The Landing

"What a night this has been." She muttered to herself, the only woman in the place aside from a hairy trucker type who was sitting with what could only be described as her long suffering husband/partner. Tossing her flame red hair, which she left tumbled until now, she took a hairgrip from her bag and effortlessly clipped it up leaving the neckline a little more exposed than usual. But she was still essentially Quistis.

He looked around the room, a little too slowly for his own liking. He didn't usually like taking in the sights of a run down tavern. Wooden floors, wooden chairs, brass bar, ashtrays cluttering the tables, glasses still half full with the people holding them to their lips resembling the last dregs of small town old timers. But he wasn't in a mood for expensive, classy places he liked to frequent just so he could get his kicks laughing at the 'beautiful people'. "Beautiful", he shook his head and then muttered "Yeah right."

And then she clocked him. He looked at her at that moment too. And they both knew they were in trouble.

Realising he acknowledged her presence by just thinking that thought, he turned to the barkeeper. "Time to close up shop you think? And the key to the room please." The barkeep looked haggard by now. Deep thoughts hidden by the lines in the face, too tired to argue. "TAVERN CLOSING, PLEASE FINISH." The barkeep shouts, with much effort.

The regulars not really caring it was early stood up, finished their drinks in unison, and without a goodnight from any single one of them, they followed each other as Ants do out of the tavern door.

He got the key, turning back, briefly looking downward toward his hand where the key lay. "5", the black marker pen that screamed up at him had been scrawled on the keyring attachment....... "Black boots?" his mind shouted. "Long black boots by the looks of it." But he knew what that meant and he caught a glimpse of her perfume.

She stood before him for a split second, and placed the empty glass on the bar. "Drink, barkeep." she said, loud enough so that the barkeep could hear her in the back.

The barkeep came out, and was about to say "Tavern closed" before he looked at the young blond man who nodded at him. He didn't argue. He got her another moonshine as she had been ordering them all night, and placed a beer near to the man.

"Cheers." She breathed, clinking her bottle on his. And took a gulp as Hyne only knew she needed to.

He merely nodded, not surprised in anyway by her actions. He let his bottle near to his lips, really needing to gulp down the lot in one straight go, instead looking at her at all times never letting his eyes off her taking a slow portion of his drink into his mouth, and swallowing it.

"Seifer Almasy." She said, her eyes registering him. He kind of liked that. Recognition was always good. Having her say his name was even better. He wanted to say something sarcastically annoying but instead stuck with a respectable "Nice to see you too, Quis."

Somehow, she saw for a brief flickering moment what was behind his eyes. And she felt the most intense desire course through her. He caught her eye again, and registered this. The two were playing off each other, each revelling in their own moment.

Seifer heard the barkeep shout. "OFF HOME. GOODNIGHT. YOU KNOW WHERE THE KEYS ARE, PLEASE LOCK WHEN YOU GO HOME AND THROW THEM BACK THROUGH THE MAILBOX." He didn't answer, just kept on looking at her.

"Free bar." Quistis exclaimed. "You want something else." she asked him, already walking around the other side of the small bar.
"Yeah", he said, with a deep voice. He wanted to add something, but his instinct would tell him when it was right to do so.

She put him another beer on the bar, and took a bottle of Moonshine for herself. Rather than walk around again, she propped herself up on the bar, slid her bottom across the hard wood, and draped her legs over the other side. "See, Easy." she sang.

With this, Seifer couldn't hold much more. He walked towards her, and pushed himself past a chair, and stood right in front of her. She looked at him a little confused.

"What?"

"Excuse me." He cocked his head to one side, and proceeded to take a step closer towards her, just so his body was pressing against her legs. His hand came up a little to meet her left knee and pushed her leg gently to one side, so that her other leg would follow, and he was stood between her legs. He reached his other arm out, and leaned across her to reach his beer. He could hear her heartbeat almost, but he knew he could feel her breath quicken a little. The realisation of such made him drag his beer towards him and slide it down to the other side of the wooden bar. That was enough for him. He wanted to do things to her she'd only ever dreamed of on those lonely nights that he would one day actually do to her.

She shifted forward a little, her legs a little more parted, but more of her flesh feeling the texture of the fabric on his coat, essentially - touching him. She looked at him again in the eyes. Wanting him to do things to her she'd only imagined. He could hear her moan slightly and that was invitation enough. Seifer's instinct kicked in. "I want you, Quistis. I want you here and I want you now. I want to fuck your brains out. I want to feel you around me."

Quistis had reached her point too. She leaned toward his face, and put her arms around his neck, kissing him with a ferocious passion. His lips found themselves roaming hers, exploring her sensitivity to his touch. Making her respond, to which she did so pausing for a split moment to gasp with the sheer force of it all. He let out a moan in response to her gasp, letting his hands feel her legs once again finding her knees and pulling them apart a little more.

Seifer marvelled at how he could smell her wetness already. He was devoured by it. He wanted more. "Quistis..." he whispered, and then slid slowly downward infront of her, almost kneeling.

Whilst in this position he managed to shift up her skirt, and pull her a little closer, not so as to pull her off, as she was more or less on the edge. Quistis was already shaking a little, he slid his hands up more, and expertly pulled off her thong, tossing it to one side. Leaving his hands free to wander downward, parting open her legs gently, more wider. He slid his tongue up the inside of her leg and she shook at the touch, knowing what was coming. Her, soon.


Letting his tongue reach her mound, he at first kissed it, and then he took his tongue and parted the lips of her womanhood. She arched her back, aching for him to feel more of her. Pushing herself into him a little, he took the signal and licked her a little harder, moving his tongue in circles, tasting her wetness. She cried out, pushing herself against him harder. He sucked on her for a moment and this caused her to shake harder, he continued to suck and lick her when she began to speed the rotation of her hips slightly. He wanted to push her right to the edge. He wanted her to lose her inhibitions, to which she rapidly was. His tongue darting in and out of her, licking her whilst his lips continued to gently suck on her. She'd gone past the edge, she didn't care. "Eat my pussy". She breathed heavily. He knew she'd gone past the point of inhibition now, and he increased his pressure on her.

The hardness in his trousers was straining to be released. She was now in full swing, every so often she would murmur something. "Seifer, YES" she cried at one point. He felt her building. His pressure increased again. She was bucking her hips wildly, but his face buried in her pussy followed her movements. "OH... OH YES" she was breathing really hard. Seifer enjoying her moment continued. She rocked her hips against his face, coming hard. He pushed his tongue upwards and into her again, and he felt her contracting on his tongue. Her wetness coming out in floods.

He came away from her mound, licking his lips and wiping his face with a tissue he kept in his pocket. Then he took his jacket off and threw it to the floor.

She hardly had caught her breath when she saw this action and she wanted him inside her immediately. "Fuck my brains out, Seifer." she begged. She slipped down off the bar and reached straight for his trousers. Hands tangled in belts. He reached up to her jacket and slowly pulled the zipper down, leaving him access to her breasts. She wore no bra under her jacket. Seifer rolled her nipples between his fingers, reaching his head forward to lick and suck on them.

She managed to undo his belt, and his buttonfly trousers, slipping her hand down the front, she felt for him. He moaned slightly when her hand closed around his hardness.

She began to move her hand up and down, slowly. He stood up straight and let his head fall back, whilst she manoevred down. She let him slide into her mouth, and Seifer let out a hard moan to this. She did this, licking the head of his erection, and the shaft.

He couldn't take no more. She was his. He pulled her up, and let her jump up around him, wrapping her legs tightly around him whilst he carried her to the closest wall. She loosened her grip a little. "Fuck me, Seifer. Take me. Make love to me." she murmured in his ear.

He let his hardness find the sweet spot. As he pushed into her, she came instantly. Still wanting more, she cried out "Take me..."

The wetness around his cock was too great a feeling. This was his desire and her desire mingling. He began to thrust. "Make love to me, Quis" he whispered.

He continued thrusting, she met his every thrust with one of her own. His length really hitting all her good spots, and his width filling her. "Oh. Mm. Seifer..." He began to thrust harder, he felt a slight twitch in his erection, and moaned. He could even feel her pressure building once again. With every thrust, he murmured into her ear. "Do me, Quis. Oh, Hyne - Oh my Hyne. Make me yours."

She continued to move with him. "Seifer, oh Seifer. Oh, OH." She exclaimed, as he rolled his hips whilst inside her. He could feel himself about to literally burst. She began to cry out, her breathing hard, his breath gently covering her ear with his words. "Make me yours."

She shouted out at the point of her climax. This sent him into oblivion. He started to shake himself. His erection throbbed for release. And at the point of released he cried out, releasing his seed into her, letting her feel his orgasm. "You're mine." she whispered, letting him catch hold of himself, and with him still inside her, she kissed him.

More to come! Some plot! Yay!

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