Final Fantasy VIII Laguna/Quistis liaison
Okay this pairing? This has been my super-sekrit pairing for *years*...
Liason
It doesn’t mean anything.
It’s not like they plan this.
It happens when she shows up for official business that lasts for more than a day. Never at Garden though. Never.
He’s not the same, hair longer, body broader, heavier from the passage of years. She can’t forget that he’s the father in her arms, in her body. Not the unattainable son.
She’s slim and hard, curves lying thinly over muscle. Bright blonde hair tangled in his hands, not dark. She’s nothing like his memories.
He speaks to her, endearments that fall so easily, he’s not quiet. He’d never be quiet. He doesn’t have that ingrained inhibition, to not get caught, to not let even a breath of rumor surface.
Her sounds are low, caught in her throat even when abandoned in bliss. No humming tune of music or knowing laugh, just a bare whisper of a name against skin. At least it’s his she mouths.
The first time, they blamed it on alcohol.
The second that terrible afternoon of waiting that ended in relief and joy instead of grief.