|JL Sigman (jlsigman) wrote in het_challenge,|
@ 2008-09-26 14:47:00
|Entry tags:||a: jlsigman, f: final fantasy 8, r: promptbuilding|
"The Night of the Dance", Final Fantasy VIII, Seifer/Quistis
Title: The Night of the Dance
Warnings: semi-graphic sex
Word count: 528
Prompt: Seifer/Quistis: 17. initiation - 83. the fireworks were literal
Another year, another celebration as new SeeDs were reaped from what had been sown. It had been some time since her initiation, not quite as long since his, but this personal celebration was new. There would have been a time when they would have vehemently denied themselves this, each other, the possibilities that life really could go on once everything you knew and had been was torn down.
They were well-matched before as teacher and student, pushing each other to their limits, although they would have protested any insinuation that there was anything behind the bickering besides unresolved childhood feelings buried beneath the weight of the Guardian Forces power. When Seifer finally graduated and became a true SeeD, Quistis had been the first to congratulate him, and the first that he thought really meant it, as surprising as thinking of her as anything other than a relentless instructor was.
Bursts of color lit up the room; starting dim, then flaring to bright before fading away. Gold painted her skin, showed him where to touch her. Red tinted his eyes, until she made him close them again with her mouth. The explosions that must have accompanied the lights were lost in the sounds of breathless moans and skin sliding over skin.
The world was unsettled, still, with powers rising and struggling for control in the vacuum Ultimecia left in her wake. Dollet had been free, then overrun, then free again. Timber had it's freedom, then lost it and once again fought to regain it. Galbadia had splinted into factions and city-states that constantly warred over resources and weapons. SeeD were sent out again and again to prevent the world from annihilating itself, and very soon Seifer and Quistis found themselves partnered again and again, sharing days on the battlefield and nights huddled with their comrades around a dim campfire. When, exactly, they had become partners they could never say.
He entered her slowly, reverently, showing her the care and compassion that very few others had ever seen. She wrapped her legs around his waist as they found their rhythm, letting herself lose control like she never would in the classroom or even on the battlefield. They moved together, fingers and tongues entwining, like magic, like battle, the rush of drawing and thrusting all becoming as close as possible to one.
Seifer had met her at the door to escort her to the evening's dance, and it was perfectly natural to stare in wonder at the transformation she made from Instructor Trepe to Quistis. They mingled, they congratulated Squall on his impending fatherhood, she danced with rapidly-aging Cid and distracted him for a while as he sat with a too-thin Edea and badgered her into eating a little. They found themselves together in the middle of the dance floor, moving as one, and suddenly it was too crowded and too hot.
She drew him all the way in, arching her back and calling his name in ecstasy. He ground his hips into hers, feeling her release trigger his, groaning into her neck and ear. They lay panting, the fireworks fading, the stars slowly coming back out.