Chapter 2: Road to Deling by ArdentSinner

Seifer couldn't help himself. He was so near to her that her scent
overwhelmed his senses. A tantalizing mixture of peach, a hint of
vanilla and something thoroughly Quistis. So tempting, alluring. He
finally gave into temptation and threw caution to the wind. He
captured her lips in a consuming kiss. It wasn't demanding or rough
but neither was it soft or meek. Just thorough. A soul-rendering
kiss. He teased her soft lips open. He felt her trying to put in an
effort to pull away.

He smiled into her mouth then placed his left, black leather-clad
hand on her nape and his other gloveless hand into her spun-gold
tresses. He pulled her close and onto the table. She gasped at the
sudden movement and he took the advantage. He delved his tongue into
her sweet mouth. His senses were besieged by her warmth and
sweetness. As he plundered her mouth his hand caressed her nape while
the other worked to free the clip restraining her golden tiara. With
a victorious grunt from Seifer, the clip was tossed into a corner,
releasing a golden cascade of golden waterfall. Hyne, he was in
heaven.

After a while, he broke the kiss for air. He felt pure male
satisfaction when he heard Quistis whimpered a protest. He held her
face in his palms and whispered to her, "Come with me."

"I…" her future refusal was cut off again by another searing kiss.
Hyne, he couldn't get enough of her. He broke the kiss again. The
dazed look on her eyes stoked his male ego immensely and burned him.
He felt proud that he, the ostensible `Bastard Rake', could ignite
such passion from the so-called `Ice Maiden of Balamb'. But he was
shocked at the way his body, his soul, his heart reacted to her. He
felt weak all over. Never has any woman caused him to feel that way.
Hell, he wanted her for himself.

He touched his forehead against hers and moved until their noses
touched. He looked deep into her eyes and whispered again, almost
pleadingly, "Come with me, Quistis."

Quistis searched his emerald eyes through her dazed vision. Her mind
was screaming "NOOO!!!" but Seifer had sparked her impulsive streak
in her heart.

"Yes."

It was a soft-spoken and shy, but he heard it like the ringing of the
largest bell from that clock tower in Dollet. He kissed her hard
then, demanding. She surrendered and allowed him to ravage her.
Slowly, she imitated his first kiss. He moaned deep within throat.
His moan made her bold, she swiped her tongue across his lower lip
like he did to her. He allowed her to do what she wanted for a few
moments longer.

Then he growled and took over. It wasn't a duel for dominance. No, it
was a fervent dance. He broke the kiss yet again when it became
unbearable. He held her face again in his hands then kissed her
forehead. It took him all his willpower to leave her but he knew he
had to leave. Then he did something very unlike his usual self. He
was courteous, gentlemanly even. "Thank you," he said.

Then he walked away with Quistis still dazed and bemused. At the
door, he called back to Quistis, " Tomorrow. 9 o'clock, Instructor!"
With that, he flashed her his million-gil grin followed by an
audacious wink.

`By Hyne! The nerve on that guy!' she raged inside. She was angry
that he didn't seem effected by the kiss as she was. Then she
remembered his moan. Unconsciously, her hand moved to her lips and a
smile graced her features. She sat down in her chair in a plop.
Outside, Seifer was leaning against the wall beside the detention
room door. Slowly, he slid down to the floor as he contemplated what
happened.


***
Seifer was at the car park feeling a slight bit restless. He eyed his
watch, which pointed out 9.08am. His instructor was never late. His
heart clenched thinking that something bad had befallen upon her…then
he was angry, thinking that she had tricked him and ran away. He felt
confused. Usually if this should happen to him, he would usually just
walk away and find another companion. But here he was, fretting over
the matter like a mother cockatrice.

He strode across the halls and made his way to Quistis' dorm room. He
took out the master key card. An ingenious little gadget, it was.
With the right combination, he could get into any room he wanted,
though he usually prefers other more boisterous methods of breaking
in. After a little fiddling around, the door slid open soundlessly
under his ministration. He walked in then saw the clothes that she
had stacked and a small duffel bag on the dining table. Then he
realized that she had intended on following him to Deling. He smiled.

Methodically, he packed the things on the table into the bag for her.
Then he turned and saw that the door to her room was open so he
neared it. He knew he shouldn't but the rogue in him decided
otherwise. His breath was taken away by what he saw.

Quistis, decked in a white tank top and a pair of white shorts, was
on her stomach with her hair fanning her face and white pillows.
Apparently, she had kicked her covers during the night revealing her
long shapely legs. The window over her bed was ajar and soft breeze
blew the sheer white curtains apart allowing soft light to filter in
and made her hair shine like a glowing halo. The curtains billowed
above her making her look like she had wings. His heart stopped
before breaking at the beautiful visage before him. "Hyne, she's
beautiful," he mumbled.

He neared the bed then knelt by her. He pushed a strand of stray hair
away from her face and saw her scrunch her cute pointy little nose.
He chuckled to himself. Vaguely, he wondered how many people have
seen this natural side of Quistis. He remembered that he used to do
this when they were little. He would tap her nose, nudge her softly
and waited for her to open her amazing azure eyes. And that was
exactly what he did.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. It took
her a few seconds before she realized that he had entered her room
and was looking down at her on her bed while she was dressed in her
bedclothes. Her scream would have reached all the way down the hall
if his hand wasn't clasped over her mouth.

"Good morning to you too, sweet!" he said cheerfully. "You promised
to accompany me to Deling last night, remember?"

"Seifer Almasy! You are in my room!" she exclaimed.

"Indeed I am. You have a knack at stating the obvious, Princess,"
Seifer teased, his infamous grin painted across his face.

"So it wasn't a dream…" she mumbled to herself.

"Nope! Come on, you'll have to get ready in…lets say, 15 minutes," he
said dragging Quistis off her bed and pushing her to her bathroom.
Quistis although still barely awake, noticed that he was wearing his
blue and white cross vest with a pair of sinfully fitting black
jeans. On the dining-table chairs, she spotted a black trench coat -
much like his customary gray one- hanging from it.

When she reluctantly entered the bathroom still dazed, he took her
bag and rummaged her closet then placed a sweet white peasant-style
dress on her bed as an afterthought. He headed to his rented car in
sure and brisk strides. He stopped by the cafeteria to get some food
and snacks as well as some breakfast for the both of them. When he
reached the red convertible he rented, he dumped the bag in the
backseat. Without waiting long, he headed back to Quistis' dorm. He
welcomed himself into the room then waited outside Quistis' room.

He expected Quistis to take long, to his shock his wait didn't even
last more than a few seconds before Quistis opened the door. She
blushed a little then quietly asked Seifer to finish zipping her
dress for her. Seifer took his sweet time zipping her dress. She was
completely ready under ten minutes; a feat Seifer believed was
impossible for a woman to do. Without much ado, he led her to the
car, gaining quite a few stares along the way at the more feminine
Quistis.

They got into the car and Seifer drove away from the Garden. He
passed her the breakfast, which she accepted gratefully. They nibbled
their breakfast silently enjoying the piece and quiet. Not more than
half an hour later, they passed Balamb town and were heading towards
the highway. Seifer drove the red Saturn Convertible at top speed
along the deserted road. Quistis with her hair still wet, didn't
bother to tie it up. Instead, she allowed the wind to dry her hair
off. This is going to be a long weekend but if anything, Seifer is
certainly resourceful and full of surprises. And well, Quistis wasn't
sure whether that was good or bad for her.

Seifer's breath was caught in his throat and his heart refused to
work when he saw what she did. In the next moment, before he knew it,
he was yelling at Quistis telling her to get off the seat, sit back
down and strap on her seatbelts. Quistis had taken off her seatbelts
and was now leaning on the passenger seat's headrest. He grabbed onto
the hem of her dress and reduced the speed of the car. She didn't
seem to mind the fact that he was trying to hold onto her while
driving. She didn't even mind that Seifer saw more than he had
bargained for when he grabbed her skirt.

For the first time in eight years living in, growing up and working
for Balamb, she felt free enough to laugh out and yell at the top of
her lungs. She smiled at Seifer but he was too busy focusing on the
road ahead to notice it. Or so she thought. He saw her smile and he
saw the gratefulness in her clear blue eyes. Seifer was watching her
run her hands through her hair, allowing the wind to caress it as
they moved along the road. She looked amazing. She looked carefree
unlike the prudish, no-nonsense instructor that everyone knew in
Balamb. She was the Quistis he had learnt to love then lost in his
childhood