A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! A lot of people want this to be a Quall. shrug That's what it is then! Anyways, the two songs in this chapter are by Rufus Wainright "Complainte de la Butte" and Des'ree "Kissing You"

Chapter Eleven

Quistis was unmasked. All the priestesses knew who she was, as did all the senators. She sighed softly as she watched the people dancing the night away. She was in a simple pink dress. It shaped her upper body perfectly, small straps holding the dress up. Past her waist, the dress flared out, giving her room to move her legs freely. She politely waved to one person and nodded her head to another. Everyone was shocked to learn that Rinoa was the 'assassin' that wanted to kill Laguna. A few of the priestesses were angered that Quistis had lied, but they understood.

Squall and Irvine both had matching bruises on their faces. Squall continuesly rubbed his and his father continued to smack his hand away and shake a finger at him. Irvine simply gloated to the priestesses of how he achieved that mark. And how did he achieve it? By lying through his teeth. Quistis sighed and waved to another person who was absolutely infatuated with her. How she loathed those types of people. Quistis sat down slowly rubbing her ankles. Despite the fact she loved wearing heels, and they made her slightly taller, a good five foot seven inches, they did kill her feet. She sighed and grabbed a glass of champagne from the table. She sipped at it slowly, watching the crowd move around in a dance. Laguna was enticed in by a rather attractive female, and Squall was left to gaze out towards the balcony. Quistis stood up, her feet throbbing, ordering her to stop.

But Quistis went on. She walked towards Squall, step by step. The music played softly and the tranquil sounds of the violins soothed her feet somewhat. Squall turned just as she went walking by him. Her golden hair fanned out against her back, her black dress dipping slightly onto the floor. Squall raised one eyebrow as she walked out onto the balcony he was just gazing at. He pushed himself to follow her.

"Hey," he mumbled, leaning against the railing with Quistis.

She smiled softly. "Hey," she responded.

The two were quiet for sometime, their eyes never meeting as they took stolen glances at each other. He cleared his throat as another song came on. This one was more familiar to Quistis. Her ears perked up as the music started to grow louder. The piano melody echoed in her mind. Suddenly, Squall grasped her hand, pulling her from the balcony and onto the dance floor. A soft accordian sound echoed behind the piano's melodic charm and the violin's harmony. She gently placed her hand onto his shoulder, his hand dropping down to her waist, their left hands closing in each other, their fingers intwined. They slowly began to sway with the melody, Squall turning her ever so slightly as the music continued.

Quistis blushed as he moved his fingers from hers and wrapped his hand around hers. It was so intense, his eyes that soft blue again, their bodies close to each. Squall rested his head against hers. Her head rested on his shoulder, breathing in his deep musk. There was a soft hint of cologne and Quistis immediately picked up the scent. She had fallen in love with that scent.

Squall suddenly pulled away, their left hands still holding each other. He pulled her back, and she took the hint to spin. Her black dress slowly fanned out, her blonde hair twirling with her. It was as if they were the only two on the dance floor at that time. He held onto her waist, slowly whispering the lyrics to the song into her ear. "Je sens votre dispositif d'accrochage qui cherche ma main. Je sens votre coffre et votre taille fine. J'oublie ma douleur que je me sens sur vos lèvres. Et sous votre caresse je sens une intoxication qui me détruit."

Quistis suddenly looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. "How do you know that?" she whispered, which was hardly audible.

He gave her a half smile, pushing her away and pulling her back in. He grasped her waist and swayed to the music as the cresando was beginning. He merely shrugged, holding her close to him. "I love this song," he merely stated.

Quistis smiled fondly and continued to rest her head against his chest as he softly whispered the lyrics to the song. The song ended and Squall gently kissed the top of her head. They walked off the dance floor as the waltz was coming on. Squall glanced around, grasping her hand tightly and pulled her along out of the dancing hall. Quistis followed him along, still mesmerized by the fact that he knew the lyrics to that song. Her favorite song. And he sang it in the original language.

They suddenly reached a small corridor. Squall leaned against the wall and pulled her over to him. Quistis smiled politely, keeping her head on his chest. For a while, they just stood there, the soft music of the waltz echoing into the hallway. Suddenly, a new song came on. Quistis smiled brightly and grabbed his hand, pulling him off of the wall and slowly dancing with him. She started to whisper the lyrics to the song, loud enough for Squall's ears to hear it. "Pride can stand a thousand trials, the strong will never fall."

"Are you singing?" he whispered softly in her ear.

"But watching stars without you...my soul cried...heaving heart is full of pain," she continued to sing.

"I can't believe you're singing," he whispered again.

"Oh, oh the aching..." He smiled down at her. "Cause I'm...kissing you...oh...I'm...kissing you, oh..." He kept smiling down at her, swaying with the music that played from the hall. "Touch...me deep...pure and true...give to me...forever...Cause I'm...kissing you," she started to sing louder now, "I'm...kissing you, oh..."

The violins and piano now took over their dancing. Squall looked down at her, amazed by her voice. They had stopped dancing, and it was more of slight swaying. Quistis had her head turned down, unable to look at Squall, her cheeks red with embarassment. "Where...are you now..." Squall walked away from her. "Where...are you now...Cause I'm..."

Squall grasped her head and kissed her deeply, having her unable to finish her song to him. She was hypnotized by his kiss, his soft hand rubbing her cheek gently. Her hand slowly etched its way up to his face, rubbing his bruise softly, before placing her hands around his neck. She had stopped singing, but the lyrics echoed in her mind. "Kissing you..." A sadder voice sung out in her mind, but strong and loving at the same time, "I'm...kissing you oh!"

A/N: No, this is not the ending. Although it would be one sweet ass ending...When I first heard "Complainte de la Butte", I was amazed beyond belief. It's in French. My boyfriend actually said that line to me while we were just listening to relaxing cause Rufus Wainright is his FAVORITE singer ever and I love that song to death. Not to mention my boyfriend speaks French fluently (INSERT BIG CHEESY GRIN) The lyrics mean: "I feel your device of fixing which seeks my hand. I feel your trunk and your fine size. I forget my pain that I feel on your lips. And under your caress I feel an intoxication which destroys me." Please Note: The song is from the movie, Moulin Rouge.

The next song, by Des'Ree is my song. It's from the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack. The new one, with Leonardo Di'Caprio and Claire Daines.

Question: Do you guys want me to continue, or end it here and now as it is?

Also: The contest results are in! It was a tought tie between Squall/Quistis and Seifer/Quistis. So, look out for my new story simply called "Love" to find out!