A/N: PLEASE READ FIRST! This chapter has mild sexual content and may disturb some people. If you have no problem with this please continue reading. If you DO have problems with sexual content DON'T read this chapter. Skip to Chapter 4. I'll have a short summary in the beginning for those who didn't read this chapter. I don't want to offend anyone. Thank you!
On the other hand, this is my first time writing anything with sexual content so yeah…bare with me if it sounds corny.
Chapter 3
It was already quite late into the evening. Most of the wedding guests were drunk and enjoying themselves, while Rinoa and Squall were dancing lost in their own world as their friends and family celebrated their union.
Quistis's face hurt from pretending to be overly happy for the couple. She was truly happy from them, but she was still hurting from the past rejection. When given the chance, she stepped out of the ballroom and out into the balcony with another full glass of champagne in her hands.
The breeze outside was cool on her flushed skin. She could feel the affect of the alcohol numbing her mind and body. Everything seemed so far and distant. She took another sip from her glass.
Seifer spotted a blond woman dressed in a bright blue dress out in the balcony and figured it was Quistis, since there were only two bridesmaids subjected to wear the electrifying blue dress. Quistis had obviously been avoiding him all evening, but he figured she was probably avoiding everyone in general.
He arrived at her side to see Quistis leaning her arm on the balcony and staring off into the dark night not noticing his presence. Seifer looked at the blonde woman next to him, and saw that her cheeks were quite flushed. She was drunk. Just as she brought her glass up to her lips, Seifer intervened and easily took the glass from Quistis's hand.
Quistis looked at her empty hand confused. She finally turned her head and notice Seifer standing next to her.
"I think you've had enough tonight, Trepe," Seifer said.
Quistis glared at him, she was in no condition to argue with him. "For your information I am not drunk. I'm just a little flushed from the alcohol."
"Sure, Trepe. I know a drunk woman when I see one."
"I bet," she muttered. "Seifer please just go away and leave me alone."
"What's this? I come all the way out here for a dance and you reject me before I even ask? I'm hurt." Quistis rolled her eyes and was about to grab her glass of champagne from Seifer, but her reaction was too slow and Seifer moved it out of her reach and drank the rest of the champagne.
Irritated she walked away and took another glass from the tray of a passing waiter. From the corner of her eye, she saw Seifer still following her. She quickly gulped down the glass of champagne, and returned it to the waiter's tray before Seifer could reach her.
"Okay, no more for you." He waved the waiter off. "Trepe, you are going to end up bowing to the toilet bowl gods very soon if you keep drinking like that."
"Why do you care, Seifer?"
"Of course I care. I can't have one of those Trepies take advantage of you now." Quistis scoffed and walked back into the ballroom. She brought her hand up to her forehead. She could feel her head throbbing, and it was giving her a slight headache. That last glass of champagne she just had was not a good idea.
Seifer noticed Quistis's swaying and instructed her to sit down at an unoccupied table. He handed her a glass of water. "Have some water. It will help."
"Thanks," she managed to say and drank about half of the glass before she place the glass on the table. She was feeling slightly better, until her eyes wandered across the room and landed upon the newly wedded couple smiling in each other's arms.
Seifer followed her line of sight. "Trepe, you need to move on."
"I'm trying to move on. I just need more time." The sight across the room was depressing her, and was feeling like she needed another drink. She looked around and found a tray of champagne on the table and reached out for it, but Seifer moved the tray from her grasp.
"Seriously, Trepe, no more."
"Fuck off," she said irritated and got up.
"Foul language, Trepe? You must be drunk."
"Fuck you."
"Really?"
Quistis let out a sigh of frustration and took a step forward and started to feel dizzy and blackness started to cloud her vision. Seifer got up just in time to catch her from falling.
"Looks like it's bed time for you, Trepe." He wrapped his arms around her and supported her. Quistis was too tired to protest and let him lead the way.
The halls to the dormitories were empty since everyone was either still at the wedding or passed out in their rooms.
Seifer carried most of Quistis's weight as he led her down the halls to her dormitory. Her eyes were partially closed as they stood in front of her dorm. Seifer propped her against one of his shoulders and fumbled through Quistis's clutch purse for her ID card. With a swipe, the door opened with a silent swish. He switched on the light and led her into her room.
He sat her down on her bed, and knelt down to remove her heels.
"Seifer, do you think I'm beautiful?" She asked.
Seifer stood up and pulled Quistis up to a standing position as he pulled back her blankets, and sat her back down.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" She repeated.
"Go to sleep, Trepe." He lightly pushed on her shoulders to make her lie down.
Suddenly Quistis's arms came up and grabbed Seifer's coat lapels and repeated in a more demanding tone. "Almasy, do you think I'm beautiful?"
Seifer was surprised at her strength. Even though intoxicated, she held a very tight grip on his coat. He looked into her bright blue eyes, her perfectly shaped nose, and her smooth porcelain skin. His gaze lingered on her moist red lips. He could smell the scent of alcohol and perfume emanating from her, which seemed to intoxication him.
"Do you?" she asked more softly. Seifer remained silent, and was about to pull away from her grasp. Instead she pulled him closer to her as she crushed her lips onto his.
Seifer pulled way surprised. "Trepe, what are you doing?" He managed to say before she hungrily kissed him again.
"I want you," she whispered fiercely into his ear, and pulled him towards her again with all her strength causing him to fall on top of her.
Seifer took advantage of the position he was in and held Quistis down as he tried to regain his breath. "Quistis! You're drunk and frankly I don't think you know what you're talking about."
Quistis scoffed, "Seifer Almasy passing up a chance to get laid? Come on, Seifer, this is your only chance."
"My only chance?" Seifer smirked, "You are definitely drunk."
"I'm not drunk…not entirely," she thought for a bit. "I know what I'm asking you. I just want to forget, just for a moment. Please?" She looked him straight in the eye.
Seifer looked into her pleading eyes and saw her blue eyes clear and sober. He hesitated. He never dreamed he would be in this position with Quistis. She was supposed to be the prudish ice queen, but apparently when intoxicated, she was neither.
"So…I see you've heard the rumors about me," he said with a smirk. He had given in.
"Only the bad ones," she said with a devilish smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her for another kiss.
He teased her lips for a moment. Then he let their tongues mingle. He left her lips and moved down towards the side of her neck and lingered on the hollow of her shoulder. His other hand caressed her other shoulder and pushed off the feather strap. His lips moved to the newly bared shoulder and moved back up her neck and to her lips.
Quistis hungrily kissed him as her hands traveled down his chest removing his coat. She then started to work on his shirt and tie.
Seifer's hands traveled down from Quistis's shoulders over her breasts and down to the side where the zipper of her dress hid. As one hand unzipped her dress, the other remained on her breast.
Quistis let out a soft moan as she felt Seifer's lips on her breasts moving from one to the other. His hands moved down along her body slowly peeling the repulsive blue dress off her, revealing her slim waist, curved hips, and long smooth legs. His lips lingered on her abdomen and trailed down the top of her underwear, then returned to her lips.
Seifer sensually played with her lips as Quistis continued to frantically work on the buttons of his shirt. She was desperate to feel his skin on hers. She managed finally to tear his shirt off. She felt Seifer's smooth and toned chest under her fingers. Her hands immediately moved down along his abdomen and towards his belt and pants.
"My, aren't we a bit hasty," Seifer said, as he placed his hand over hers to stop her from undoing his pants. Quistis only smiled and leaned up and gave him a passionate kiss, that caused Seifer to bring his hands up to cradle her face, as Quistis's hands continued working on his pants.
Just as she was about to remove his boxers, Seifer sat up and looked down at her.
"What?" Quistis looked at him confused.
"I was only admiring how beautiful you are," he said.
"Seifer cut the sweet talk, I'm already in your bed," she said with irritation and pulled him down onto her with another kiss.
Seifer managed to break the kiss. "If I remember correctly, I am in your bed," he said with a devious grin.
Quistis smiled at Seifer's correction. "I stand corrected, but I didn't have to sweet talk you to get you into bed." She replied with a seductive smile.
Seifer gave her his trademark smirk. "You're just that beautiful," he said and started to kiss and nuzzle Quistis's neck, causing another moan to escape her lips. He continued to kiss her has a positioned himself and entered her.
Time past and both had reached satisfaction and release in each other's arms.