Quick Summary for Chapter 3: During the night of Squall and Rinoa's wedding Quistis drinks a little too much. Seifer decides to play the gentleman for the night and escorts her back to her dorm. While back at Quistis's dorm, she pleads Seifer to help her forget just for one night. After much thought, Seifer gives in, and they spend the night together. This chapter begins the next morning.

Chapter 4

Seifer woke up the next morning with a massive headache. He was about to bring his right hand to massage his throbbing head, but realized there was something warm lying on his arm. After a moment of confusion, he remembered where he was. He turned his head to see Quistis's head resting on his shoulder and her hand delicately resting on his chest. He pulled the blanket up higher over Quisits's shoulder to keep her warm from the cold morning air. His free hand moved onto the hand resting on his chest. He slowly caressed the smooth skin on the back of her hand, causing the blond woman to stir, but she remained asleep.

He looked down at the sleeping woman. He never thought that Quistis would every let him near her, and now they were in bed together.

He knew she only came to him as a rebound, a one-night stand, to help her forget. The thought of this moment being a one-night stand brought an unexplained pang to Seifer. He shrugged the feeling aside as a side effect of his hangover.

Besides he was Seifer Almasy, he was independent. He didn't need anyone, especially a woman, but Quistis wasn't just any woman, he started to reason. She was Instructor number fourteen and a childhood friend. She was strong, beautiful, intelligent, patient, and still in love with Leonheart.

It looked as though both he and Quistis had something in common. They both wanted something they could not have. Maybe with Leonheart gone on his honeymoon, Quistis would finally let go and give him a chance. She did choose him of all the other SeeDs for a one-night stand after all. He smiled at the self-reassuring thought that there had to be an attraction on Quistis's part when she asked him to spend the night. He decided to wait to see her reaction to their night together, before his showed her his 'charming' side.

A knock came on the door, causing him to come out of his little fantasy. The knock continued incessantly and progressively became louder.

"Instructor," said a male voice through the door, as his knocking continued.

Quistis stirred and woke up. She groggily looked at the door muttering, "Isn't today Sunday?" Her head was pounding and the incessant knocking on the door was not helping.

"What do you want? It's my day off you know?" " Quistis snapped at the door. Suddenly the knocking stopped and there was only silence. Quistis groaned and lay back down.

"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed," Seifer teased.

"Anyone would be cranky with the enormous headache I have."

"I told you not to drink so much last night." Seifer saw a bottle of water on her desk, reached over, and gave it to her. "Drink some water, it might help."

She took the bottle, drank from it, and gave the rest to Seifer, who finished the last half in a few gulps.

"Don't you have a hangover?" She asked.

"Nope, I just handle my liquor that well," he winked.

"Liar."

"Liar? Me? What makes you say that, my dear instructor?" He began to say, but after noticing Quistis's death glare, he thought it better to leave his comment for later. "It's obvious you are in no mood for morning after chatter," he continued, as he got out of bed reaching for his clothes lying about the room. He quickly got dressed, while Quistis remained sitting in the bed, pulling the covers tightly over her body, watching him.

She managed to tear her gaze away from Seifer's body and lay back down on the bed with her back facing Seifer. She heard the door open and Seifer saying "We'll talk later."

Quistis only sighed and shut her eyes trying to will away the terrible hangover she had.

After a nice refreshing shower, the hangover was still hanging over her like a gloom cloud. She wandered into the cafeteria hoping some hot coffee would help. As soon as she sat her tray down on one of the unoccupied tables, she heard the sound of familiar light footsteps of Selphie coming up behind her. Selphie smiled as she sat in a chair across from her.

"Good morning, Quistis!" Selphie greeted in her usual chipper tone.

"Good morning Selphie," Quistis managed to say with a forced smile despite her headache.

"So…," the browned haired woman started.

"So?" Quistis looked at her confused.

"So…how's Seifer?" Selphie asked with a grin.

"Seifer? I don't' know. I guess he's fine," Quistis replied all too nonchalantly. "Why?"

"Why?" Selphie repeated Quistis's question. "Are you hiding something?" she finally asked.

"What?"

"Well…last night at the wedding party there were several eye witnesses saying they saw you and Seifer dancing."

Immediately Quistis's thoughts flashed back to the night before. She started to blush at the memory, and decided to play dumb.

"Dancing? I don't k now what you are talking about."

"In the ballroom, something about you dancing with a glass of champagne."

"Oh," Quistis said with some relief. "If you call stealing my glass of champagne dancing, yeah, we did that."

"Well after your 'dancing', people saw Seifer taking you back to your dorm," Selphie reported with a wink.

Quistis sat up straight and eyed Selphie. "Yes…he did, and he was quite the gentleman, and walked me back to my dorm. It was actually quite surprising," Quistis said.

"Really?" Selphie eyed her suspiciously. "That's it?"

"What do you mean 'that's it'?"

"I mean…nothing happened between the two of you?"

"No…should there have?" Quistis was starting to feel guilty for having to lie to her friend.

"I guess not, but there was a rumor going around this morning that someone was at your door this morning, and they heard a man's voice in your room at around eight in the morning. A bit early for officer hours, I think," Selphie winked.

Quistis's eyes widened at Selphie's implications. "Are you implying that I—"

"Good morning ladies," interrupted Seifer, who decided to sit down right beside Quistis, which only increased Selphie's suspicion.

"Good morning, Seifer, how was your night?" Selphie immediately asked.

"My night was good, then again everything is good for me if you know what I mean," he said with wink.

Selphie giggled at Seifer's comment, while Quistis just glared at him trying to hide her reddening cheeks.

"No, we don't know what you mean," she snapped. "Will you please leave us alone?"

Selphie felt like she had just entered a lover's quarrel and decided it was her cue to leave. "Seifer doesn't have to leave. I need to go meet Irvine. We are going into town. Do you need anything there?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks." Quistis's hope sunk as she watched Selphie walk out of the cafeteria doors instead of Seifer. She sighed and looked at Seifer. "What do you want?"

"I thought you might want to talk."

"Talk? You want to talk?" Quistis was still irritated by the questions Selphie was asking her earlier. "What is there to talk about? There are already rumors of us sleeping together," Quistis said lowering her voice almost to a whisper.

"Reality check, we did sleep together," Seifer said.

"I know…but…it was…" She was at a loss for words. "Sorry, but I can't do this right now." She quickly got up and left a confused Seifer sitting at the table as she went back to her dorm to sort out her confused thoughts and feelings.

Moments later Seifer was standing in front of Quistis' door. He was about to knock, but he thought that maybe Quistis needed a bit more time to think. He lingered at her door a while longer then started to wander off when he saw some cadets walking down the hall.