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FFVIII, Quistis/Seifer (2/2)

(Anonymous) 2011-01-07 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Four [Snowbound]

Summers in Trabia were frigid; the winters were hell, which was Quistis had never spent much time on the continent. She'd never been a fan of snow and ice, a fact that hadn't changed over the years. So it was only incredibly bad luck that would have marooned her in an abandoned weigh station in the middle of a blizzard, a day's journey from any of the sparse civilization that inhabited the snowfields.

And her bad luck had a name: Seifer.

Even with fire spells to ignite the cabin's emergency stash of firewood, its anemic light did little to stave off the effects of the snowstorm raging around them. Just listening to the wind's muted howl reminded Quistis of its sting as she'd pushed through the snow, ice blistering against her face. They'd been lucky to make it as far as they had before they'd been buried in the snow.

"Pacing won't do you any good," Seifer advised from where he was busy creating a warm nest from the cabin's supply of blankets and padding on the floor in front of the fireplace. "Neither will worrying."

Quistis spared a glance from the window to give him a look. "Thank you for that enlightening revelation."

He rolled his eyes, but paused in his tasks. "Why am I doing all the work?"

"Because you're the reason we're here in the first place," she said, reaching up to make sure the fur-lined edge of her hood was still secure around her face.

"Fair enough." He went back to arranging the blankets.

"You're very calm about this," she pointed out as she followed his lead, shaking out the stack of folded blankets and adding them to the pile he'd created on the floor.

He shrugged. "I've lived here for a while now. I'm used to it."

Seifer had lived there in the wilds of Trabia for a few years, ever since he'd finally decided to settle down after months spent wandering in the wake of Ultimecia's defeat. And, of course, he'd chosen to Trabia with its horrible weather and inhospitability, except for when it came to being a nation that appreciated men with combat skills who showed up looking for work. Its isolationist policies and general disinterest in Garden had made it an ideal place to start over.

Just because Seifer had made his home there didn't mean Quistis had to like it.

Once all the blankets were spread out, Seifer grabbed the cabin's one source of light -- a lantern -- and sat it near the edge of the makeshift bed. With the lantern so close to the fire, it created a bubble of brightness in one corner of the cabin, a stark contrast to the windows that showed nothing but an unbroken sea of white. Next he hooked a hand around Quistis's elbow and drew her closer to him and the fire. He brushed a gloved hand over the sleeve of Quistis's parka. "This is wet," he explained. "You need to take it off."

She grudgingly compiled, as he did the same, shrugging out of his sodden coat, one of his shirts, his ice-caked boots and finally his gloves. Quistis followed his lead and couldn't help the sharp intake of breath that followed the feel of the cabin's still-glacial air hitting the bare skin that peeked out at her wrists and neck. But before she could give voice to her displeasure, Seifer was dragging her down into the pool of warmth he'd created between the blankets and the fire.

Part of her wanted to protest out of sheer habit as he arranged her how he pleased, but she knew he had to know better than she about how to proceed. They were surrounded by blankets, not lying flat but still reclined enough to make their positions comfortable. Seifer was almost wrapped around her, arms and legs tangled together, her head cradled against the line of his throat as he pulled the heaviest of the blankets over the top of them. She knew that body heat was the best defense in such artic conditions, but it didn't stop her from being surprised at how hot Seifer felt in the places where their skin touched; his hand, creeping under the hem of her shirts, felt like it burned where it ghosted over her back.

Once they were settled to his satisfaction, Seifer extinguished the lantern until they were only left with the reddish light of the fire. They were close enough that Quistis could still see Seifer's face when she lifted her face from where she had it pressed against his shoulder, her arms trapped in the scarce space between their bodies.

"How can I be sure this is just another pathetic seduction technique on your part?" she asked.

She could feel his laughter rumble in his chest. "Not even I'm good enough to arrange for a snowstorm," he told her. "Not that I'd ever need it."

"A storm?"

"A seduction technique," he said. "I don't have to work that hard."

"So you do a lot of seducing, then?" she asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he said, his tone equal parts amusement and superiority.

Quistis made a very unladylike sound of disbelief.

Instead of rising to the bait, he used the hand not under the hem of her shirts to guide her head back to his shoulder so that her face was protected from the icy air. "The storm should be over by the morning but we still have to walk the rest of the way. Less talk and more rest, Trepe."

As she felt Seifer curl in more closely to the heat her body offered, Quistis thought that perhaps he had the right of it on that, too.

Five [Pillow Talk]

Quistis had always found Shumi Village to be very inviting, from the kindness of its inhabitants to the earthy, rounded aesthetics of its architecture. Even the Hotel felt homey, where the small touches made all the difference: the china tea set, the music player, the hand-painted pots that held lush, dark-leaved plants. After spending more time than she'd ever wanted stumbling through a blizzard on Winter Island, she found Shumi Village an even more welcoming destination.

Especially since the soft, sturdy bed in her room was decorated with more than just beautiful woven blankets.

For what felt like the first time in years, Quistis was blessedly warm, Seifer pressed close against her beneath the covers, a searing line of heat against her skin. On another occasion, she might've felt too warm, but there was something about walking through a blizzard that made her appreciate every precious degree.

"What are thinking about?" Seifer asked, stroking calloused fingertips down the bare length of her arm, from shoulder to wrist.

"That this is my preferred method of sharing body heat," she teased, leaning in to trail her lips down the column of his throat.

His hands progressed from idle caresses to something with more intent. "We could've tried this last night if you'd said something."

Quistis pulled back a little to frown at him. "No, we couldn't have."

"Got it." Seifer grinned, moving to cover her body with his own. "Snow's not a turn-on for you."

"I told you your technique needed---" Seifer kissed her silent, the rest of her comment trapped between their mouths. By the time any sounds escaped her lips, they were breathy sighs as Seifer let his hand roam over a bare thigh.

"So, I'm guessing Trabia isn't on your short list for potential retirement spots."

Although his tone was light, Quistis could detect the real question in his words. She kept her eyes cast down, focused on where she traced patterns on the tanned skin of his bicep. "It wouldn't be my first choice, no."

The tension was subtle but she felt it in his body everywhere they touched.

"Hey." She cradled his face in her hands, forcing his eyes on hers. "We'll figure it out," she promised.

"Will we?"

"If you're willing," Quistis told him. "There's always compromise. Balamb?"

His laugh was not pleasant. "Not hardly."

"Esthar? It's only across the mountains."

"How about you cozy up to the Elder and get yourself set up here?" Seifer asked.

"Not hardly," she parroted back.

Seifer was leaning against his hand, watching her with an inscrutable expression that she'd never quite learned to read. "You are the most impossible woman I've ever met."

She slid her arms around his neck, pulling him in close again. "If that's the case, then why do you put up with me, hmm?"

He brushed the tangled hair from her face, something terribly tender in his eyes as he watched his hand move against the strands. "There's this voice in my head that tells me to jump into danger every chance I get."

Quistis's chest was suddenly too small to contain her heart because it was thundering against her sides, spurred by an onslaught of memories. She surged forward and kissed him fiercely, then used the distraction to roll them so that she was on top of him, her weight keeping him pinned beneath her.

"We've come a long way," she said. "It would be ashamed to give up now."

"You're not letting the blizzard thing go, are you?"

"I was speaking metaphorically." She nipped at his bottom lip, a sting she quickly soothed with her tongue. "But no."

"We'll just have to see about that," Seifer said.

Under the gentle assault of his hands and his mouth, his skin sliding against hers, Quistis couldn't think about anything but Seifer -- not the cold, or the blizzard, or the distance they'd come and had to go. There was nothing but the heat that always flashed between them, flaring hot enough to burn away anything else.

(the end)