Bedtime Story No. 2
Forever SeeDy
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Meanwhile ...
FYI: The character I've named Sasha is, in the
game, Trepie No. 1. ^_^Chapter 4 ~ Forever SeeDyQuistis woke up giggling in the
chilly air of her apartment Saturday morning. During the night she had a funny
dream about watching fish fuck in a giant aquarium. Small fish, big fish
with their tiny penises (penii?) out. Humping in milky water.
“Hyne, that’s soooooo weird!” It was cold enough in her
apartment that she expected to see her breath as she talked. (Didn’t happen.)
Instead, she snuggled deeper under her covers and wondered what it all meant.
Talk about bizarre. And on top of that, while she stood and watched all
the fish, someone strange was whispering in her ear. About something that
seemed important.
“It wasn’t the guy,” Quisty yawned, “it was a girl.”
And it wasn’t Selphie or Rinoa.
Outside the window, the morning was gray and a light snow fell on Timber.
As Quisty blinked the sleep out of her eyes and watched the blanket of white
coming down, the images of her dream began to fade like wisps of smoke.
“Oh no!” she struggled to hang onto the words, the color, and the meaning,
“What was that girl saying? I should know ….”
But the words, the shapes, and the colors disappeared before her like snowflakes
melting on a glass window, returning to where they were born, before they could
be grasped.
Quisty yawned again, “I hate when that happens!”
Another cold, snowy December day. The night before, she ran home all the
way from the train station to take a hot shower. And not just because she
had some strange guy’s cum all over her. It felt good to wash everything
away ~ the lies, the secrets, and the fact that ….
She contemplated getting out of bed, “I can’t even have a decent
relationship like other people.”
Quisty eyed her coffee maker, only a scant few feet away, but never so far.
Why she had to change her sheets the night before ~ it was some time after they
finished doing each other in the limo that she had passed out.
Seems champagne and intravenous tranquilizers weren’t such a good mix after
all.
How she got out of the limo was little sketchy to Quistis. The last she
remembered, she was laying on her stomach and Mr. Mystery was coming on her ass.
That was when everything started to fade ~ the lights, the feel of torama fur,
sweet sticky champagne, and the hum of the road beneath them somewhere.
Shapes shifted before her; she tried to keep her eyes open. But it
didn’t work.
When she came to, groggy and trying to focus, Mr. Mystery was carrying her up
the stairs to her apartment and Quistis was thinking to herself,
Oh yeah. He knows where I live.
Everything was a blur. He laid her down gently on her own bed and then
took off her coat and boots. In the dark, he undressed and got into bed
with her. There, he opened her thighs and entered her again, his cock
pushing in her hard while he feverishly kissed her breasts, her neck, her face,
her eyelids. His kisses were so urgent that Quistis felt like he was
trying to eat her tongue. At one point she couldn’t catch her breath and
pushed him away briefly.
That was when he said it.
And he said it again and again and again.
“I gotta stop thinking about this,” Quistis threw the covers off of herself
and got out of bed, “make some coffee and turn the heat up!”
She pranced into her small kitchen wearing only a blue and green flannel shirt
and then stopped.
Something was wrong.
All of her thoughts about Mr. Mystery flew from her mind, pushed by a sharp
winter wind. There was something white fanned out on the floor by her
front doorway.
“Oh my god, no wonder it’s so cold in here!”
A mini-flurry of snow had come in under the door. It sparkled against her
dark wood floor like a field of tiny diamonds. As she watched, they spread
out with a puff as if from a breath.
“The door’s open downstairs!” She shrieked and ran for her fluffy
slippers, pulling the front door open and putting one on at the same time.
She stopped in her tracks again. Quistis gasped, her pink slipper falling
from her fingers onto the snowy floor.
“What the hell?”
Across the threshold of the door was a huge white box the size of a coffin.
“What the fuck?”
A sudden jolt of fear raced through her veins. Even roses grown next to a
nuclear reactor didn’t come this huge. The box seemed to be about 6 feet
long by 3 feet wide.
Quisty put her slipper on, “All right. If you’re hiding in there,
you’re gonna be so sorry.” She poked the box with her foot and
discovered that it was light. Ignoring the chill creeping up her legs, she
cautiously kicked the lid off the box and held her breath. When she saw
what was inside, her eyes flew open wide,
“Good Hyne!”
It was a mass of white fur nearly as long as the box and packed in pale blue
satin. She reached down to touch it. It was soft as a rabbit with a
ripple of silver running through it.
“No way,” Quistis tugged at it, pulling it out of the box. It turned
out to be a long fur coat. “Snow lion?” She shook it out and
held it up to her body, “Yup. That’s what it is.”
Floor-length, cut and dyed. One thing about snow lions ~ you could get a
lot of warm coats out of just one animal. But they had to be trimmed,
otherwise the person wearing it would look like a big fuzzball. The coats
were warm, and expensive. There were no farm-raised snow lions.
They could only be found in the woods up by Trabia, and they were hard to kill.
“Wow,” Quistis put it on. For a brief second she contemplated who the
coat might have come from. There was no card with it. Then she shook
her head, “There’s only one person with enough money for one of these.
It’s him.”
She looked down the stairs at the front door open a crack and the snow swirling
in. He didn’t close it hard enough. In her long coat and fluffy
pink slippers she went down to close the door, but first she looked up and down
Center Street. No cars. No one walking. No Seifer at the phone
booth on the corner. Just her in her snuggly new coat.
At the same moment she forced the door closed against the snow, the phone rang
upstairs.
“Hyne, I hope it’s Selphie,” Quistis whispered to herself, “I can’t
stand keeping a secret anymore.”
She skidded into her kitchen and picked the phone up from the breakfast bar,
“Hello?”
“Yeah,” a male voice said on the other end.
Another chill crept up her spine like a jolt of electricity that made the little
hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She had a feeling ….
“It’s you, isn’t it?”
“Yup,” he said, breathing softly, “Quissy ….”
Hyne save us!
“Seifer,” she said plainly, standing in her fluffy slippers and fluffy coat.
“Yup again.”
When she thought about it, it couldn’t have been Selphie. Or any of them
from Balamb. They were all at Squall and Rinoa’s wedding in Deiling
City. She and Seifer were probably the only two people on the planet not
at Squall’s wedding. Fujin and Rajin were probably there, even.
Quisty started to make coffee, still wearing her coat, “Did you send me a gift
again?”
He paused. “You just know everything, doncha?”
She smiled to herself without answering him. His voice was different
today. Usually Seifer’s voice was loud and domineering. This
morning he seemed almost quiet. Subdued.
“It’s beautiful, Seifer. Where are you, anyway? You see, I don’t
know everything. I looked out the door and you’re not at the phone booth
….”
“Let’s cut the shit, Quisty,” he said, sounding as if he were tired.
“What?” Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
“We need to talk.” He said under his breath, “Jeez, I never thought I’d
be saying that to a girl ….”
“Oh.” Quis watched the rich brown Galbadian roast slowly fill the
carafe, and felt another chill come over her despite her full-length snow lion
coat.
Is it you, Seifer?
She said, “About what?”
“I’m at the Timber Hotel. We need to talk about us, Quistis ~ where
we’re going. Because ….” He left off there, but she could
still hear him breathing, “Why don’t you come here? I’ve got another
surprise for you. We can talk and order room service.”
I think he’ll admit it now.
“Yeah? What’re you gonna say to me, Seifer?”
He laughed like his old self, “I’m not tellin’ you ‘til you get here!”
He was in room 302. Quisty caught the significance of that immediately ~
it was the reverse of 203. She promised him she’d be there in half an
hour, hung up the phone, and started to get ready. As she looked through
her clothes, she wondered ….
Seifer, it has to be you. But why are you so determined to have me?
Considering all she knew about him, his reang png probably went back to the time they
dated when they were 15. Back then, Quisty refused to have sex with him.
Absolutely refused. Seifer had a reputation for blabbing it all over every
time he got laid. More than that, every time Quisty thought about him the
words of a song played over and over in her head:
done, done
I’m on to the next one
done, I’m done
and I’m on to the next
And now? He must’ve accidentally found out that she was dancing at the
Blue Kitten, and when he went there he saw her. Seeing her, he must’ve
hatched a plan. And planning led to having.
Looking at her dresses, Quistis didn't hear herself saying with mild alarm, “And
what will having lead
to?”
She turned from her closet and hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower,
seriously thinking about the sex they had in the past few days. He was
good, that was for sure. He had given her orgasms like she’d never had
before. Which was par for the course ~ he’d had so much damned
experience, it would’ve been weird if he wasn’t good.
Thinking about their sex didn’t make Quistis feel any better. She washed
her hair and worried about having her heart broken.
better than the Railroad Street Hotel. For one, it smelled a lot better.
Winter Festival was a week away and the lobby was decorated with pine boughs and
sweet-smelling berries. Sprays of tiny white lights covered the ceiling,
making the lobby seem warm and elegant.
Quistis continued past the front desk to the elevators, where she hit the UP
button.
Oh, yeah ~ it’s Seifer’s birthday next week. Right after winter
carnival.
Gee, I actually can’t wait to hear what he needs to tell me. This is a
first.
Thinking about it made her laugh. Quis had never been good at guessing
what Seifer might do. No one had ever been good at that ~ not even Fujin
or Rajin. Was Seifer even good at predicting what he would do next?
Quisty didn’t think so.
She floated down the hallway to room 302 in her snow lion coat and knocked on
the door.
“C’min,” Seifer said on the othide.ide.
The door wasn’t locked. She noticed immediately that he had one of the
smaller rooms in the Timber Hotel, but this one had a king-sized bed in it.
He was sitting on the edge of it, bottle of beer in one hand, staring at the
floor. He didn’t look up at her.
“Hey,” she said and quietly closed the door behind her.
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“Quisty, I … I think we should talk about giving us a chance,” he said.
He had on faded jeans, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his thick
silver watch. It made him seem older than 18. More adult-like.
She went to the little refrigerator in the room, took out an orange juice, and
sat next to him on the bed, “Okay.”
“What are you doing?” He said and took her juice away from her.
He put it back in the little fridge and took out a split of champagne, “Drink
this instead.”
“Wooooo!” Quis screwed the top off of it.
“Here,” he held up his bottle of beer, “let’s toast to us.”
Seifer was still having a hard time looking her in the eye. He seemed
defenseless for the first time in his life. Quisty put her fingers under
his smooth chin and did her best breathy foreign accent,
“Seifer Almasy, ooo sexy beast, wook into my eyes.”
He did, “I’m trying to be serious, dammit!”
“Well, you can still look at me.”
His usually smooth face had a pinched look about it, as if he’d been thinking
too much. Quistis examined him carefully and wanted to giggle.
I can finally read his eyes! So Seifer Almasy does have a soul.
Quistis clinked her tiny champagne bottle against his, “To us!”
“To us,” he agreed.
They each drank the other’s drink and Quistis remembered how much she hated
beer, “Here. You can have your beer back.” Before he could
think, she leaned forward and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Seifer responded instantly. He put his arms around Quisty and pulled her
close to him, kissing her hard, licking her tongue. She kissed him back
just as urgently, burying her fingers in his thick blond hair.
Please don’t break my heart, Seifer.
He dropped his bottle of beer on the floor. Quis listened to it fizzle out
onto the carpet, amused. He was taking her breath away, caressing her face
and neck as he kissed her mouth, brushing his lips against hers. He pulled
back from her just enough to slip his hand inside her coat,
“What’s underneath here?”
She pushed his hand away, “Something for later.”
“You think so?” He kissed her again, briefly, “You’re not getting
your gift until I get mine!”
“Really?” Quistis smiled at him, “I thought we were gonna talk.”
“Mmmm,” Seifer buried his face in her neck, “we can talk after.”
He slipped his hand inside her coat again to feel something odd. She
wasn’t wearing clothing, and yet she wasn’t naked. She was wearing
something thick and smooth to the touch. His hands felt good so Quisty let
him roam for a little while.
Then she had an idea.
The radio was on, playing a song that reminded Quisty of the Blue Kitten.
She pushed Seifer’s hand away from her left breast and stood up,
“I have a present of my own to give, to sexy beasts only. Lay back on
the bed and relax.”
Seifer did as she said, laying back on the bed pillows with one arm behind his
head. The radio played and she turned it up a little:
I broke apart my insides
I've got no soul to sell
For the first time, not as Mikki Blue, Quisty stood with her back to her
audience, thinking for a moment. As the heavy metal music went on, she let
the coat fall off her shoulders and looked back at Seifer. So far all he
could see was that she was wearing something that tied in back of her neck, and
it was white. Quisty rotated her hips once in a circnd bnd bent over,
sweeping her coat back off of her hips, showing her ass to Seifer.
the only thing that works for me
help me get away
I wanna fuck you
I wanna taste you
I wanna feel you
“Oh, holy shit,” was all he said, sitting up board-straight.
I wanna be you
just like an animal
This day she felt like wearing something she had bought at Next to Nekky.
It was a white leather cowgirl outfit, a matching bra and thong panty with long
fringe over the breasts and at her hips. The crotch of her panties was
laced together by leather ties that could be undone, revealing her sex.
The bra was also tied together between her breasts and could be undone to reveal
see-through lace underneath. Quistis put this together with a pair of
white thigh-high stockings and short white cowboy boots. They were hell to
wear on a snowy day, but it was all worth it.
Seifer’s mouth hung open.
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
Quistis turned smoothly on her three-inch heels, took off the coat Seifer bought
her, and threw it on the bed.
help me tear down my reason,
help me its' your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect,
help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
She danced in place for a moment, unlacing the ties holding her bra together.
When she was all unlaced but not showing anything yet, Quistis cupped her
breasts for Seifer and, looking him in the eye, flicked her tongue at him.
He reached out to grab her and she danced away. He crawled to the edge of
the bed.
Quisty turned toward him again and got closer. This time she straddled one
of his long thighs and rubbed her crotch on him.
I wanna fuck you
I wanna taste you
I wanna feel you
I wanna be you
He buried his face in her breasts and moaned. As soon as his hands came up
to cup her ass, she pulled away from him.
“You prick tease,” he said, reaching out to grab at her again.
“I just want you to be hard,” Quistis handed him the ties to her crotch.
He pulled on them, “Well, hell, babe, I’ve been hard since you got here.”
Seifer pulled Quistis closer to him so he could kiss her tummy.
“Prove it,” she said and pushed him back on the bed. He went
willingly. Quistis got on top of him and slowly started to undo his belt.
“Damned tease,” he pushed her fingers away and unbuckled his own belt,
quickly, watching her through half-lidded eyes. Her bra was open and he
could almost see her nipples. As soon as his dick was free, it was his
plan to tear Quisty’s underwear off of her and ride her hard for the rest of
the afternoon.
He unzipped and Quisty watched, her breasts heaving. She was looking
forward to another soul-searing orgasm and felt her sex becoming wet in
anticipation.
Seifer pushed his jeans and underwear down his thighs. He was hard and
ready for her and enjoyed himself immensely as Quisty’s eyes got bigger and
bigger, taking in his sex.
All of a sudden, she screamed and jumped off of him, covering her mouth.
“What the hell?!?” Seifer put a pillow over his crotch, “What
are you screaming about?”
It … all this time … she ….
Quis started at Seifer in shock. Finally, she took her hand from her
mouth,
“It’s not you!”
“What?” He said, puzzled.
“People don’t grow pubic hair back in one day!”
His dick. It wasn’t the same. Quistis was sure it would be.
Then when she saw it ~ it wasn’t the same thickness. Quisty was sure she
could identify the right dick from a dick line-up if she had to. But the
topper was the golden fluff of his hair.
He leaned back on the bed in exasperation, “What the hell are you talking
about?”
What now? Quisty’s mind raced a million miles a minute, like a tumbler,
until all the digits clicked into place. She grabbed her coat off the bed,
“I gotta go!”
As she closed the door to room 302, she heard a frustrated Seifer yell Quistis!
But she couldn’t. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know.
Down the hall to the elevators, Quissy tied her bra together and held her coat
closed in front of her as she raced through the hotel lobby. Outside at
the curb were two taxis. Quisty flew into the first one,
“I need to get to Deiling City!”
The cab driver bore a striking resemblance to the train station imp, “Lady,
that’s a 200 gil fare!”
“If you get me there in half the time, there’s an extra thousand gil in it
for you.”
“You got it!” He peeled away from the curb so fast that he sent Quisty
tumbling across the back seat, legs up.
boyfriend?” The cab driver said after an hour on the road, looking at
Quisty through the rearview mirror.
“No,” she murmured, watching the cold and barren landscape flash past.
She couldn’t sleep. Didn’t want to. Should have.
Couldn’t. Too much to think about.
S.
Not Seifer. Why would it be Squall? He could’ve had her for free
lots of times. No. Right at the beginning she had said the name.
Sasha.
Her friends called him Trepie Number One. He was a friend of Squall’s.
He would be at the wedding today.
“Driver,” Quisty leaned over the front seat as soon as they entered Deiling
City, “Galbadia Park Centre.”
D.C. was like a ghost town. In front of the centre was nothing but a bank
of limousines. No one was outside, waiting for the bus, or strolling down
the sidewalk, which was strange for this city even on a gray winter day.
Quistis paid the driver and then ran up the marble front stairs to the centre.
She opened the heavy front doors by herself and slipped inside the large
marble-walled lobby.
The first person she saw was Irvine, standing patiently like an usher, watching
the ceremony unfold in the main hall. Handsome as usual, his long hair
pulled back in a black ribbon, he was dressed in the traditional Galbadian
colors of red and black. He saw Quisty and smiled, not noticing that her
hair was kind of crazy looking,
“Hiya! You just made it. Squall was late. Isn’t that
….”
There were about 500 people in the main hall, and some of those closest to the
doors were looking over their shoulders at Quisty and Irvine. She pulled
him off to the side,
“C’mere for a second.”
When they arrived at a spot where Quistis felt not everyone could see them, she
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his black pants.
“Quisty, right here?” He said quietly.
Not the dick. She realized it immediately. Irvine was a little
longer than usual, but not as thick.
Quistis continued on into the hall. Zell was coming up the aisle toward
her, also dressed in red and black,
“Quis, you made it!” He said as soon as he got close to her. Now
even more people were staring. At the opposite end of the hall, Squall and
Rinoa were standing before a Galbadian army officer. Rinoa was dressed in
red, Squall in black. Selphie and Cid were maid of honor and best man.
They had turned around and were staring, too.
“C’mere,” Quistis grabbed Zell by the arm and pulled him into the foyer
where a perplexed Irvine was buckling his belt.
She quickly pulled Zell’s pants down.
“What the fuck, Quisty!?!” He tried to stop her, but she was
able to inspect him anyway.
Nope again. Zell was too long and too thick. Quis felt
her face go red,
“Now I know why pony girl’s so in love with you.”
But there were more to be inspected, and all candidates seemed to be here at
Squall’s wedding.
She walked down the aisle slowly, looking over the crowd, making a spectacle of
herself and not caring. It seemed that not only was Mikki Blue dead, but
the old Quistis was dead as well. As she strolled along, more and more of
the crowd turned to see what was going on.
Where was Sasha?
She scanned all faces carefully. Edea and Ellone hand turned around in
their seats and were watching her, as was General Caraway. Ellone motioned
Quisty over to where she was sitting, but Quistis ignored her. Laguna was
sitting in front, waving to her, too, and smiling.
Laguna? Doubtful. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to check ….
Quisty continued up the aisle, a pretty blonde girl in an expensive fur coat and
high-heeled cowboy boots.
The crowd was silent, respectful. Far away the army officer in his blue
uniform murmured solemnly to Squall and Rinoa.
Zell came up to take Quisty’s arm and find her a seat but she brushed him
away. At that moment, Rinoa turned around. Her brown eyes locked on
Quistis and then flew open wide in shock. The officer’s words died in
the air. Squall turned around to also see what was going on, his face
impassive.
Squall.
She kept walking, one foot after the other, as if in a dream. Drifting
forward. Her hands at her side, her coat fell open. Like a cat,
Rinoa pounced, a flurry of red out of the corner of Quisty’s eye. Quis
had a vague feeling that Rin was screaming, Selphie holding her back.
Again she felt a hand on her arm and brushed it away.
This ends now.
One foot in front of the other. Approach carefully. As one would a
dangerous animal.
Squall was standing at the altar next to a bug-eyed army officer who was taking
in Quisty’s scantily-clad body. General Caraway came from right field,
“Young woman, what do you think you’re doing?”
Squall. Sasha.
One thing about Sasha. He was dark-skinned. And Quisty’s lover was
light-skinned.
She suspected that in the back of her mind she knew all along it wasn’t Sasha.
The strange girl in her dream ~ that’s what she had been telling Quisty.
Her lover’s name, over and over again.
Squall watched Quistis as she approached him carefully, Selphie and Laguna
holding a screaming Rinoa in the background. General Caraway had become
occupied with finding someone to help him carry Quistis out.
As soon as she was close enough to Squall, she said,
“You told me you loved me.”
He kept his cool. It had been trained into him until he felt more like an
iceberg than a human being. A hush fell over the crowd. She said it
again, her voice louder this time,
“You told me you loved me. Yesterday when you were fucking me in my bed,
you told me you loved me.”
Above the growing crowd noise, Dr. Kadowaki said, “Quistis!”
Her eyes filled with tears. She couldn’t help it. And yet Squall
remained impassive in front of her, his eyes blank.
“Miss,” General Caraway grabbed Quistis by the arm, “I want you out of
here right now!”
She pulled away from him yet again. There was only one thing left to do.
Quisty unzipped Squall’s black pants and reached inside as the crowd gasped.
Still can’t get a reaction out of him.
She was starting to feel kind of crazy, but at least she had him in her hand.
She took him out so she could be certain. Behind her, Rinoa fainted as the
crowd noise escalated into a yell. From left field, she heard Selphie say,
“Quisty, have you lost your mind?”
Bingo.
Yes, it was.
It was.
Squall pushed her hand away from his dick and zipped up just as Rinoa, breaking
away from Selphie, screamed I hate you, you fucking bitch! and picked up
an urn of flowers to hurl at Quisty’s head. He pulled her out of the way
in the nick of time and took her in his arms. Now there was a big splash
of water on the floor keeping the crowd from rushing Quistis and Squall.
He said to General Caraway just before heading out the side door, “This girl
is seriously ill. I need to get her in the back of a limo so I can give
her a meat injection.”
Using their powers of auto-haste, they managed to beat the angry mob out of the
hall. Squall even locked the outer door on them. He picked Quistis
up in his arms and ran with her to the last limo in line at the curb just as
people were starting to stream out the centre’s front doors, with the pack led
by General Caraway.
Quisty slumped against Squall’s shoulder as the limo raced through the streets
of Deiling City, heading east. She felt totally wrecked and, as Selphie
guessed, a little crazy. But she also felt mostly on the good side.
Squall’s warm body was comfortable and familiar.
“Why?” Was all she managed to say, her face buried in his black shirt.
“Why?” He said to her, opening the bar, “Hyne, I need a drink after
that one!”
“Why were you showing your pussy to a bunch of strange guys? Huh?
Showing ‘em your stuff and taking their money,” he gave her a drink of
something strong, It made her cough, warming her at the same time.
Squall warmed her, too. She snuggled into him and said,
“Where are we going?”
“Hell if I know. We’re in so much trouble, I don’t know who will
take us in,” he laughed, taking another drink from the tiny airline bottle.
“Mmmm,” was all Quistis could say. She was sleepy and her eyes were
starting to close; that was okay. She was with her Squall, and he was the
same as always ~ strong and hard as ice. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she
enjoyed his body. His thighs were stretched out in front of him, one hand
draped over his lap.
She was home at last. Where she belonged. The world that had once
been like a puzzle with all the pieces scattered suddenly made sense again.
Quisty blinked hard, wanting to stay awake. As the limo hit the outer city
limits and raced toward the darkening eastern night sky, she suddenly became
afraid that if she went to sleep, she would wake up only to find herself having
another weird dream.
“Hey,” Squall said and nudged her. He put his hands under her coat and
pulled Quisty close to him, “Let’s go back to Balamb.”
“Let’s start over,” she said, looking into hrighright blue eyes.
Squall tilted her face up and kissed her, brushing her soft petal lips.
All of the wrong moves he had made in the past were gone now. As he cupped
his lover’s round breasts in his hands, he knew what all the right moves would
be, and they were all inside his Quistis, starting in Balamb, and going on
forever.
& Nine Inch Nails.