Unloved
Chapter 2: Pushing Me Away
By: Alexandra AKA Fantasy Dragon
Warning: Mainly only language in this chapter, some angst, maybe a hint of lime a little later on
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but one day me and my cousin are going to take over the video game world, and they will be mine!
For the rest of the night the two danced and enjoyed themselves. Like Quistis' breakdown had never happened. It was almost as if they had been transferred into their own little world and as crowded as it was in the ballroom, but to Quistis and Seifer, they were the only two people around.
"I think that it's about time that we call it a night." Quistis said, trying to stifle a yawn.
Seifer looked at his watch and saw that it was well past 3 am. Looking around the room he saw no more than a dozen other couples left in the ballroom.
"I do too." Seifer agreed and watched as Quistis took her sandals off. "Here, let me take those." Seifer then took her sandals into his left hand, and then took Quistis' left hand with his right hand as they exited the formal affair.
"Thanks. I must say that tonight was the most fun I have had in a long time." Quistis smiled as they walked down the continuous corridor of dorm rooms.
"You? Have fun? I never knew something like that was possible for Quistis Trepe. I bet it was the hair!" Seifer faked being shocked, still holding both Quistis' hand and her shoes in the other.
"Shut the fuck up." She laughed, smacking him with her free hand.
"Abuse! I take you out for a wonderful evening of dancing and the only thing you offer me in return is abuse? Some date you turned out to be." Seifer was still in his sarcastic and fun loving mood as they drew nearer to Quistis' dorm. But Seifer didn't want the night to end there. He was enjoying himself far too much to say goodnight now.
"Well, this is my stop." Quistis had a slight blush on her cheeks as she thought of all the possibilities that could happen in the next couple minutes. They stopped in front of her dorm, both feeling the awkwardness of the situation weighing heavy on their shoulders.
"Yeah. I guess I'll see you around tomorrow. I had a lot of fun tonight and can't wait to do it again." Seifer said, then leaned down and lightly kissed the now flushed kiss of his date. "Thanks."
Quistis felt something inside her at that moment. An urge, a wanting. There was no way the blond gunblader was leaving right now.
"Seifer, please…" Quistis trailed off as Seifer turned to look at her. "Stay with me for a bit?"
Looking at the blue mage, Seifer saw the need of having someone there plastering her face. And like Seifer was going to give up an opportunity like this.
"No prob." He smirked, then opened and held the door for Quistis. A million thoughts were running through his head, but only 999,999 were perverted. The last thought was a hope. Hope that Quistis would finally open up, let him in. Hope that Quistis would explain her little break down.
Quistis turned on and dimmed the lights so it wasn't overly bright. She took her shoes from Seifer's hand and tossed them along with the gloves she had pealed off in the general vicinity of the closet. Hearing a 'thud' she knew she came close to her target.
"So what do you want to do?" Quistis asked, not exactly sure what she wanted to have happen between herself and the ex-knight.
"You're the one who invited me in, shouldn't you know?" laughed Seifer as he began to remove his heavy uniform jacket.
Quistis watched him intensely "You should hang that up." Quistis rushed over to the closet, kicking her sandals out of the way and grabbed a hanger before handing it to Seifer.
"Thanks. You should get out of that dress." Grinned Seifer, knowing that it had come out a little more perverted than he had meant for it too.
Quistis nodded, taking the SeeD jacket and hanging it on the back of her door, not picking up on the blatantly obvious hint that Seifer had just dropped. "I'll be out in just a moment." The instructor said, looking over at Seifer before heading into her bedroom and closing the door. Kicking off his boots, Seifer sat down on the couch with a sigh.
He let out a slight groan and ran his hands through his short blond hair. Coming here was a big mistake. He wasn't going to get an answer out of Quistis, and he wouldn't accept anything else, denying his body the pleasures that it craved so much. The instructor hadn't been her normal self tonight. She had been fun and outgoing, laughing and smiling. This had been strange; not even the old Quistis acted like this. Maybe her personality was doing another turn, this time for the good.
But Seifer knew that wasn't possible. When she had looked at him, Seifer saw her cerulean eyes. Hazy and clouded over. A dead soul living in an empty vessel. No matter how happy and carefree she was acting, it was all fake. None of it was real. Even tonight when they were having so much fun, it wasn't her true emotions.
Sitting on the SeeD instructor's couch, Seifer got the strong feeling that he shouldn't be here. As many things as he wanted to happen between himself and Quistis, he didn't want anything to happen if the feelings and emotions wouldn't be real.
"Seif?" Quistis asked, coming back into the room. Her soft voice was enough to startle the younger blond from his thoughts.
"I didn't even hear you come out, Quist." Chuckled Seifer as he looked at the blonde girl. She stood there silently, not sure why she had even invited her one time student in after the dance.
"Sorry. Did I interrupt your thoughts?" Quistis put on another smile, which Seifer knew had to be another of her well practiced fake ones.
"Nah. When have I ever thought?" Seifer smirked, giving Quistis' new outfit a once over. Her hair was now back in a simple ponytail and she wore an over sized Balamb Garden Staff T-shirt with a pair of navy sweat pants. But even then, Seifer had to admit she looked fucking hot still.
"True. But I thought I'd give you some credit. Cause lets face it. I never believed you would become SeeD either." Quistis grabbed her glasses off the desk, then sat down beside her guest, putting them on as she sat.
"That was a little below the belt, wouldn't you say?" Seifer laughed, putting his tired feet up on the oak coffee table that was in front of the couch. "So, decided what we can do yet?"
"Well, you can first of all, get your feet off my furniture." Quistis then used her sock foot to push Seifer's large feet off the table.
"Hey!" Seifer laughed out loud as Quistis acted like nothing had just happened.
Quistis just wore a playful smile on her face, tucking her feet up under her.
"You're enjoying every second of this, aren't you?" sneered Seifer in a joking manner.
"I need to be amused by something." Shrugged Quistis, as she grabbed the television remote from the table.
"Oh, not you don't." chuckled Seifer, then lunged for the all powerful device.
"Oh, I don't think so, you little fucker." Quistis actually laughed as she jumped out of Seifer's way, causing the large blond to crash into the pillow on the arm of the couch where Quistis was just sitting.
"Little? I may be a fucker, but I sure as hell ain't little." Smirked Seifer as he stood up to his full height of 6'2'' in front of the blue mage's smaller frame.
"That's not the area in which I was referring to." Quistis had a sly smirk on her face, causing the ex-knight's jaw to drop.
"You're in for it now!" growled Seifer, knowing that they were just fooling around. And as childish as it seemed for two twenty-year-old SeeDs to be carrying on like this, both were enjoying every second of it.
"Oh, what are you going to do to me, Mr. Big strong macho SeeD? Arrest me and take me in?" Quistis faked the innocent puppy dog eyes, trying to act in character.
"And what if I was? Huh? What would you do then?" Seifer grinned, then got into a stance to grab her in a lunge.
"You'd have to catch me first." She challenged, surprising Seifer. Did she just allude that she wanted Seifer to try and catch her? "What the fuck are you waiting for, slowpoke? The next lunar cry?"
Seifer only smirked then darted towards her, missing by a mile.
"Hyne, you're fucking fast." Huffed the slower blond.
"It's called high evasion, or maybe you're just too fucking slow." She laughed for the second time in five minutes. In the time that she had stopped to laugh, Seifer darted towards the laughing blonde, capturing his target in his arms this time.
"Too fucking slow, am I?" Seifer whispered, holding her close, the mood in the room changing drastically in a few seconds.
"Seifer…"Quistis trailed off, her breath becoming rigid and body becoming warm. Letting her oceanic eyes close, she reached up for the forbidden kiss of lust but was stopped by a finger. Her eyes shot open and she found herself looking into the emerald green of Seifer's eyes.
"Only do that if you mean it, Quist. If not, it all stops right now." Seifer's voice was the quietest that Quistis had ever heard, and she knew that he was serious about what he said and that he was fighting an internal battle of emotions himself.
Quistis looked up and continued to reach for the taboo affection, doing it more for herself than for the blond gunblader.
Feeling the soft lips of his childhood friend pressed up against his own, Seifer thought he had to be dreaming. Only a few hours ago, this woman was crying into his chest, breaking down. Now she was initiating a kiss with him. Seifer pulled away, but Quistis' arm snaked around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, running her tongue over Seifer's moistened lips. Suggestive nips, licks and flicks caused Seifer to fall into his desire. He opened his mouth and his tongue darted out to meet Quistis'.
Hunger and passion over took his body as their tongues danced around in an erotic ritual, feeling, tasting every inch of the other person's mouth.
Nothing could have prepared Seifer for what was about to happen.
"No!" Quistis screamed, pulling away. "No!" She pushed the taller blond, then ran into the bedroom, slamming the door.
Seifer just stood there confused as all hell, his heart breaking. Taking his jacket off of the back of the door, he slipped his boots on and left, leaving his heart in a broken pile on the living room floor.
In her room, Quistis cried into her pillow, unsure of everything that had just happened. She knew she should have kissed him, fuck, she didn't even know why she did.
Sitting up, she wiped her eyes and looked at the nightstand. Salvation rested in the top drawer. Opening the top drawer, the salvation stared her right in the eye. Those three items would be her deliverance.
I know it seems that this shouldn't be in the R section, but believe me, it will be getting a lot more worse in the next couple chapters. I hope people like this. I had the idea pop into my head one night and I just had to write it. Please let me know what you think by reviewing! I be out!