WARNING: This particular chapter contains adult material. YEY! Those underage, behave yourselves!

Cheers to Alcohol!

Chapter 15

That night, they were able to finish their rehearsals earlier than usual because of some matters Selphie had to attend to…which probably involved Irvine. With the rest of the night free and the following day a Sunday, Zell took the opportunity to get Seifer and Quistis to admit just before anyone else made a move. He had been noticing how the two blondes had been acting differently towards each other that he was sure Seifer would make a move any day now. But before anything could happen, before it would be too late for his 3000 gil, he took them out to one of the pubs at Balamb. His initial plan was just the three of them, but Xu found out about their night out together and really was desperate to take something off her chest after a big fight with her boyfriend.

"And on today's weather, it's a Signal #5 Typhoon Xu!" Zell kidded as he poured in another glass of vodka on the table.

"Not funny Zell." Quistis sternly looked at him.

"Sorry, just tryin' to lighten the mood."

"You're no help at all you big idiot!" Xu said almost screaming, releasing an air of vodka-smelling breath.

"Hey, problems or heartaches, they're all soluble in alcohol. Now, how about another round, eh?" Seifer casually said, ceremoniously raising his glass.

"For once, you made me think you're smart!" Xu said with a hic.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Zell merrily hit his glass with the other three. And in one big gulp, everyone drank their vodka.

"Woe...that sure hit the spot. Maybe Xu and I should go." Quistis surrendered when she felt the room suddenly tilted with that last shot.

"You can't! We have one bottle left!" Zell protested immediately opening another bottle of vodka.

"Zell! I wanna go to sleep already. Let's go Xu." Quistis gave the effort for a quick exit, but fell back on the chair the moment she stood up.

"Oops..."

"Heh heh..." Seifer snickered, "Looks like you just changed your mind."

"Very funny." She glared at him, then took Xu's hand to drag her, but Xu was knocked unconscious by that last glass of alcohol. "Xu, wake up! We have to go." She tried slapping her to wake up but to no avail, so she turned to Seifer in desperation, "Seifer, please?"

Seifer was amused by her reddish cheeks and insisted her to stay, "Only after we finish this bottle." He teased, waving at her the one litre bottle.

"Seifer!" She stomped her foot furious, then turned to Zell with pleading eyes, "Zell...?"

"Sorry man, I'm with Seifer." He simply said in mock innocence.

Quistis let out a deep irritated sigh then coiled in her seat with shrugged shoulders. She didn't have much of a choice.

"That's more like it! Now...another round please!" Zell took the glass Seifer had just filled, gave it to Quistis which she unwillingly received, took another glass and let it hit with Quistis' then Seifer's before gulping it down together with the two.

When Quistis placed her glass on the table, Zell immediately poured some more vodka to the brim.

"Are you trying to get me drunk!" Quistis complained in an infuriated expression, her cheeks reddening even more.

"Don't be such a party pooper." Seifer said, also with reddish cheeks, turned to her, "Tell you what. I'll bring you to your room right after we finish this bottle."

"You promise?" Quistis interrogated to make sure he wasn't joking.

"Promise. Knight's honor." He pledged with a salute.

"And no fooling around with me, you hear!" her words seemed sarcastic, but her eyes were formal. "Seifer, I trust you."

"Yes ma'am, no fooling around." He reassured with another salute, and then rose up his glass with a grin, "Cheers to that!"

By the time the vodka reached below half, she felt real heavy at the same time she felt like she was floating. She has never been a fan of drinking, and it was the first time she drank so much that she wasn't surprised that she was feeling so nauseated. To keep herself from falling off the chair, she opted to rest her head on Seifer's shoulder instead. Both had been intoxicated, and gestures which were forbidden to happen when they're sober began to show as an effect of the alcohol. Seifer, who was still feeling the slightest bit of consciousness over his actions found the sudden desire to feel Quistis' warmth. Slowly, he moved her head to his lap and started to caress her cheek at the same time lovingly played with her hair. Quistis didn't struggle in his arms, in fact she responded by holding his hand and sweetly rubbed it on her face.

At the sight of the two, Zell pinched his face to stop himself from jumping off the seat with excitement.

His plan was working.

When Quistis began to speak, he made sure to shut his mouth and not interrupt their conversation, like he wasn't even there.

"Seifer? You still there?" she groggily uttered on his lap.

"Yup...still here. You okay?" he replied wrapping his hand around her waist to hold her closer.

"Yeah...just feeling a little weird, that's all." She muttered through his coat as she began to snuggle him.

"You'll be fine, I promised to take care of you right?" he whispered, warming up themselves together.

"Seifer...?"

"Hmmm?"

"What's going on between us?"

Immediately, his heart stopped at her question. What did she meant by it? He knew she was drunk and would probably forget what had happened by dawn, but at that very moment, she was expecting an answer.

Would he tell her the truth or was he going to pass on the subject and just tell her when they were no longer under the spell of the vodka? He didn't answer a while, simply searching for words to say and how to say them.

He held her closer and began, "It's a bit complicated..." but chose to back out when he caught sight of Zell who was desperately trying to blend in the background, pretending to hide.

"I don't know either..."

"Seifer?"

"Hmmm?"

"I trust you..." with that last release of alcohol tainted breath, she fell asleep on his lap.

Seifer smiled and stroked her hair, but caught sight of Zell teasing gaze, so instead he ordered him, "You heard her, let's get her to bed."

"Think she'll wake up?" Zell curiously asked as he clumsily stood up to carry her with Seifer.

"Yeah, maybe after a few hours..." he replied lifting her up. "And I was hoping to tell her something in private."

"Sorry man, you should've told me earlier." Zell pardoned as he took the first step towards the door. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you have some privacy later." He added an instant later with an evil smirk.

"Tsk, forget it! I'll tell her some other time." He scoffed, "We still have to get Xu next."

"Nah, I'll take care of her. She's pretty small, I should be able to manage." Zell managed to sound sincere.

"You sure?"

"Yeah dude, go tell Quis what you're supposed to!" with Zell's assurance, they concentrated their effort on Quistis, that they might not trip and drop her.

o O o

They carried her across the hallway, heading for one of the pub's available rooms. Seifer carried her upper torso, his hands wrapped around her shoulders while her head rested on his abdomen. Opposite to him was Zell who carried the weight of her lower body, his hands supported her knees, lifting her high enough and making sure her feet didn't touch on the ground. She wasn't heavy, but Seifer was also intoxicated that Zell had to help him out to make sure he brought her to the right room. Slowly making their effort to reach the room in one piece, they felt an air of relief when they finally stood by her room's doorstep.

Giving the final effort to lay her in bed, Seifer carefully removed her shoes, followed by her hairclip and her glasses which he neatly placed beside the lamp on the side table. When he spun around to tell Zell that they should leave her, Zell was no longer there with him. He had left him with a closed door.

A very closed door.

He twisted the knob, but it was stuck; the door was locked from the outside. He tried breaking his way out, but he was too groggy to exert any extra effort. He checked if he could leave through the window, but it was a four storey drop straight into the rocky waters, so it wasn't a good option.

"DAMMIT ZELL! LET ME OUT!" He called out several times, but to no response.

Having enough sense left, he knew it was hopeless; he would be stuck there with Quistis for the entire night. He gave up the idea of getting out and instead, sat on the bed where she laid fast asleep. He looked at her and sensed her discomfort for she was sweating all over; and although he knew he could not risk doing anything stupid to her, not in his intoxicated state, he couldn't stop himself and started to unbutton her shirt. Slowly lifting her, he removed her top revealing her salmon tinted bra. He looked at her and for the first time, he saw her bare skin with nothing else but the laced bra to cover her breasts. How he wished he'd care less enough and just strip her naked, but it was Quistis; he had no intention of violating her...he wanted her in his life and it would be one way of losing her if he did anything stupid.

Something really stupid.

For the second time, he stood up and tried getting out, but the case was still the same—he was still hopelessly stuck inside the room. Tired of trying to get out, he sat on the floor, his back resting on the door. He looked at her from the short distance and damn was she irresistible with her slightly parted lips, her soft curved body adorned with the beautifully laced bra which perfectly fit her caps to allow for a soft cleavage to curve as she unconsciously turned toward Seifer, who, at the sight, was roused with temptation.

Minutes passed but the temptation never ceased, in fact the more he ogled at her, the more he felt like giving in.

The moment he felt like fucking her, he stood up and strode towards the window to watch and muse himself with the view instead. He meditated over at the sight, eagerly intent to be absorbed in the rolling of the waves at a distance. He took in deep breaths as he gazed out the opposite side of the glass. The sea has never failed to amaze him in so many ways. It saved him from insanity once and from making a big mistake just a few minutes ago. He looked at the thrashing waters long and hard until something else came into view. To his dismay, his greatest dread happened, she distracted him into surrender. When the moon hid behind the clouds to cause temporary darkness outside, the glass changed its image from a beautiful seascape into a beautiful portrait of a woman reflected behind him.

Quistis

He clenched his teeth to see her so defenceless in all her beauty. The reflection never missed to expose her voluptuous curves and her ethereal splendour. He had to turn around to ogle at her gorgeousness again. Step by step he walked towards the bed and sat beside her causing the foam to droop, and her, to roll over to him.

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and watched her as she slept.

Damn, she was pretty even when drunk.

On his endless attempts to stop himself from giving in to temptation, he thought of every reason why he shouldn't, yet what of reason if the moment itself was telling him Go. He felt his intoxication burn him with heat. Sweat ran down his back and his uncontrolled hormones drove him mad.

Damn fucking testosterone!

Finally, with every frailty of a teenager, he leaned over to kiss her cheek. From her cheek, slowly, cautiously, his lips moved to the side of her neck. And slowly, unconsciously, she tilted her head to give him access and softly moaning as his kiss deepened, burying himself to her collar.

Inch by inch he moved his feet up t o lay beside her, and slowly, his hand began to touch her.

Exploring her.

Feeling her.

Slowly, his lips began to graze down her shoulders. Inch by inch he bit her flesh with his lips, kissing her breasts down to her pulsating belly.

She moved and groaned about as his kisses began to deepen and his touches became more intense.

Slowly, his hand travelled down her skirt, and began unzipping it, pulling it off and tossing it out the moment the zipper rolled down. Just like her skirt, he quickly removed his shirt throwing it on the floor along with his jeans.

Finally unable to resist the urge, he carefully opened her thighs and mounted her, causing her to pant at his shifting weight.

Slowly, he pushed his groin against hers, their underwears, the only thing that kept them apart.

Slowly, his hand travelled to her spine and slowly he lifted her waist to push harder against his pelvis.

Slowly, he began to kiss her again, ravishing her with his lips on her throat, down her shoulders, down her chest, down her breasts, down her ribs, down her belly,

Down.

He pressed hard their crutches, wet and hot, simultaneously panting just as hard as he grinded. Their bellies collided at every rise and fall of their breath. The more he pressed his groin on her, the wider she opened her thighs as if welcoming him to do his bidding. Pinning her hand and grate himself down on top of her, she wailed erotically as she tilted her waist left and right at the sensation. Though the feeling felt half-sensational, it was ecstasy. He smothered her with his caresses and kisses then felt an erection when she deliberately wound her legs around his back and called out his name.

"Seifer…" she muttered, knocking herself up at him.

Shocked to hear his name, he looked at her but found her deep asleep. But perhaps if she managed to call out his name like that, she wasn't dead unconscious. Although she was unaware about what was going on, her body remained active for pleasure.

"Quis…"

He called out her name, hoping for her eyes to somehow open that he might tell her he loved her, that he had fallen madly in love with her, and that he wanted his whole life spent with her. Although it wasn't the most Quistis Trepe-romantic way, laying in bed at that position, the alcohol had provided him with enough courage to confess.

But she didn't answer him, instead, she turned her head to side and let out another moan.

She was panting hard against his skin. Her sweat made her perfume fill the air with the blooming scent of roses and sweetness of strawberries, a mix of femininity and innocence which drove him mad. When it dripped down to mingle with his own sweat of ocean scented musk, it was like the room misted into a perfect blend of splurging petals and berries drowning into a sea of bottomless ocean of odours.

Slowly his hand moved to her underwear, gradually pulling it down to remove it. He was breathing hard, pulsing with urges of lust to get in her. He wanted to make a mark. He wanted her marked as his...

But she wasn't his.

He loved her and respected her, and couldn't find the reason to violate her. His feelings ran stronger than his hormones that he managed to stop himself from reaching home base.

What was he doing?

He closed his eyes and stopped himself from going any further.

This wasn't the Seifer Almasy he knew.

This was the Seifer Almasy in love.

Damn her.

Damn her for introducing the word guilt to him.

Damn her for making him care so much not to hurt her.

And damn her for making him fall so much…

So much.

He sighed and looked at her and suddenly realized that his weight was making her grasp for air, so he gently rolled over to the side and gently tucked one arm around her neck, while made his head rest on the cleft of her bosom. It was soft, sweet-scented, and very comforting.

He traced his finger from her lips, down her throat, down her breasts, down her bellybutton, watching his finger as it slid down her skin. Making random shapes with his fingertip on her hip, he saw her hand moved to her belly. He took it and held it close to his face, simply feeling her as he listened to her heart gradually regaining to beat in its normal pace together with her breathing.

He leaned his ear onto her chest and closed his eyes as he listened to heart beat. It beat slow and steady, a wonderfully calming throb. It was very soothing to hear her heart pulsate, knowing that she was alive, knowing that it wasn't a dream, feeling her so close to him, and pretending, even just for that night, that her heart was beating just for him.

No one but him.

o O o

Quistis woke up with an unfamiliar feeling euphoria. Her back felt a slight pleasurable pain and she felt herself somehow wake up to a blissful morning.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol.

Stretching her arms out in full, she struggled to get up, unwrapping herself beneath the layers of blankets and covers. When she finally sat up, her first instinct was to look at the room and recall everything that had happened. Her last memory was that last shot of vodka she gulped down after losing the bet she had with Zell, the rest was pitch black.

To where she sat, white linen curtains drifted with the cool morning sea breeze which entered through the arched windows. The room was adorned with every hue of blue stone patterned like waves and dolphins. The floor was carpeted by yet another unique shade of blue. She could hear the wind chimes knocking against each other from behind; indeed Balamb was a beautiful place to wake up to.

It wasn't until she saw her reflection in the mirror that she realized she was only wearing her lingerie. Her clothes had been neatly folded on the side of her bed. She felt scared, but quickly turned to panic when she felt her panty wet. Her heart slowed its phase, beating hard against her chest. She couldn't recall a damn thing. Just as she was about to be hysterical, Xu entered the room with a cup of hot coffee. Right away she pulled the blanket to cover her nakedness thinking it was a stranger.

"Don't worry, it's only me." Xu said, handing out Quistis' glasses which she didn't realize was just sitting right next to her.

Xu placed the cup on the side table and sat on the bed right next to her.

"You okay?"

"What happened last night?" Quistis asked with a good amount of worry in her expression.

"Well...we kinda got drunk, isn't it obvious?"

"I know, but what happened when we got drunk?"

"To be honest, I nodded off after eleventeen consecutive shots of vodka. I was pretty pathetic last night." She spoke a bit embarrassed, but then added more casually, "But Zell informed me that you were with Seifer all night."

"Seifer? SEIFER!" Quistis started to tremble with fear and rage.

"Why? What happened? What's wrong!" Xu demanded in all concern.

Her eyes became teary, her voice shattered, "I think Seifer did something to me last night..."

"WHAT! Can't be..."

"Xu, I'm stripped naked and my underwear's wet!" She cried, taking off her cover to reveal her bare flesh.

"Oh Quis..." Xu embraced her for comfort, but not long after concern escalated to anger. "Wait here, I'll go get him and Zell. We'll settle this right now." She rose with indignation. Releasing Quistis from her grip, she stood up and hastily exited the door.

Quistis was left to her thoughts.

How could he?

She trusted him...

She pulled in closer the covers and wept on her knees.

A few moments later she heard Xu's voice echoed in the hallway. It wasn't long before Seifer and Zell entered the room being dragged on the collar by Xu.

"Explain yourselves! What the HELL happened! Was this all part of a scheme to get Quistis!" She reprimanded, slapping the guys over and over.

There was a long pause. Nobody wanted to speak, both seemed guilty. Zell noticed Quistis was giving Seifer a very accusing and vengeful glare. He felt wrong, for if there was anyone to blame, it was him.

"Alright! I admit! This was MY idea! Seifer had NOTHING to do with this!" Zell pleaded, kneeling before Quistis, begging for forgiveness. "Quis, I'm sorry!"

Quistis looked at him with disgust and slapped his face hard. "You BASTARD! How could you do this to me!"

"I-I don't know...it's..." Zell stuttered to answer.

"You're sick! Get out..." she shouted pointing at the door.

"Quis, you don't understand! It's not what you think—" he tried to explain, but it was too late.

"I SAID GET OUT!" She doubled her volume, her face red and wet with tears.

Seifer just stood there, his heart pounded hard and slow; he too was expecting the worst.

"Alright, that's it! I'll take care of Zell." Xu assured dragging Zell by the ear. "Seifer, you stay here and talk things through with Quis!" she ordered as she closed the door behind her.

Xu strode the hallway with Zell being dragged along. When they reached a distance which seemed far enough from Quistis' room, she stopped on her feet and banged Zell onto the wall as hard as her strength could offer.

"What the hell was that! Zell, I don't understand!" Xu demanded, her voice held an edge of derision.

Zell was hysterical with guilt, his face still red from Quistis' slap. "I was only foolin' around with them! It was suppose to be a joke—"

"A JOKE!" Xu's voice resonated in the hall, "Dammit Zell! That was one HELL of a JOKE!"

"Shit! I didn't plan this to happen!" he reasoned, yelling.

"What were you expecting then, huh!" she yelled back in contemptuous tone.

"I dunno...they get drunk, spill their true feelin's and make them admit to each other—no nothin' bout makin' out!"

"I can't believe you! How stupid can you get!"

"Okay! I blew it! I'M SORRY!" he said, pounding the floor with his fists.

"Go tell Quis and Seifer that! I can only hope that she forgives him..."

o O o

As the argument outside between Xu and Zell went on, inside was a completely different situation. Seifer remained glued to the spot; unmoving and panicking at the thought of what Quistis might do. He'd care less if she hit him twice as hard as she hit Zell, what he was afraid of was losing her. He couldn't possibly afford to lose her, not at that point, not when he was finally in love with her.

He stood there stiff and quiet, thinking, what would he say? How could he approach her after what had happened? How would he approach her and make her believe that nothing happened. Sure 'it' didn't happen, but it still couldn't cover up the fact that something did happen.

Clad with the thick cotton comforter, her tears kept flowing in streams down her cheeks. She couldn't talk to him no matter how angry she was, she felt a sense of shame towards him after what had happened, and it was because of so much frustration that she couldn't afford to speak. She felt so foolish for letting herself get drunk the other night, and betrayed, for him to take advantage of her flaw. At that moment, she wasn't sure if she could ever look at him straight in the eyes, and it would be a big sacrifice considering that she had developed the fondness of staring at his eyes and simply letting herself get lost in its spheres. It was a heavy feeling for her; she wasn't prepared to lose the man she was finally certain she was so in love with.

Unable to take the sight of her crying, he took a deep breath and mustered every courage he could gather to approach her. Slowly, he positioned himself beside her, but also took the precaution of leaving ample space in case she would decide to hit him. It took another few minutes of uneasy silence, just the sound of her sobbing could be heard resonating with the wind chime before he found words to say.

"Please don't say nothing." He said, almost whispering.

"Why?" her voice, fragile and cracking.

He knelt on the floor beside her to face her, but she avoided him. She held closer the covers and shut her eyes, but the tears simply kept flowing.

For a moment, he watched her cry but couldn't stand the sight. A furious scream to his ear or full powered jab to his face was more bearable than a single tear. He couldn't stop but hate himself at the moment, to realize how much he had hurt her.

"I'm sorry…" he finally mumbled as he embraced her in the covers.

She tightened the closing of her eyelids and struggled to free herself from his grasp, her face drowning in tears. But the more she forced to get away, the tighter he held her. She was strong and she felt like she was already hurting him, but he was undeniably stronger.

"How could you do this to me!" she finally screamed, but her eyes never opened. "I trusted you! You made a promise…" her last words broke down to a mere whisper, "I trusted you…"

Her words stabbed him like a dagger. It was a painful blow, but nothing could compare to the fear and hurt at the possibility of losing her.

"Please…listen to me." He pleaded as he held her even tighter. "Nothing could cover up the fact that I made out with you…but I never had sex with you." His words trembled with his grip. "I couldn't do it…I couldn't afford to hurt you, not like this. I did everything to keep my promise because I cannot afford to lose you."

He carefully made her head rest on his shoulders.

She didn't refuse.

"I don't care if you burst my eardrums or rip me apart with a dull knife everyday my whole life if that is what it takes not lose you." He mumbled again, hurt.

There was a long silence between them, but slowly, she pushed him away, and slowly, she opened her eyes.

Finally, their eyes met.

"You kept your promise?"

He gave her the faintest smile, and nodded.

"I only managed to keep it halfway…but I never broke it."

She wiped her tears off and knocked herself on Seifer's chest giving him several faint punches as he hugged her.

"Sorry."

She made a slight nod but said nothing.

"…Do you…hate me?"

"…I can't…"

"I care about you...so much."

He kissed her forehead and warmly embraced her even tighter. His fingers stroked her soft locks behind.

Releasing her grip from the comforter to hug him back, she whispered ever so softly, "Thank you..."

Consciously this time, she knew the cover fell and she felt his arms pressed against her bare skin, but she could care less,

It was Seifer.

As she leaned in closer to pick up the familiar scent of ocean smothered on his skin and the slightest scent of her own perfume that had mingled with it, she felt nauseated. Acid filled the depths of her empty stomach engulfing it with pain, with the urge to vomit, two thoughts came to mind…she with either a few weeks pregnant—impossible—or last night's alcohol was making its dreaded aftershock effect…definitely! With confirmation, she wasn't able to hold in the urge and puked all over Seifer on the back.

Splurged all over with mixes of alcohol and acid, it definitely didn't feel good.

"Is this your way of getting back at me for what I did to you?" he said wiping off the slop with a resisted disgust, it was after all Quistis'.

Her little accident was a good excuse to lighten the mood.

Red with the guilt of embarrassment, she shook her head. "That's definitely not enough."

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Heads or Tails?

Chapter 16

"I'm pregnant."

Seifer jumped to his feet with utter disbelief causing the chair to topple behind. Nothing in his sane mind could he possibly fathom any delighted understanding to her notion, a simple "Ack!" escaped his lips as a sign of an uncalled for surprise—unsurprisingly.

"I got a pregnancy test, and it was positive."

"H-h-how?" he stuttered.

"We're having a baby!" she smiled.

"WHHHAAAAAT!" He fell on his butt, unable to think how to react at the news.

A/N: I really wasn't planning to write an erotic scene for this particular fic...but challenged myself to do so because it's something I always look forward to in every fic (naughty me) so I just empathized with you about looking for one in this fic, that's why I did it. I intended to go all the way up to the 'you know what' scene...I actually already typed it in before but realized, that's not how fairytale stories go! I still have to find a fairytale story whose characters fucked each other before the happily ever after. Hahahaha! And besides, it just destroys the light-heartedness of the fic, in fact, I think it did turn out to be a big cheesy drama, that's why I had to make the ending like so and that I have to apologize to those who were hoping to see some REAL action. :(