Author's note: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or its characters. This is for the 30 Kisses challenge using list iota. This is set after the game and is slightly AU. Theme 29: Whatever You Want; Your Wish Is My Command.

As You Wish

"Go to hell, Squall." Quistis turned on her heel.

"But Quistis--"

She spun back around. "I. Don't. Care. I have spent the last two weeks giving and grading tests with barely time to get something to eat. Before that I went on six back to back missions without even a full day of down time between any of them. I am grateful that Garden is doing so well, and we have such an influx of work and students, but if I don't get a break, I am going to consider blowing up Garden. Leave me alone. Get some one else to do the work for a change."

She didn't give him a chance to respond to that, stalking down the hall. Quistis was at the end of her rope. She needed downtime badly, and her last two requests for vacation had been denied. She was exhausted, worn out, and not going to take it any more. She couldn't even remember the last time had done something for fun. She slumped against the door to her quarters, realizing that she had forgotten her key in her office.

"Hyne, get me the hell out of here before I kill someone."

Her door slid open, and a pair of warm hands settled themselves at the base of her neck and began to knead her tense muscles. "That could be arranged, you know."

Quistis nearly jumped out of her skin. "Seifer! What are you doing in my room?"

"We were supposed to meet for lunch. You remember, the second meal of the day?"

She groaned. "Right. And then Squall dumped another mountain of paperwork on me plus a set of inter-Garden meetings, and I lost it."

"So, vacation? Warm sand, soothing waves, drinks with umbrellas?"

"That sounds lovely, but I can't get any vacation time approved." She nearly moaned as his hands found a bad knot.

"We could run off and get married," he suggested. "There's an automatic clause for a honeymoon after a SeeD's wedding in our contracts, and nothing about informing Garden in advance of a wedding. Besides, no one can complain if you're on your honeymoon."

"Was that a proposal?"

He nuzzled her neck. "If you like. You were the one who said she didn't want to deal with the fuss of getting married. This way we avoid all that."

Shifting so she could see his face, Quistis considered this. "I take it you have some place in mind for a honeymoon?"

Seifer smiled. "There's this little stretch of beach on the coast of Centra that comes complete with a bungalow and a hammock. Best of all, the only radio is the one on the boat."

"That sounds lovely."

"Just say the word, and I'll take you any where you want."

Thirty minutes later, they were on board the sailboat Seifer had spent his first year's pay as a SeeD on, the open ocean ahead of them.

Quistis leaned back into his arms, letting the wind rearrange her hair. "Let's get out of here before someone notices we're gone."

Seifer kissed the top of her head.

"As you wish."