Therapy Session

Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the setting. I make no profit from this fic. This won't be anything hardcore, so if you are looking for that, try a different author...I prefer sweet fluffy smut. Unless Xu and Quistis are involved, then all bets are off...
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Go talk to a wall.
No leadership qualities.
Go talk to a wall.
Failed instructor.
Go talk to a wall.
I'm not asking you to say anything. I just want you to listen.
Go talk to a...

Cursing, Quistis Trepe angrily tossed another notebook into the cardboard box, relishing the sweet flavor of wrath on her tongue. It felt far better to curse than it did to cry, though it wasn't nearly as satisfying. Damn, damn, damn...

It was much easier to cry, to let the tears flow and surrender to waves of self-loathing, but she had never been one to do things the easy way. It would have been easy to go out with Xu and throw back shots instead of studying. It would have been easy to settle for mediocre grades instead of shattering all academic records at the prestigious institution. It would have been easy to simply remain the youngest SeeD ever instead of applying for that teaching license. It would have been easy to let one of her adoring fans worship her in a much more intimate way than sending her simple love notes and flowers. Any one of her Trepies would have leapt at the chance to listen to her problems, offering her a kind shoulder or a warm hug. It would have been much easier than trying to get Squall Leonhart to listen to her.

But Quistis Trepe just wasn't like that.

"What the hell was I thinking?" Muttering to herself, she grabbed handfuls of pencils and pens, paper and highlighters, carefully crafted notes and detailed class schedules, shoving them all into that box that held every symbol of her hard work and dedication. It wasn't fucking fair! She had saved that bastards life when he tripped in the sands of Dollet, piercing the robotic spider's titanium body with a furious storm of gunfire, screaming at the transport captain to wait just one more minute for the last student. He would have died if it hadn't been for her. He would have never passed his SeeD exam and met that...that girl at the ball if it hadn't been for her.

Shaking her head, Quistis laughed at herself. Squall wouldn't have told her to talk to a wall if she hadn't taken him into her confidence and told him of her demotion. True, she wanted him; she wanted him badly, but she really just needed someone to listen to her. Just for one night. Xu was still locked in her office, finishing some paperwork and she had no other friends. Her obsessive study habits and draconian work ethic completely alienated her from her peers. So...why not tell him? Why not tell Squall, the boy with the soulful gray eyes and the careless dark hair, the boy that made her heart race every time that she saw him; why not tell him that she was now his equal? Perhaps if he knew that she was no longer his superior, he might be open to...well, he might be open to...

Go talk to a wall.

"Son of a bitch!" Quistis threw her fist into the video screen behind her...what used to be her desk. Wincing when the blood started to course from her split skin, she put her hand to her mouth and sucked the small lacerations. It figured...every single fucking time that she thought of Squall, she always found herself feeling nothing but pain.

"My, my, my. Looks like my dear Instructor has one hell of a nasty temper!"

Quistis spun around and met the amused green eyes of her least favorite student.

Seifer.

Seifer Almasy.

Shit.

"What are you doing here, Seifer?"

"Why, dear Instructor! You wound me! I simply wanted to see my favorite teacher before..."

"How long have you been here?" Quickly clasping her hands behind her back in an attempt to seem professional, Quistis tried to outwit the tall young man leaning against a student desk. Of all the people to see her at the lowest point in her life, the gods had seen fit to send her tormentor to laugh at her misfortune.

"Shouldn't you be harassing the underclassmen? Perhaps even studying, since you've failed your exam for the third time?"

Seifer shoved his desk back and closed the distance between them in quick strides. "Funny, Instructor. Real fucking funny." Grabbing her wrist, he held the injured hand to the light, watching her blue eyes narrow as he wiped his thumb across the drying blood. "Yeah, that's a real funny thing, coming from you." Kissing the blood on her hand, he tasted copper and fire, knowing that she would hate him for seeing her in such a dejected state.

Quistis felt her throat constrict. The bastard knew. Goddamnit, the bastard fucking knew! "And just why is that so amusing, Seifer?"

Seifer grinned. "Word gets around fast, Trepe."

"Word? I wouldn't know what you're talking about."

Seifer watched her cheeks flush and felt the pulse under his fingertips quicken. She had always been so much better than everyone else, so much smarter, so much faster, so much...just so much her that it drove him mad. The little bitch wouldn't even look at him, always staring at Leonhart, always looking at him with those eyes, those glorious sapphire eyes.

Those eyes...fuck her!

Why the hell did she always seem to look at that cocksucker? He pulled her closer, wanting to hurt her for ignoring him and always favoring his rival. He wanted to see tears in her eyes and see her breath catch in her throat. "Well, it's common knowledge that you've wanted to fuck Leonhart since you started teaching him, and a few students happened to hear your little conversation in the secret area."

Jerking her hand from his grasp, Quistis turned around and faced the spider-web cracks her fist had recently made in the display board. She thought that they had kept their voices low enough to escape notice. Now that Seifer knew about her termination from the job she loved so much, the whole damned school would know. "Shut the hell up, Seifer."

"Sucks to be turned down, doesn't it?" He moved behind her, close enough to feel the heat of her slim body radiating through her clothes and smell the delicious scent of lavender in her beautiful golden hair. He wanted to wrap his hands in her hair so he could pull her head back, lick her throat and taste her raspberry perfume. He wanted to tear her clothes off so he could drape that blonde hair over her breasts, see the pink nipples peeking from strands of gold and lace.

"Shut. Up. Seifer." Quistis felt him moving behind her, the warm breath on her neck and the rustling of fabric as his coat brushed against her legs. She wanted to kick her foot backwards and pop him in the kneecap, but it was oddly comforting to have someone so close.

"Tell me...did he really tell you to talk to a wall?" Seifer removed his jacket and threw it to the floor.

Her eyes betrayed her, releasing a series of hot tears onto her cheeks before she could stop them. No, no, no, no! She was not going to start crying now, not when she had done so well...and most definitely not in front of Seifer Almasy. It didn't matter that she could have fallen into his arms for simply asking...it was still Seifer fucking Almasy, the King Dick of Balamb Garden and supreme fuck-up that cost her the instructor license.

"Why the hell do you care what he said to me?"

Seifer pressed against her back and put his hands around her waist, pulling her hips closer to his own, unconsciously grinding into her ass. One hand moved a bit lower on her leg and Seifer felt her thigh twitch in response.

So, the Ice Queen Instructor wasn't as frozen as she seemed. Well, well, well.

He smiled when she stiffened, her body going rigid at the unexpected contact, though she didn't pull away. He felt himself growing hard as well, welcoming the discomfort his presence always caused for his beloved instructor.

What the hell was wrong with Leonhart? She was tits and legs, lips and brains. Blonde and tall and she used a goddamn WHIP? Seifer had spent many nights jacking off in his dorm, his hand sliding over his cock, wishing that she would humble herself enough to realize that he wanted her more than any of her goddamned Trepies...and most certainly more than Squall ever would.

How the fuck could Leonhart ignore such a beautiful woman?

Lightly kissing the back of her neck, Seifer moved his hands from her hips to the leather sleeves she wore to protect her arms from stray whip lashes. She was wearing that hot little number she wore into battle instead of her SeeD uniform. For him. For fucking Squall...

The training center...she had risked the fearsome creatures in the training center just to talk to Leonhart. Seifer knew that the secret area remained secret for a reason. Students had been killed when they tried to sneak into the secret area unprepared, expecting only to get laid and forgetting that hungry beasts lurked in the shadows.

He himself had spent many evenings in the secret area of the training center, pumping and grinding with faceless co-eds, trying to forget a certain set of gorgeous blue eyes and an amazing body. It had never worked. She still drove him crazy. "I don't give a damn what he said. He's a fucking moron. I want to know what YOU said to him."

Yes, Seifer wondered whether she was the innocent princess she seemed to be, or whether she did like he did, touching herself, whispering to a person that would never whisper back. Did she spend her evenings locked in her room, fingers in her cunt, on her breasts, her...goddamn it! She was Xu's roommate. Did Quistis ever force her to pretend that she was Squall, just so she could lie to herself and pretend that it was Squall's tongue between her thighs instead of Xu's?

Xu would love that. She was almost as bad for the instructor as Seifer.

Could the blind bitch not tell that he wanted her so much that he had to wear that trenchcoat to class just to cover his rock-hard dick when he saw her enter the classroom, still yawning and drowsy with that sexy sleep-mussed hair?

Softly groaning, Seifer pressed his hips into hers, unaware that he was even moving, all the while pulling those leather guards from her arms and exposing the white skin beneath. He wanted to pull one of her hands to his crotch to ease some of the ache, to make her understand what she did to him everyday, but he held tightly to her fingers, pulling them to her shoulders so he could suck on the tips.

Quistis stood completely still, unable to believe that Seifer had removed her sleeves and was rubbing his calloused palms along the length of her arms. The feathery kisses at her neck were replaced by something wilder, fiercer as he traced his tongue and teeth over her newly exposed shoulders, gently biting her flesh and forcing a whimper from her throat.

Why? Why was he doing this to her? Voice cracking, she pleaded with him to stop. She already had enough cruelty for one night; why did he have to tease her to make it worse? "Seifer, stop this."

Quistis felt a sudden draft on her belly and chest, gasping when she realized that Seifer had unzipped her top and had slid his hands under her bra, gently squeezing her breasts. When he pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, an astonishing sensation raced through her core. She pulled away, frightened by the erection pressed into her ass and those insistent lips on her neck. It was wrong and they could get caught and...damn it, she was enjoying every second. "Seifer! Stop! Why are you doing this to me?"

Why? Why? Did she really have to ask? She was beautiful and forbidden, summer heat and aching temptation. She was what he had wanted ever since the first time he saw her walking the halls of Balamb Garden.

Snarling, Seifer tore the fabric from her shoulders and sat her on the edge of the desk, placing himself between her knees and hitching her skirt up to her waist. His cock was begging for release of some sort, but there was a battle to be won first. Dropping to his knees, he began nibbling the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of faint red marks where he sucked and licked on his way to the satin barrier concealing her cunt. "Doing what? Am I fucking hurting you?"

"N-no, but...holy hell! What are you doing?" Quistis started to clench her knees together when Seifer ripped her panties away, but when his tongue found her rapidly heating folds, she fell back onto the desk, writhing in sudden pleasure. What was he doing, indeed?

She had some experience, of course, but that was only with fumbling hands and clumsy fingers, never with such...such....

Seifer darted his tongue over her sensitive apex, over and back, down to her center, tasting her. She moaned and his cock throbbed in rhythm with her voice. Gently biting her clit, chuckling when she grabbed his hair, he dragged his mouth to her belly, leaving a shining trail of saliva and sacred fluids on her muscular stomach. Her hips lifted from the desk, protesting his abandonment, seeking his mouth again.

Seifer felt a sudden rush of anger when he saw that she held her hand over her eyes, refusing to look at him. Roughly shoving his fingers into her slit, he stretched her opening and teased her clit with his thumb, sliding against that wet heat. In, out, in, out, over and over until she bit her lower lip and started to lean into his hands. Still watching her face, he growled, "Is this what you want Leonhart to do to you? Is this what you dream of when he's fucking IGNORING you?"

His hands moved faster, reaching within her, feeling every contraction as her pussy tensed and released over his demanding fingers. Sweat was beading on her forehead and Seifer allowed himself a cocky smirk. She was loving every second of what he was giving her. "Puberty Boy could never make you sweat, could he?" He pushed deeper, twitching his fingers against her walls, feeling the slick resistance as she tried to sit up and look at him.

Truth be told, her thoughts of Squall were much more innocent. She doubted that Squall even knew how to move his hands like..."Seifer, please. I can't talk about him, not when you're...oh God, Seifer..."

That was what he needed to hear. That was exactly what he needed to hear. Tearing his belt from the loops and finally freeing his cock, Seifer pushed her farther back on the desk and knelt between her legs, inhaling her essence and readying himself to enter forbidden territory.

Fucking her brains out on that desk had been a fantasy of his since she first stepped into that classroom, wearing that ridiculously short skirt and those fucking glasses.

"Say it again, Instructor."

She could taste herself on his lips when he kissed her, salty and sweet and nothing but sex, and she wondered if the same thought was going through his mind. Turning her head slightly, she teased, "Mmm? Say what, exactly?"

Seifer bit her, pulling her lip and growling his response.

"Say my fucking name."

Quistis felt him shudder when she grabbed his cock and stroked it, drawing him ever closer to her.

That conceited bastard. Who the hell did he think he was?

Licking her palm, Quistis wrapped her hand around his dick again and pulled and tugged, eliciting a series of helpless grunts from Seifer. He pumped against her hand, inhaling sharply when she squeezed the shaft and ran her thumb along the head, now sticky with hot fluid.

"I'll say your name when you do something to impress me, Seifer. I've always been so disappointed in your academic performance, so maybe you should..."

Seifer grinned. There was a reason he liked her that had nothing to do with her looks. She was a fucking bitch that held no punches when it came to verbal fisticuffs. Entering her with a cry, he pulled her closer to him, sliding within her, rising higher and higher. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he kissed her throat and lips, breathing heavily onto her skin.

Quistis held tightly to him, rocking and moving, biting at his shoulder as he pushed with increasing frequency. Her teeth left white imprints on his skin as she struggled to keep herself from saying his name. She didn't want him to win.

Faster and harder, Seifer and Quistis began to move in synch with each other, gliding on that slick tether, pumping and driving; the tension growing until the cord snapped and they screamed each others' names.
Panting, Seifer kissed her again, gently tasting her lips before pulling back with a smirk.

"I've wanted to do this since you started teaching."

Quistis raised a single skeptical eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yeah, I'm glad I caught you before you moved your junk out of your desk. After tonight, this desk will belong to some dumbshit instructor that doesn't know what the hell he's doing."

Quistis slapped him on the arm. "Thanks a lot, asshole. Remind me again that I've just been fired."

Seifer laughed. "At least I didn't tell you to talk to a wall, Trepe."

Quistis considered the soreness of her muscles and the satisfied feel of his body still atop hers.

"No, this was much more therapeutic than any discussion. I wanted someone to listen to me, but you've taken the words right out of my mouth, Seifer."