FFVIII: Conviction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Xu, Seifer/Quistis
Warnings: Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Xu wants to make Quistis lose her cool. For over_look.
Quistis is calm and cool and strait-laced, like Xu should be, and perversely that makes Xu feel even more like doing something about it, doing something to make Quistis flushed and dishevelled and thoroughly ruffled. There are certain things that are appropriate between high-ranking SeeDs who work together often, and this is one of those things that definitely isn't, and yet the fantasy persists.
It is, Xu concludes, the kind of guilty pleasure permissable as a fantasy as long as nothing is done about it.
Naturally, things happen to put that conviction -- the conviction that she mustn't do anything about it -- to the test. It's the way the world works and, leaning against one wall of the elevator and watching Quistis as she opens a panel and fiddles with the electronics, Xu thinks that there must be someone, somewhere, dictating her life, and that someone has a horrible sense of humour.
"I can't fix it," Quistis concludes, after too damn long. Xu nods and looks away, finds refuge in the dullness of the brushed metal walls. It's a good thing she isn't claustrophobic, though she almost feels it now, the lift too damn narrow and Quistis' body too damn close to hers even with inches between them.
"They'll have someone working on it as soon as they realise," she says, when she realises Quistis is waiting for a reply. She curses the fact that she left her pager in her room in her hurry to answer a summons from Cid. She curses, too, the fact that there's plenty of privacy and that her imagination is running away with the fact that really, nobody would know if she pressed Quistis back to the wall and kissed her right now. She hates that she blushes, hates that she can feel the warmth in her cheeks and hates knowing that Quistis won't miss a thing as obvious as that.
True to form, Quistis notices, puts a hand on Xu's arm. "Are you okay? I didn't know you were claustrophobic... or is something else?"
"I'm not claustrophobic, it's just... warm in here."
Quistis raises an eyebrow slightly. It's not warm, not exactly -- a chill always lingers in the elevators for some reason -- but Xu shrugs slightly and looks away, and Quistis seems to accept the excuse. She turns her head to press her cheek against the cool metal, and tries not to think about how warm Quistis' body would be, how flushed she would look, how utterly breathtaking.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
Xu nods and closes her eyes. She imagines what she'd do if she had the chance -- she'd push Quistis back against the wall, push her skirt up --
She opens her eyes again. Quistis is looking at her with the kind of puzzled look she used to regard Seifer with. That I don't know what your problem is, but I'm going to find out look. Something about that makes Xu snap. Maybe it's the fact that Quistis is thinking of Seifer -- bastard could never deserve her, though she knows and Seifer knows that if he tried, Quistis'd give -- and she can't stand that. Maybe it's just the closeness, the itch in her fingers to damn being proper and damn propriety.
She kisses Quistis. Really, truly kisses her, pushing her against the wall and pressing against her, pushing her tongue into her mouth and closing her eyes. That kind of kiss. The kind of kiss she's never had before because she is prim and proper Xu.
She pulls back when Quistis kisses back, and stares at her. And Quistis is smiling; not quite so prim and proper, her cheeks a little flushed and her mouth curled into a satisfied smile. Xu doesn't bother to wait about and ask about it, but kisses her again -- softer at first, because Quistis isn't going to push her away, and then harder and deeper like she's always wanted to.
And then she pushes up Quistis' skirt, hooks her fingers in her panties to draw them down, because she's always wanted. Both of them are breathing faster already, and Quistis' eyes slide shut when Xu touches her, brushing her fingers over her hip.
"Okay?" Xu asks, just to make sure. She expects just a nod, but Quistis opens her eyes again, and that smile is there again, pleased, almost smug.
"Yes."
So Xu touches her. She doesn't take her time over it, not now, because they're in a goddamned elevator and they'd be on their way to see Cid if the elevator hadn't stopped. She teases a little, though, so the flush deepens and Quistis' breath quickens. She rubs her fingers in tiny circles, slides them back, watching Quistis catch her breath, and then slides them forward again, teasing, drawing it out. She pushes one finger into Quistis first, just to see her reaction, smiling when she bites her lip to hold back some noise of pleasure, pushes two fingers in next time, pushes deep, watching Quistis shudder.
One day, she wants Quistis to do this to her.
Not now. Not yet.
Two fingers, hard and deep, so that Quistis' back arches and she has to bite back a louder noise. Kisses, then, hot and startingly sweet, and Quistis' fingers running restlessly through her hair, catching and tangling. "Oh god," she says, and Xu smiles, curls her fingers, pulls them out, pushes them back in. "Oh... oh Xu."
There's something about Quistis murmuring her name in that tone that makes Xu shiver herself. She kisses Quistis roughly, pulls her fingers out and teases again, and then stops teasing, so that Quistis' back arches again and she moans aloud, once, twice, catching her breath in an almost-sob. She shudders when she comes, stiffens, moaning Xu's name, asking her to stop, begging her not to, and she looks exactly as Xu has always wanted her, flushed and beautiful and ruffled.
It feels like coming down from a high, returning to stark, practical reality, as Xu wipes her fingers on the inside of Quistis' skirt and helps her straighten up. It'd be like it never happened, but Quistis wraps her arms around her and holds her tight, kisses her.
"Don't let that be the last time," she says, and even with all the pinching in the world, Xu can't wake herself up.
She doesn't hear a single word Cid says, when they finally get to see him.
Pairing: Quistis/Xu, Seifer/Quistis
Warnings: Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Xu wants to make Quistis lose her cool. For over_look.
Quistis is calm and cool and strait-laced, like Xu should be, and perversely that makes Xu feel even more like doing something about it, doing something to make Quistis flushed and dishevelled and thoroughly ruffled. There are certain things that are appropriate between high-ranking SeeDs who work together often, and this is one of those things that definitely isn't, and yet the fantasy persists.
It is, Xu concludes, the kind of guilty pleasure permissable as a fantasy as long as nothing is done about it.
Naturally, things happen to put that conviction -- the conviction that she mustn't do anything about it -- to the test. It's the way the world works and, leaning against one wall of the elevator and watching Quistis as she opens a panel and fiddles with the electronics, Xu thinks that there must be someone, somewhere, dictating her life, and that someone has a horrible sense of humour.
"I can't fix it," Quistis concludes, after too damn long. Xu nods and looks away, finds refuge in the dullness of the brushed metal walls. It's a good thing she isn't claustrophobic, though she almost feels it now, the lift too damn narrow and Quistis' body too damn close to hers even with inches between them.
"They'll have someone working on it as soon as they realise," she says, when she realises Quistis is waiting for a reply. She curses the fact that she left her pager in her room in her hurry to answer a summons from Cid. She curses, too, the fact that there's plenty of privacy and that her imagination is running away with the fact that really, nobody would know if she pressed Quistis back to the wall and kissed her right now. She hates that she blushes, hates that she can feel the warmth in her cheeks and hates knowing that Quistis won't miss a thing as obvious as that.
True to form, Quistis notices, puts a hand on Xu's arm. "Are you okay? I didn't know you were claustrophobic... or is something else?"
"I'm not claustrophobic, it's just... warm in here."
Quistis raises an eyebrow slightly. It's not warm, not exactly -- a chill always lingers in the elevators for some reason -- but Xu shrugs slightly and looks away, and Quistis seems to accept the excuse. She turns her head to press her cheek against the cool metal, and tries not to think about how warm Quistis' body would be, how flushed she would look, how utterly breathtaking.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
Xu nods and closes her eyes. She imagines what she'd do if she had the chance -- she'd push Quistis back against the wall, push her skirt up --
She opens her eyes again. Quistis is looking at her with the kind of puzzled look she used to regard Seifer with. That I don't know what your problem is, but I'm going to find out look. Something about that makes Xu snap. Maybe it's the fact that Quistis is thinking of Seifer -- bastard could never deserve her, though she knows and Seifer knows that if he tried, Quistis'd give -- and she can't stand that. Maybe it's just the closeness, the itch in her fingers to damn being proper and damn propriety.
She kisses Quistis. Really, truly kisses her, pushing her against the wall and pressing against her, pushing her tongue into her mouth and closing her eyes. That kind of kiss. The kind of kiss she's never had before because she is prim and proper Xu.
She pulls back when Quistis kisses back, and stares at her. And Quistis is smiling; not quite so prim and proper, her cheeks a little flushed and her mouth curled into a satisfied smile. Xu doesn't bother to wait about and ask about it, but kisses her again -- softer at first, because Quistis isn't going to push her away, and then harder and deeper like she's always wanted to.
And then she pushes up Quistis' skirt, hooks her fingers in her panties to draw them down, because she's always wanted. Both of them are breathing faster already, and Quistis' eyes slide shut when Xu touches her, brushing her fingers over her hip.
"Okay?" Xu asks, just to make sure. She expects just a nod, but Quistis opens her eyes again, and that smile is there again, pleased, almost smug.
"Yes."
So Xu touches her. She doesn't take her time over it, not now, because they're in a goddamned elevator and they'd be on their way to see Cid if the elevator hadn't stopped. She teases a little, though, so the flush deepens and Quistis' breath quickens. She rubs her fingers in tiny circles, slides them back, watching Quistis catch her breath, and then slides them forward again, teasing, drawing it out. She pushes one finger into Quistis first, just to see her reaction, smiling when she bites her lip to hold back some noise of pleasure, pushes two fingers in next time, pushes deep, watching Quistis shudder.
One day, she wants Quistis to do this to her.
Not now. Not yet.
Two fingers, hard and deep, so that Quistis' back arches and she has to bite back a louder noise. Kisses, then, hot and startingly sweet, and Quistis' fingers running restlessly through her hair, catching and tangling. "Oh god," she says, and Xu smiles, curls her fingers, pulls them out, pushes them back in. "Oh... oh Xu."
There's something about Quistis murmuring her name in that tone that makes Xu shiver herself. She kisses Quistis roughly, pulls her fingers out and teases again, and then stops teasing, so that Quistis' back arches again and she moans aloud, once, twice, catching her breath in an almost-sob. She shudders when she comes, stiffens, moaning Xu's name, asking her to stop, begging her not to, and she looks exactly as Xu has always wanted her, flushed and beautiful and ruffled.
It feels like coming down from a high, returning to stark, practical reality, as Xu wipes her fingers on the inside of Quistis' skirt and helps her straighten up. It'd be like it never happened, but Quistis wraps her arms around her and holds her tight, kisses her.
"Don't let that be the last time," she says, and even with all the pinching in the world, Xu can't wake herself up.
She doesn't hear a single word Cid says, when they finally get to see him.