Forbidden

Forbidden

By RobertDogwood@aol.com

Graciously Edited by Ksipesh

Final Fantasy VIII characters and locations from said game are owned by SquareSoft.

Original characters, original locations and plot Copyright RobertDogwood 2002

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Dedicated to Ifalna

In one of her many kind reviews of Star Crossed Lovers, Ifalna mentioned she wished
I did Quistis – Seifer romances. This one is for you, Ifalna.

Check out her profile page, please.

NC-17 for Sexual Content. Enter at Your Own Risk.

Chapter One

A few months after the destruction of Ultimecia, the City of East Academy was finally able to wrest itself free from Galbadian control, although Deling City wasn’t about to relinquish all authority without a struggle. That’s how it came about that Quistis and Irvine were sent on a diplomatic mission to East Academy – the erstwhile newly formed government had requested of the Garden to send two representatives to lend aid to them at the peace conference with the Galbadian government.

Quistis and Irvine were sitting in the mostly empty day coach on the train to East Academy on the second leg of their journey, having already taken the train from Balamb to Timber. Both were sitting quietly, each privy to their own thoughts regarding their present situation.
As the young blonde instructor watched the rolling countryside go by her window, she thought, 'Why in the world did they send Irvine with me to do this? Why not at least Squall, who has some experience in this area? Are they setting me up to fail once again? Selphie, with all of her sometimes silliness, would have been a more apt a choice than Irvine. Oh well, I’ll just have to do the best I can. Maybe if we can pull this off, I’ll get back on the fast track again.'

Irvine sat across from her on a bench, offering the usual vacant smile that he presented any beautiful woman within his eyesight. 'Man, why couldn’t they have sent Selphie along too? Oh, well. Ya know, Quistis looks particularly hot today. I wonder if she’s realized yet that she’s very lonely?

A few minutes later as the train began to slow in its approach to the East Academy Train Station, the blonde instructor and her cohort quietly, but efficiently, gathered their suit cases, carry-on bags and other possessions and prepared to depart once the train stopped.
Stepping down from the train, Irvine took charge and whistled up a Yellow Cab that took them directly to their new home while staying in East Academy – the 'East Academy Arms Hotel.' A few minutes later a bellman was showing them to their respective third floor rooms. After stowing most of his possessions away, Irvine walked the twenty feet or so down to the blonde instructor’s room, where Quistis was currently talking on the telephone. Irvine sat down and patiently waited, as Quistis finished making her initial report to Xu.

Finishing her conversation, the young woman hung up the telephone and turned to her traveling companion. "Can I meet you in the dining room in, say, an hour? I would like to take a short nap."

"Sure," Irvine affably agreed, while standing up. "See you then," he promised as he left the room and entered the hallway.

"Okay," Quistis concurred. "I’ll be there," she declared while shutting the door.

The young blonde woman carefully hung her stylish outfit up in the closet on hangers after undressing. She dropped her bra and panties on the floor by her bed and slid nude between the cool sheets. In a few minutes, she was sound asleep.

She was somewhere she couldn’t quite recognize. It appeared vaguely familiar, but there just weren’t enough landmarks – plus that fog wasn’t helping at all. 'Fog?! There wasn’t any fog this morning.' Was this a dream? She took a few tentative steps. It felt as though she was walking in chocolate pudding. She glanced down and began to giggle. 'Of course, this was a dream! That is chocolate pudding.'

Suddenly through the swirling fog, she could make out a figure of a tall man. Inexplicably frightened, she took a step backwards and completely lost her footing in the slippery chocolate pudding and fell on her behind and then on her back – kerplop. Laughing because whe was no longer frightened, she began to stand up when she suddenly realized she was no longer wearing any clothes!

'Where are my clothes?!' She thought hysterically. Totally nude, she bent over from the waist and attempted to locate her clothing in the slimy pudding, when she suddenly noticed horror struck that the tall man was now quickly approaching her. As he drew nearer, she could now observe his blond hair and broad shoulders, but still could not make out his features. She realized she was no longer scared, but on the contrary she wanted to make love immediately with the stranger or she would just curl up and die.

Quistis suddenly awoke, drenched in perspiration accompanied by a slight headache. 'Hyne!' She thought. 'What in the world was that about?'

Glancing at the alarm clock she had set on the bedside table, the blonde operative ascertained that it was almost time to meet her partner for dinner. Deciding that a quick shower was certainly in order (due to the sweat that was dripping off her) Quistis hurried from the bed and into the bathroom.

Reaching into the shower and adjusting the water first to the exact setting that she loved, the young woman then carefully stepped into the shower and pulled the plastic shower curtain shut behind her. Quistis gathered up the soap from the soap dish with her right hand and began to work up some lather to spread on her body. When she reached near her genital area with the soap, she froze completely for a second.

'I don’t have time for this now. I have to hurry – it will have to wait.'

………………..

Ten minutes later, Quistis was hurrying down the hall – completely dressed and groomed. A man’s delight – there wasn’t a woman alive anywhere in the world who could get ready to go out as quickly as Quistis.

As it actually turned out that she was slightly early, Quistis decided to stop at Irvine’s room on her way to the dining hall to see if he had left yet. The tall young man was just emerging from his room as the blonde woman passed. When he shut and locked the door behind him, Quistis noticed a door in his room that appeared to be adjoined to hers.

A few minutes later, the two Garden operatives were seated in the rather fancy dining room and had placed their dinner orders. Irvine leaned slightly towards her from across the table.
"Don’t look now, but you have a admirer."

Of course, being merely human, Quistis immediately swiveled her head to the left, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

"Who?" She asked.

"I told you not to look," complained her dinner mate. "So what’s the first thing you do?"

The young blonde woman laughed. Her voice sounded to Irvine as the voice of a young angel and he thought it strange how he had never noticed how beautiful her neck appeared, when she threw her head back to laugh.

"He’s looking again."

Again Quistis turned her head quickly, but discerned no one watching her. Returning her attention to her dinner companion, she asked, "Which person is it?"

"There he goes again! He’s the dark haired man at the corner table."

Quistis observed a rather intense appearing man of an indiscriminate middle age quietly eating his dinner and seemingly not interested in anything else. Suddenly realizing that she was gawking, the blonde woman returned her attention to Irvine.

"Are you sure he was looking at me?"

"Yes," Irvine replied emphatically. "In fact he’s doing it again."

Beginning to feel the slightest bit frustrated, the blond instructor riposted testily, "Okay, that’s enough. Don’t tell me again. I don’t care what he’s doing."

There was a part of Quistis that felt as though Irvine was making sport of her and luckily for all concerned the waiter chose that particular moment to arrive with their dinners. After consuming their meals in record time, Quistis and Irvine made plans to go out on the town later to see what they might be able to learn in terms of information helpful to their current mission.

Irvine entered his hotel room first, as it lay on the way down to Quistis’. As he was entering his room, Quistis again noticed the door along his right wall that must be adjoining to hers. Worrying that Irvine might decide in one of his more overzealous moments to use it to enter her room, the young blonde cautioned him against it.

"That door?" Irvine asked, the surprise evident in his tone. "That door doesn’t go to your room. I don’t know where it goes because it’s locked, but I know for a fact it doesn’t go to your room. Your room is twenty or more feet down the hall."

………………..

As soon as Quistis entered her room, she headed straight to the door that lay on the far wall and attempted to turn the doorknob. It was locked just as the one in Irvine’s room had been.

'Oh well, it’s probably just a storage area – no big mystery there.'

Since Irvine had wanted to go clubbing, he and Quistis were not going out for several hours. The young woman couldn’t remember the last time she had felt at such odds with herself. She couldn’t seem to get comfortable with anything.

'I know it’s not the mission. We haven’t even started that yet and it appears pretty straightforward anyway.'

Quistis attempted to lose herself in some television, never having much of an opportunity for this back at Garden, but just her luck, there didn’t seem to be anything even halfway interesting on.

The blonde instructor had brought two books with her; one, a novel she had been dying to read and second, a new textbook that she was supposed to review for Xu. But she just wasn’t able to concentrate enough for that either. Quistis consciously did not allow herself to think about what the real reason for her unrest was; the dream she had experienced and the aftermath of her sexual feelings.

A knock suddenly came upon the door. Quistis moved cautiously, realizing it wasn’t Irvine, because he would have called out aloud by then. The young woman opened the door and saw the dark-haired man from the dining room. He nodded at her and asked if he could enter the room.

Naturally Quistis refused. He pointedly did not mention what his name could have been, but he volunteered that he was working for the betterment of the peace conference.

He suddenly held up a small picture in his right hand and asked Quistis if she had seen this man. When she leaned forward to take a better look at the picture, she was flabbergasted to observe Seifer scowling back at her.

Taking the extra time to make certain that her face appeared noncommittal when she offered her answer, Quistis straightened up and denied with a smile on her face. She declared that she hadn't seen this man anywhere and by the way, who was that in the picture and why were they looking for him?

The man just smiled, but refused to offer any information regarding anything specific at all. The dark-haired, middle aged man finally made his apologies and left Quistis standing by her room door.

As she stepped back into the room and shut the door, she thought, 'Seifer! Why are they looking for Seifer here? Do they have some kind of information? Is he in East Academy? No one has seen him since we got back from time compression. Are they certain Seifer made it back at all?

'Oh well, it’s a cinch I don’t have any answers. We’ll just have to try and keep our eyes on that guy and see if Seifer shows up.'

………………..

It was now two hours later. Quistis and Irvine had been standing in an incredibly long line for at least an hour and a half and the line hadn’t moved at all. They were patiently waiting to be waved into the East Academy version of 'Studio 54,' the trendiest new nightclub in the world.

Irvine had insisted they come here, because he had heard this was where all the ‘movers and shakers’ hung out. Quistis had been initially intrigued enough to agree with him, but in the last few minutes she was beginning to have second thoughts.

The blonde instructor was just beginning to suggest to Irvine that they go somewhere else, when an incident occurred near the front of the line, which quickly passed into 'Studio 54' legend.

There were two extremely beautiful young women waiting at the very head of the line, which the doorman (a tall, thin, older man with a balding hairline) had been pointedly ignoring for a matter of minutes. He would drive them to complete distraction by purposely looking directly past them to allow the next people in line to enter the club.

Finally the blonde woman grabbed him by the right arm, as he lifted it to direct somebody else into the club, and excitedly declared, "I’ll do anything to get into this club tonight."

"Cindy!" her friend expostulated, scandalized by the implications inherent in the offer.

"It’s okay, Kristen," her blonde haired friend insisted. "I know what I’m doing."

The doorman smiled evilly at the beautiful blonde called Cindy. "Are you certain of what you’re offering me?"

"Yes, yes!" Cindy gushed.

"Very well," the doorman went on to say. "I want you to strip, right here, everything you are wearing – off!"

Cindy’s mouth dropped open, but no sound was emitted.

Her friend Kristen protested, "No Cindy! Don’t do it! No club is worth that, you hear me?"

"Okay, fine," the doorman agreed. "Then you’ll never get in – as long as you live."

And as if to show her that he wasn’t joking, he waved another couple into the club and then glared at Cindy as if to say ‘See?’

"Okay," the blonde Cindy gasped, "I’ll do it."

After waving off the further protests of her friend, the beautiful blonde woman balanced herself first on one leg and then on the other, as she removed her dark green, high heel shoes. She next bent over from the waist, hiked up her skirt slightly and reached under and unhooked one garter and then the other one. Cindy then pulled her stockings down.
The doorman invited the line to crowd around the two young women, mostly to protect them from the prying eyes of passersby on foot or in autos. Irvine and Quistis were pushed along with the line, until they were actually very close to the front door and the two beautiful young women.

The gorgeous blonde was wearing a buttoned, white blouse and a short, dark green skirt. She, Cindy, quickly unbuttoned her blouse, suddenly feeling as though she were in an actual hurry to strip herself naked in front of strangers on a city sidewalk, although in actuality, she was just attempting to escape her anxiety.

Cindy finished unbuttoning her white blouse, but for the moment she left it to just hang open, fully exposing her beautiful breasts since she wasn’t wearing a bra. The line had moved once again and Quistis and Irvine were now standing extremely close to the young woman.

Cindy stood stunned for a split second by the moderately cold air on her nipples, proudly displaying her awesome appearing breasts before being galvanized into further action. She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the sidewalk and then she pulled the zipper on the side of green skirt down. The beautiful blonde then unhooked her skirt and lowered it to the ground and stepped out of it, leaving her dressed only in a pair of extremely skimpy white panties and a garter belt.

"Surely she has done enough?" her friend Kristen questioned.

The doorman grinned. "A deal’s a deal, unless you want to take her place?" he questioned the young dark-haired woman, who was a beauty in her own right.

"In your dreams, asshole," Kristen snapped angrily.

Cindy finished the last of her public humiliation by pushing down her garter belt and panties and stepping out of them. She stood totally nude on the sidewalk in front of the East Academy 'Studio 54' and stared defiantly at the doorman.

The doorman looked at Kristen and waved her through. "You can go in."

As Kristen began to step lively past the doorman and into the club her friend, Cindy, the totally nude beautiful blonde started to follow her.

The doorman stopped her by stepping in front. "No, your friend can go in – you stay out here."

"But you promised!!" howled the beautiful nude simpleton.

"If you think back, I promised no such thing. I told you to strip – that’s all. I never said I would let you in," the doorman retorted meanly.

As the beautiful but not too bright, young woman burst into tears, Irvine remarked, "Wow! We’re a long way from Balamb."

Quistis responded, "Come on, we’re going! We’ve seen enough of this sick shit!"

As Quistis turned to walk away, it became quite obvious to Irvine that she was very angry over the degrading scene she had just witnessed. The doorman suddenly reached out and grasping the two of them by their shoulders whisked them through the doorway and into the club before they could make a counter move or protest.

They were immediately confronted by short periods of pitch blackness punctuated by periods of the room being bombarded with a kaleidoscope of colors as rock n’ roll was pounded at them through the many speakers in the club, which represented the loud music as a sheer wall of noise.

"Great Hyne!" Quistis shouted to be heard through the sheer loud din. "What now?"

"Why don’t we mosey around a little and see what we can poke at before we leave?" Irvine suggested.

Quistis merely nodded in affirmation, as she wished to further save her vocal cords, which were already becoming shredded. Irvine immediately walked away from Quistis in search of someone more in line with his idea of a romantic evening.

Later the blonde woman saw Irvine being interviewed by the man, who had come to her hotel room door and being shown the same picture of Seifer. Later she wasn’t certain, but she swore she saw the head of the Galbadian delegation going into the rest room – but that didn’t seem right, did it? What would he be doing here with the conference beginning tomorrow?

Irvine approached Quistis a couple of hours later and suggested they return to the hotel because "this place is full of nothing but lesbians anyway."

The beautiful blonde woman smiled to herself, as she had witnessed Irvine being shut down all over the room. She thought his cowboy outfit just didn’t go over very well. As Quistis and Irvine stepped out of the club and into the now much colder night air, they saw that Cindy was still there entreating the doorman incessantly to allow her enter. Even though the sidewalk was now almost deserted of customers, the doorman was adamant in his stubbornness of not allowing her entrance. Irvine was delighted to notice that the young beautiful blonde was still totally nude and her clothes were nowhere in sight; no doubt removed by the doorman.

When Irvine and Quistis exited the club, Irvine paused for a moment and removed his long cattleman’s coat. Handing it to the nude woman with a large flourish, he declared, "Allow me, Mademoiselle."

"Oh, thank you so much," the half-frozen woman gushed, slipping the long coat on immediately.

"That was sweet, Irvine," Quistis praised the young man, as they continued stepping down the sidewalk toward the hotel.

"Aw," Irvine fussed. "I have another coat back at the room and I just wanted to ruin the rest of the doorman’s evening. He was a real asshole."

The magical sound of Quistis’ laughter filled the evening air of East Academy.

………………..

Just before leaving her room for the morning session, Quistis took the time to place a few stray blonde hairs across different places, such as her suitcase. When she had arrived at her room the previous evening, she had been filled with an overwhelming feeling that someone had been snooping around her room. It was nothing she could prove for certain, but she just had an over powering feeling. The blonde instructor assumed it was the man, who had attempted to interview her about Seifer and she left the little traps merely as a way to discover if her premonitions had been true.

Meeting Irvine in the hotel lobby, she filled him in regarding her suspicions on their way in a taxicab to the morning session of the peace conference. Four hours later, the leaders of the conference decided to take a two-hour recess. Irvine thought he had never attended anything as dry and boring as the conference, but decided it would be not be politesse to mention this to Quistis, because it appeared that she was having the time of her life.

Quistis was feeling extra impatient to go back to her room. She had an overwhelming desire to see if the thread had been disturbed in any way, which would mean that someone had been in her room. She and Irvine rode a taxicab straight back to the hotel and made plans to eat lunch later on in the early afternoon.

As soon as the young blonde woman entered her room and began investigating the situation, she was positive someone had been in her room and had been going through her belongings again. All of the threads that she had left scattered in certain places had been moved.

Quistis left her room and rendezvoused with Irvine in his room, as per their prior agreement made on the way back from the peace conference.

"Well, I was right," Quistis began. "Some one has disturbed all the threads I left out."

"Who do you think it is?" questioned the would be cowboy. "You think it has anything to do with the conference?"

"Personally," the blonde instructor explained, "I think it’s that guy who’s been asking everyone about Seifer. He probably thinks since we’re from Garden that we’re protecting him in some way."

"What’s our immediate plan?" inquired Irvine.

"I’ll go back to the room," Quistis suggested. "Wait a few minutes and then call me. I’ll act as if I’m going to meet you for lunch and then we’re going to go straight back to the conference. If they’re not done going through my things, that should be a way to draw them out."

"Good plan," Irvine complimented.

………………..

'It was all well and good that Irvine thought I had a decent plan, but it doesn’t look like it now,' Quistis thought to herself. She had been waiting over twenty minutes since holding the bogus phone conversation with Irvine and acting as if she had left the room. If something didn’t happen very soon, the blonde woman was going to have to admit defeat in order to arrive back at the conference on time.

Suddenly the door on the sidewall opened and Quistis was completely stunned to observe Seifer step out!

Quistis flushed heavily, blushing crimson suddenly remembering that he could have been spying on her since their arrival.

'Sweet Shiva! What’s Seifer doing here of all places?' The blonde woman marveled.

Seifer riposted, "Well, instructor – didn’t expect to see me again, did you?"

"Seifer, what are you doing here?" Quistis demanded angrily.

Seifer replied in a sarcastic tone. "What do you think I’m doing? I’m hiding from most of the known world. Everybody and their dog is hunting for me – what you do you expect me to do? Turn myself in?"

Before the young blonde woman could answer this sardonic tirade, a knock came upon her hotel room door and then Irvine called out from the hallway. "Hey, Quistis! Everything all right?"

The young woman moved quickly and pushed Seifer back through the door he had just entered. She then crossed the room, threw open the door and stepped out into the corridor pulling her hotel room door shut behind her.

"Well, what’s up?" inquired the curious cowboy.

Quistis flushed. She hated lying to her associates, plus she wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing.

"Nothing’s happened as of yet," the mendacious instructor informed him. "But I’m sure something will, if I wait here long enough. I want you to attend the conference and make my apologies."

When Irvine nodded, the Quistis continued impishly. "Tell them I’m sorry and that I was feeling – 'unwell'."

He nodded knowingly with a slight smirk on his face and verbally gave his commitment to the new plan and admonished her to be careful, which Quistis agreed to. As soon as the blonde woman observed Irvine leave the immediate vicinity of the hotel corridor, she ducked back into her hotel room and was surprised to see that Seifer had already returned to her room.

Seifer immediately questioned. "Why did you protect me? Why didn’t you turn me in?"

"I’m not sure," Quistis replied slowly, "but I know one thing."

"What’s that?" the tall blond male asked.

"You wouldn’t have been here when the authorities arrived."

Seifer laughed softly.

"I don’t know what kind of setup you have here," Quistis continued, "but I do know it’s fairly sophisticated and I know you wouldn’t have waited around to be captured."

"Well, you got me dead to rights there, Instructor," the blond man replied, while turning to go back through the passage to his room.

"Where do you think you’re going?" the young woman asked forcibly.

Seifer turned back with surprise written across his features. "I didn’t think you would want to talk to me," he explained.

"Sit down," Quistis ordered, waving her hand toward an empty chair.

Seifer slouched against the wall and smirked at her. Quistis smiled slightly to herself and chose to sit in the chair herself; sitting most businesslike with her knees pressed together and her feet solidly on the floor.

"I’m not even gonna ask you how you arranged this hideout or who was willing to help you, because I know you won’t tell me, but answer me one thing?" Quistis persisted.

"What’s that?" Seifer practically snarled.

"Why did you keep coming back into my room, once you ascertained it was me? You must have known you were running a chance that I would discover someone had been here."

Seifer flushed heavily and glanced away from Quistis’ inquisitive look.

"Oh," Quistis suddenly murmured, comprehension flooding her mind.

Seifer now turned bright red and, looking directly at her and explained, "It’s not what you’re thinking."

"How do you know what I’m thinking?" Quistis retorted.

"I’m leaving," Seifer riposted, and turned and went back through the door leaving the blonde SeeD smiling softly to herself.

………………..

In the gloom of the twilight of the early evening, as Quistis had failed to turn on the lights in her room as of yet, she paced back and forth in the room like an angry tiger locked in a cage in a city zoo. She felt completely at loose ends, not presently having a clue what to do with herself or why she had begged off dinner, when Irvine came to her door earlier.

Presently, the young beautiful woman was uncertain about everything – her actual feelings concerning Seifer, why she made no effort to let Irvine know anything about discovering their former missing associate or why she was continuing to protect him.

Quistis finally decided that luxuriating under a nice long hot shower might calm her shattered nerves considerably and she quickly stripped off her outfit. She entered the bathroom, leaving the door open. After reaching into the bath and placing the shower water at just the right strength of warmth and turning it on, Quistis stepped into the shower pulling the curtain shut behind her.

At first the beautiful young woman was just content to stand and luxuriate in the pounding warmth of the water, but then she began to soap herself up. The more Quistis rubbed the soap over her naked body, the more sensual feelings she began to experience until she finally dropped the soap to the bottom of the tub and began to finger her clitoris. The young blonde beauty continued to pressure herself, until she suddenly experienced, in a flash, a picture of Seifer in her mind! It so shocked her that Quistis stopped in midstream and completed taking her shower.

As she stepped out of the shower, she was certain she heard a sudden noise in the next room and she crept to the bathroom door and just barely peered around it. She was greatly surprised and a little disappointed to discover the room completely empty. Quistis realized at this point how much her nerves were leading her astray. She crossed the room and turned on the television softly just to have some company in the room. The brand new situation comedy show, ‘The Sorceress,’ had just begun.

Having heard what hideous taste the show had been done in, Quistis had been anxious to see it, so she sat on the end of her bed and toweled off while watching the show. By the end of the show, Quistis was in complete agreement with the critics and also completely dried off.

Quistis stood up and moved the only comfortable chair in the room, so that it faced the side door and sat down with her legs comfortably spread apart and her feet on the floor.

'Oh well,' Quistis thought, 'if it’s fate, then it will be out of my control. And if Seifer decides to come through that door anymore this evening, then it will be fate. And if he doesn’t, then I’ll know it’s not to be – that it was just a wild thought on my part.'

A few minutes later, sure enough, a soft knock came upon the side door. "Are you decent?" Seifer asked. "Can I come in?"

"Sure, come on in," the naked blonde woman invited.

Seifer took two quick steps into the room and froze completely when his eyes beheld the awesome uncovered beauty of his former instructor.