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FFVIII: Open
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Quistis
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Quistis is afraid of the dark. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
admitby20.
It wasn't so much the darkness Quistis was afraid of, as just having one sense missing. At least, that's what she told herself, every time she slipped into bed with the light still on and tried to sleep. She didn't believe herself one bit, but that wasn't the point. The point was facing her students the next day and telling them never to be afraid. That fear was dying before you'd even stepped onto the battlefield, because it impaired you and held you back and ruined everything you tried to do.
Hypocrite, she told herself, silently, curled up under the covers staring at her uniform crumpled on the floor.
When Seifer came, though, he barely seemed to notice. As he opened the door and walked in like he owned the place, he brushed his hand across the light switch, but Quistis sat up quickly. "Don't turn the lights off."
And he just shrugged it off.
He fucked her with the lights on and in some ways she was scared because he could see her face -- oh so pale and vulnerable and then flushed but always, always so much more open when he was inside her, ripping away all barriers and making her feel and respond. They lay in the light, tangled together, and he grumbled at the light, burying his face in her shoulder.
For a time, he didn't say anything at all.
"You afraid of the dark?" he asked, at last, and Quistis had been dreading it, but actually he seemed to understand. He wasn't taunting, wasn't laughing. He could laugh all he liked when he left her room, but at least he wasn't laughing in her face.
"Yes," she said, very softly, and he nodded and got comfortable with his face hidden against the warmth of her skin.
Pairing: Seifer/Quistis
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Quistis is afraid of the dark. For
admitby20.It wasn't so much the darkness Quistis was afraid of, as just having one sense missing. At least, that's what she told herself, every time she slipped into bed with the light still on and tried to sleep. She didn't believe herself one bit, but that wasn't the point. The point was facing her students the next day and telling them never to be afraid. That fear was dying before you'd even stepped onto the battlefield, because it impaired you and held you back and ruined everything you tried to do.
Hypocrite, she told herself, silently, curled up under the covers staring at her uniform crumpled on the floor.
When Seifer came, though, he barely seemed to notice. As he opened the door and walked in like he owned the place, he brushed his hand across the light switch, but Quistis sat up quickly. "Don't turn the lights off."
And he just shrugged it off.
He fucked her with the lights on and in some ways she was scared because he could see her face -- oh so pale and vulnerable and then flushed but always, always so much more open when he was inside her, ripping away all barriers and making her feel and respond. They lay in the light, tangled together, and he grumbled at the light, burying his face in her shoulder.
For a time, he didn't say anything at all.
"You afraid of the dark?" he asked, at last, and Quistis had been dreading it, but actually he seemed to understand. He wasn't taunting, wasn't laughing. He could laugh all he liked when he left her room, but at least he wasn't laughing in her face.
"Yes," she said, very softly, and he nodded and got comfortable with his face hidden against the warmth of her skin.
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