Voyeur
Title: Voyeur
Fandom: FFVIII
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Prompt: Afternoon
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Author's Note: Blurg.
Voyeur
Between classes and Headmasters, there wasn’t really much time for Quistis to get a moment alone in the mornings and early days. That was why she ended up on a balcony overlooking the gates; peace, quiet, the smell of flowers and the gentle wind caressing her face. That’s what she had told Rinoa when she’d been caught one afternoon, and it was only by Hyne’s good graces that the sorceress had never looked down.
Sure, afternoons were great for peace and quiet, but they were also great for working out, or catching someone doing just that. They were great for finding a certain cyclopean woman showing off her skill and prowess in the courtyard, for watching muscles go taught and sweat beading on milky white skin. They were great at making Quistis chew her lips as the object of her desires danced through impressive combat maneuvers without a care in the world.
Somewhere along the line Fujin would catch sight of her, their eyes would lock, and in that gaze Quistis would forget about classes, Headmasters, and former fleeting crushes. Between the shared look, fleeting dimples and rosy blushes, all her worries ceased, never to bother her during the afternoon.
Fandom: FFVIII
Pairing: Quistis/Fujin
Prompt: Afternoon
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Author's Note: Blurg.
Voyeur
Between classes and Headmasters, there wasn’t really much time for Quistis to get a moment alone in the mornings and early days. That was why she ended up on a balcony overlooking the gates; peace, quiet, the smell of flowers and the gentle wind caressing her face. That’s what she had told Rinoa when she’d been caught one afternoon, and it was only by Hyne’s good graces that the sorceress had never looked down.
Sure, afternoons were great for peace and quiet, but they were also great for working out, or catching someone doing just that. They were great for finding a certain cyclopean woman showing off her skill and prowess in the courtyard, for watching muscles go taught and sweat beading on milky white skin. They were great at making Quistis chew her lips as the object of her desires danced through impressive combat maneuvers without a care in the world.
Somewhere along the line Fujin would catch sight of her, their eyes would lock, and in that gaze Quistis would forget about classes, Headmasters, and former fleeting crushes. Between the shared look, fleeting dimples and rosy blushes, all her worries ceased, never to bother her during the afternoon.