Title: Knowing You More
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Note: Again, sorry for being late. Thanks for agreeing with me about school. Can you believe, second day of school and I already have, like, three assignments! THREE assignments! Arrgh! Good thing, I got drama. Thanks for all your reviews, by the way. I really appreciate them! Please keep 'em coming!
Chapter Twelve: The Kiss
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Seifer stared deep into Quistis' light blue eyes, which stared back with the same surprised but passionate glint. Their faces were only an inch apart, their noses touching each other.
For a moment, not one of them moved. They just sat frozen in their spot, unable to say what they wanted to say.
The soft drops of rain kept echoing through the vast field, where they sat under the white overcoat Seifer held up to protect them and keep them warm.
Yes, warm. Inside, both wanted to find each other's warmness and love, desired to hold each other so longingly and passionately.
Finally, Quistis' lips parted and a small whisper came out.
"Seifer."
Seifer wasn't aware. It just came so swiftly, it took over his body. As if a streak of lightning had just hit him. It happened so fast, he didn't know what he had done.
Probably Quistis had happened to feel the same way. 'Cause she responded to Seifer's quick move.
It was a very beautiful feeling. Their hearts beat loudly against their chests, their eyes closing firmly and their lips longing for more of a kiss.
As cool as the wind may be, Seifer felt himself starting to sweat. He could feel Quistis' hands run across his hair and rest on his neck. He had forgotten all about his overcoat, for he had dropped it onto them.
They kept on kissing, not sparing time to even breathe. They didn't want this special moment to be spoiled. They wanted more, more from each other.
And Seifer pushed himself against Quistis, and both lied down on the ground. He didn't feel Quistis' hands leave him, and so did her lips.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth and massaged her own.
Quistis pulled him closer to have more of what he could give, but parted obligingly with his lead.
He looked down at Quistis with shock in his eyes.
Quistis looked back, confused and obviously, wanted everything he had.
This stayed constant. The two didn't move, just as they had done before they performed the kiss.
The drops of rain lessened completely and the sky began to lighten. Rays of yellow sunlight tried to seep through the overcoat, but wasn't at all successful.
Seifer finally made a move, which was to take off the overcoat that covered them. He sat straight and stared at the ground, trying to reflect his actions earlier.
Quistis hoisted herself up in also a sitting position and faced Seifer with much passion. She reached over and touched Seifer's hand.
"Seifer."
Seifer looked at her with a guilty expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely. "I didn't mean to . . . kiss you."
Quistis blinked in surprise. It took her time to let in what he just said and finally, she smiled warmly.
"You don't have to apologize," she said quietly.
"Quistis, that kiss wasn't supposed to happen," Seifer pointed out. "I'm a student and you're an instructor. I'm a brat, you're not. And . . . I love you, but you don't."
Quistis looked down at the ground.
Seifer bit his lip.
He knew it. He knew Quistis never did love him. Of course, why would she? He felt silly for ever kissing her. She knew he just made a complete fool of himself.
But he was wrong.
"I loved it," Quistis whispered.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Uh. . . ."
Quistis smiled. "I loved it that you kissed me," she rephrased.
Seifer couldn't believe his ears. He gave Quistis a sign of confusion.
"But I don't understand, Quistis."
Quistis sighed dramatically. She shook her head, while laughing silently, then leaned over and kissed Seifer quickly but gently on the lips. She drew back and watched Seifer's sudden change of expression.
He had a kind of dreamy look on his face.
"Now do you understand?" Quistis asked, tilting her head to one side and giving Seifer a questioning look.
Seifer gave her a little smile and nodded. "But . . . Quistis, you know it's against the rules," he said.
"You're the one making rules, right?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Did you like it?"
"The what?"
"The kiss."
"Are you kidding? Of course, I did! You were great! I enjoyed --"
Quistis glanced at Seifer, and he stopped. She giggled at his sudden shyness.
Seifer smiled. Then his face crumpled into seriousness.
"Quistis," he said silently, "how did you?"
Quistis looked at him and said, "You made me, Seifer."
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Note: Do you get the "Quistis, how did you?" thing? If not, the question meant, "How did you fall in love with me?" or something kind of like that. So, did you guys like it? Hope you did! Sorry again for being late! Don't forget your reviews please!
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Note: Again, sorry for being late. Thanks for agreeing with me about school. Can you believe, second day of school and I already have, like, three assignments! THREE assignments! Arrgh! Good thing, I got drama. Thanks for all your reviews, by the way. I really appreciate them! Please keep 'em coming!
Chapter Twelve: The Kiss
*****************************************************
Seifer stared deep into Quistis' light blue eyes, which stared back with the same surprised but passionate glint. Their faces were only an inch apart, their noses touching each other.
For a moment, not one of them moved. They just sat frozen in their spot, unable to say what they wanted to say.
The soft drops of rain kept echoing through the vast field, where they sat under the white overcoat Seifer held up to protect them and keep them warm.
Yes, warm. Inside, both wanted to find each other's warmness and love, desired to hold each other so longingly and passionately.
Finally, Quistis' lips parted and a small whisper came out.
"Seifer."
Seifer wasn't aware. It just came so swiftly, it took over his body. As if a streak of lightning had just hit him. It happened so fast, he didn't know what he had done.
Probably Quistis had happened to feel the same way. 'Cause she responded to Seifer's quick move.
It was a very beautiful feeling. Their hearts beat loudly against their chests, their eyes closing firmly and their lips longing for more of a kiss.
As cool as the wind may be, Seifer felt himself starting to sweat. He could feel Quistis' hands run across his hair and rest on his neck. He had forgotten all about his overcoat, for he had dropped it onto them.
They kept on kissing, not sparing time to even breathe. They didn't want this special moment to be spoiled. They wanted more, more from each other.
And Seifer pushed himself against Quistis, and both lied down on the ground. He didn't feel Quistis' hands leave him, and so did her lips.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth and massaged her own.
Quistis pulled him closer to have more of what he could give, but parted obligingly with his lead.
He looked down at Quistis with shock in his eyes.
Quistis looked back, confused and obviously, wanted everything he had.
This stayed constant. The two didn't move, just as they had done before they performed the kiss.
The drops of rain lessened completely and the sky began to lighten. Rays of yellow sunlight tried to seep through the overcoat, but wasn't at all successful.
Seifer finally made a move, which was to take off the overcoat that covered them. He sat straight and stared at the ground, trying to reflect his actions earlier.
Quistis hoisted herself up in also a sitting position and faced Seifer with much passion. She reached over and touched Seifer's hand.
"Seifer."
Seifer looked at her with a guilty expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely. "I didn't mean to . . . kiss you."
Quistis blinked in surprise. It took her time to let in what he just said and finally, she smiled warmly.
"You don't have to apologize," she said quietly.
"Quistis, that kiss wasn't supposed to happen," Seifer pointed out. "I'm a student and you're an instructor. I'm a brat, you're not. And . . . I love you, but you don't."
Quistis looked down at the ground.
Seifer bit his lip.
He knew it. He knew Quistis never did love him. Of course, why would she? He felt silly for ever kissing her. She knew he just made a complete fool of himself.
But he was wrong.
"I loved it," Quistis whispered.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Uh. . . ."
Quistis smiled. "I loved it that you kissed me," she rephrased.
Seifer couldn't believe his ears. He gave Quistis a sign of confusion.
"But I don't understand, Quistis."
Quistis sighed dramatically. She shook her head, while laughing silently, then leaned over and kissed Seifer quickly but gently on the lips. She drew back and watched Seifer's sudden change of expression.
He had a kind of dreamy look on his face.
"Now do you understand?" Quistis asked, tilting her head to one side and giving Seifer a questioning look.
Seifer gave her a little smile and nodded. "But . . . Quistis, you know it's against the rules," he said.
"You're the one making rules, right?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Did you like it?"
"The what?"
"The kiss."
"Are you kidding? Of course, I did! You were great! I enjoyed --"
Quistis glanced at Seifer, and he stopped. She giggled at his sudden shyness.
Seifer smiled. Then his face crumpled into seriousness.
"Quistis," he said silently, "how did you?"
Quistis looked at him and said, "You made me, Seifer."
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Note: Do you get the "Quistis, how did you?" thing? If not, the question meant, "How did you fall in love with me?" or something kind of like that. So, did you guys like it? Hope you did! Sorry again for being late! Don't forget your reviews please!