I'm not going out. Of course I'm not going out!" Quistis rocked back and forth in the bathtub, the water raining down on her. She had been in Seifer's bathroom for almost an hour, and had been thinking up of a way to get herself out of this mess. She thought that pretending to have a shower would be a good idea to waste some of Seifer's time. Yeah, she was in the shower, but after that, she'll change back into her clothes and . . . well, she still didn't know what to do.
"This is sick!" she grumbled under her breath. "There's no way I'm going out there naked in front of that . . . jerk!"
She reached for the shampoo and squirted some on her hair.
"I'll fight him! Oh, shit! I don't have my whip! No matter, I'll fight him off with my bare hands!"
She stood up abruptly with her eyes closed. She heard a "bog!" and before she knew it, she had slipped and was lying with her back on the floor of the tub.
"Ouch again!" she almost yelled.
A knock on the door made her open her eyes. The shampoo blinded her and she hurried back up to her feet, frantically holding her head up to the shower to let the water clean the shampoo off her eyes.
"Quistis! Are you okay?" she heard Seifer ask from the other side of the door.
"Yes, I am!" she called back.
"What's taking you so long? Come out here already!"
"Uh . . . I'm preparing! Don't worry, I'm coming out!"
"Good!"
"Asshole."
Quistis stayed in the tub for another fifteen minutes. She didn't have the guts to go out and fight Seifer off, yet. After this whole thing is over, she's going to have to ask Zell to tutor her for self-defense.
She groaned loudly leaned on the wall of the tub.
'What am I going to do?' she asked herself silently. 'Can I fight a guy like him off? I've got to admit, Seifer is better in fighting than me.'
She covered her face with her hands. She was stuck there with no idea of what to do. In a few minutes, she'll get Seifer very impatient and that'll make him more difficult to handle. If only she didn't agree to the gang about the dare . . . What had she done?
Suddenly, a voice so clear and near spoke up.
"Quistis, are sure you're okay?"
Quistis looked up and saw an outline of a person standing behind the curtain. Her heart stopped and her eyes widened with fear. Why was Seifer standing there?
"Hey, Quistis! Are you still there, or not?"
Before she could stop herself, Quistis screamed loudly.
"What the --?" Seifer pulled back the shower curtain.
No sound came out of Quistis' mouth after that. She was staring at Seifer with a surprised look on her face.
"S-Seifer?" she whispered.
"What were you screaming about?" Seifer asked urgently. He looked the same as he did when he entered his room. Only, he had his palm to his eyes and the other was holding a towel out to Quistis.
Quistis didn't know what to say. She expected Seifer with no clothes at all, and that the moment he drew back the curtain, he would have a wolfish grin on his face.
"You sounded stupid when you screamed," Seifer went on. "I didn't know you could imitate crows." He waved the towel he was holding out to Quistis. "Here, take it."
"I . . . I thought you were going to . . ." Quistis couldn't say the word.
"What, do you think I'm that desperate?" Seifer said sarcastically. "I'm not that kind of guy, Quistis. Now get the stupid towel. I'm getting tired covering my eyes."
Quistis slowly took the towel from him and wrapped it around her body. She stared at Seifer with both confusion and amazement.
"Can I look now?" Seifer asked.
"Uh . . . it's still a bit . . . revealing."
Seifer snickered and dropped his hand from his eyes. He looked at Quistis straight at the face.
Inside, Quistis was more surprised than she looked. Firstly, she thought Seifer was going to attack and attempt to rape her then and there. Second, Seifer appeared with respect for her. Third, when he uncovered his eyes he didn't look anywhere, but at Quistis' face.
In her mind, there was only one question she was dying to know what the answer was: Was this the real Seifer?
"I took your clothes to the laundry."
Quistis raised an eyebrow. "And how did you do that?" she asked.
"I went in earlier when you were planning on how to fight me with your bare hands."
"But I thought you were outside. . . ."
"Before I heard the loud noise, I was outside. Now come on out there." Seifer held out his hand to Quistis, who took it and let him lead her to his room. He pointed at his bed and said, "Lie down."
Quistis gripped his hand. "I thought you weren't going to touch me?"
Seifer made a face. "I just said 'lie down'. Not 'strip off the towel and let me have it'. I'm not going to touch you, so don't worry. Just lie down on your stomach."
"You're sick, you know that?" Quistis said angrily. "There's no way I'm going to allow you to go into me!"
Seifer pushed her to the bed. "Just lie down!" he said forcefully.
Quistis gasped. She scrambled to the very side of the bed and stared at him in horror.
"I'm not going to touch you!"
"You're a liar."
Seifer rolled his eyes. He ignored Quistis and took a small bottle out from his bed-side table drawer.
Quistis watched him as he poured some of the bottle's contents into his hands and spread it all over. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"What are you doing?" she asked him suspiciously. "You don't do that before you have sex, do you?"
"No, but I do this before I do something to a person," Seifer replied. He turned to her and pulled her arm.
"Hey! That hurts!"
Seifer grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed. Now, she was lying face down on Seifer's bed.
"Seifer, please don't do it! I beg you, Seifer!"
"Oh, it just pleases me to hear your pleading voice, Instructor!" Seifer said in mock.
Quistis felt the towel around her being pulled down. She bit her lip as she felt her back being bared and naked.
"Seifer, please. . . ."
She buried her face on Seifer's pillow and began to cry. Seifer's hands touched her shoulders caressingly, and to her opinion, he was just getting started to do what he desired to do. Then she felt weight drop down beside her.
"Quistis, are you crying?"
She pulled away slowly, but Seifer had his grip firm on her shoulders. She looked up at him through her tears.
"I would do anything, Seifer, just please don't do this to me," she cried softly.
Seifer sighed and patted her bare back with his hands. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.
Quistis blinked. "Pardon?" she asked.
"Your back. Does it still it hurt?" Seifer repeated for her.
"But . . . why are you asking that?"
Seifer sighed. "Quistis, Quistis! Your back is the reason for all this. Didn't you say it hurts just a while ago? Well, if it doesn't anymore, then I won't continue this," he explained. "Just so you'll have your body censored," he added.
Quistis began to sit up, but Seifer stopped her.
"Don't tempt me, Quistis," he said, pushing her back to the bed.
"What did you mean, Seifer?"
"Just tell me if you want to continue, or not?"
"What is it first?"
"Yes, or no?"
"I don't think - oh, fine! Yes, so I'll know what you're talking about."
"Okay, then. All I need now is for you to relax and don't do anything stupid. Rest your head on your hands now."
Quistis did as she was told. Pretty soon, she felt Seifer moving on the bed and finally, on top of her.
"I knew it!" she shrieked. "Get off me!"
"There's no turning back, Quistis!" Seifer said in a sing-song voice.
Quistis tried to pull herself up, but couldn't under Seifer's waist. But because of her wriggling, she didn't feel Seifer's weight transfer to her buttocks.
"Seifer, I can't breathe! Get off me, you freak!"
"Hey, I'm sitting on your ass! Not on your back! Now just relax and follow my hands!"
Quistis gripped the pillow and once again buried her face on it. She didn't know what to do now. She can't fight Seifer off. But something made her stop herself from crying. She looked aside to glance at Seifer and found a smile on his face. Just as he had said, she relaxed a little and loosened her clutch on the pillow. She lied there for a few minutes. She smiled and enjoyed the pleasure Seifer was now giving her.
That's when she realized Seifer was true to his words. He didn't do anything to her. All he did was massage her back.
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Author's note: I'm so sorry for being one day and a half day late to upload this chapter! It's the start of school and well, I didn't have the time to write this. Actually, I did have the time. Only, my mom didn't want me to use the computer. I was a little addicted to it . . . Hehe! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please don't forget your reviews! Thanks again for them, I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Chapter Nine: Surprise Surprise!
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"I'm not going out. I'm not going out. I'm not going out. Of course I'm not going out!" Quistis rocked back and forth in the bathtub, the water raining down on her. She had been in Seifer's bathroom for almost an hour, and had been thinking up of a way to get herself out of this mess. She thought that pretending to have a shower would be a good idea to waste some of Seifer's time. Yeah, she was in the shower, but after that, she'll change back into her clothes and . . . well, she still didn't know what to do.
"This is sick!" she grumbled under her breath. "There's no way I'm going out there naked in front of that . . . jerk!"
She reached for the shampoo and squirted some on her hair.
"I'll fight him! Oh, shit! I don't have my whip! No matter, I'll fight him off with my bare hands!"
She stood up abruptly with her eyes closed. She heard a "bog!" and before she knew it, she had slipped and was lying with her back on the floor of the tub.
"Ouch again!" she almost yelled.
A knock on the door made her open her eyes. The shampoo blinded her and she hurried back up to her feet, frantically holding her head up to the shower to let the water clean the shampoo off her eyes.
"Quistis! Are you okay?" she heard Seifer ask from the other side of the door.
"Yes, I am!" she called back.
"What's taking you so long? Come out here already!"
"Uh . . . I'm preparing! Don't worry, I'm coming out!"
"Good!"
"Asshole."
Quistis stayed in the tub for another fifteen minutes. She didn't have the guts to go out and fight Seifer off, yet. After this whole thing is over, she's going to have to ask Zell to tutor her for self-defense.
She groaned loudly leaned on the wall of the tub.
'What am I going to do?' she asked herself silently. 'Can I fight a guy like him off? I've got to admit, Seifer is better in fighting than me.'
She covered her face with her hands. She was stuck there with no idea of what to do. In a few minutes, she'll get Seifer very impatient and that'll make him more difficult to handle. If only she didn't agree to the gang about the dare . . . What had she done?
Suddenly, a voice so clear and near spoke up.
"Quistis, are sure you're okay?"
Quistis looked up and saw an outline of a person standing behind the curtain. Her heart stopped and her eyes widened with fear. Why was Seifer standing there?
"Hey, Quistis! Are you still there, or not?"
Before she could stop herself, Quistis screamed loudly.
"What the --?" Seifer pulled back the shower curtain.
No sound came out of Quistis' mouth after that. She was staring at Seifer with a surprised look on her face.
"S-Seifer?" she whispered.
"What were you screaming about?" Seifer asked urgently. He looked the same as he did when he entered his room. Only, he had his palm to his eyes and the other was holding a towel out to Quistis.
Quistis didn't know what to say. She expected Seifer with no clothes at all, and that the moment he drew back the curtain, he would have a wolfish grin on his face.
"You sounded stupid when you screamed," Seifer went on. "I didn't know you could imitate crows." He waved the towel he was holding out to Quistis. "Here, take it."
"I . . . I thought you were going to . . ." Quistis couldn't say the word.
"What, do you think I'm that desperate?" Seifer said sarcastically. "I'm not that kind of guy, Quistis. Now get the stupid towel. I'm getting tired covering my eyes."
Quistis slowly took the towel from him and wrapped it around her body. She stared at Seifer with both confusion and amazement.
"Can I look now?" Seifer asked.
"Uh . . . it's still a bit . . . revealing."
Seifer snickered and dropped his hand from his eyes. He looked at Quistis straight at the face.
Inside, Quistis was more surprised than she looked. Firstly, she thought Seifer was going to attack and attempt to rape her then and there. Second, Seifer appeared with respect for her. Third, when he uncovered his eyes he didn't look anywhere, but at Quistis' face.
In her mind, there was only one question she was dying to know what the answer was: Was this the real Seifer?
"I took your clothes to the laundry."
Quistis raised an eyebrow. "And how did you do that?" she asked.
"I went in earlier when you were planning on how to fight me with your bare hands."
"But I thought you were outside. . . ."
"Before I heard the loud noise, I was outside. Now come on out there." Seifer held out his hand to Quistis, who took it and let him lead her to his room. He pointed at his bed and said, "Lie down."
Quistis gripped his hand. "I thought you weren't going to touch me?"
Seifer made a face. "I just said 'lie down'. Not 'strip off the towel and let me have it'. I'm not going to touch you, so don't worry. Just lie down on your stomach."
"You're sick, you know that?" Quistis said angrily. "There's no way I'm going to allow you to go into me!"
Seifer pushed her to the bed. "Just lie down!" he said forcefully.
Quistis gasped. She scrambled to the very side of the bed and stared at him in horror.
"I'm not going to touch you!"
"You're a liar."
Seifer rolled his eyes. He ignored Quistis and took a small bottle out from his bed-side table drawer.
Quistis watched him as he poured some of the bottle's contents into his hands and spread it all over. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"What are you doing?" she asked him suspiciously. "You don't do that before you have sex, do you?"
"No, but I do this before I do something to a person," Seifer replied. He turned to her and pulled her arm.
"Hey! That hurts!"
Seifer grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed. Now, she was lying face down on Seifer's bed.
"Seifer, please don't do it! I beg you, Seifer!"
"Oh, it just pleases me to hear your pleading voice, Instructor!" Seifer said in mock.
Quistis felt the towel around her being pulled down. She bit her lip as she felt her back being bared and naked.
"Seifer, please. . . ."
She buried her face on Seifer's pillow and began to cry. Seifer's hands touched her shoulders caressingly, and to her opinion, he was just getting started to do what he desired to do. Then she felt weight drop down beside her.
"Quistis, are you crying?"
She pulled away slowly, but Seifer had his grip firm on her shoulders. She looked up at him through her tears.
"I would do anything, Seifer, just please don't do this to me," she cried softly.
Seifer sighed and patted her bare back with his hands. "Does it still hurt?" he asked.
Quistis blinked. "Pardon?" she asked.
"Your back. Does it still it hurt?" Seifer repeated for her.
"But . . . why are you asking that?"
Seifer sighed. "Quistis, Quistis! Your back is the reason for all this. Didn't you say it hurts just a while ago? Well, if it doesn't anymore, then I won't continue this," he explained. "Just so you'll have your body censored," he added.
Quistis began to sit up, but Seifer stopped her.
"Don't tempt me, Quistis," he said, pushing her back to the bed.
"What did you mean, Seifer?"
"Just tell me if you want to continue, or not?"
"What is it first?"
"Yes, or no?"
"I don't think - oh, fine! Yes, so I'll know what you're talking about."
"Okay, then. All I need now is for you to relax and don't do anything stupid. Rest your head on your hands now."
Quistis did as she was told. Pretty soon, she felt Seifer moving on the bed and finally, on top of her.
"I knew it!" she shrieked. "Get off me!"
"There's no turning back, Quistis!" Seifer said in a sing-song voice.
Quistis tried to pull herself up, but couldn't under Seifer's waist. But because of her wriggling, she didn't feel Seifer's weight transfer to her buttocks.
"Seifer, I can't breathe! Get off me, you freak!"
"Hey, I'm sitting on your ass! Not on your back! Now just relax and follow my hands!"
Quistis gripped the pillow and once again buried her face on it. She didn't know what to do now. She can't fight Seifer off. But something made her stop herself from crying. She looked aside to glance at Seifer and found a smile on his face. Just as he had said, she relaxed a little and loosened her clutch on the pillow. She lied there for a few minutes. She smiled and enjoyed the pleasure Seifer was now giving her.
That's when she realized Seifer was true to his words. He didn't do anything to her. All he did was massage her back.
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Author's note: I'm so sorry for being one day and a half day late to upload this chapter! It's the start of school and well, I didn't have the time to write this. Actually, I did have the time. Only, my mom didn't want me to use the computer. I was a little addicted to it . . . Hehe! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please don't forget your reviews! Thanks again for them, I really appreciate it.