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Just a memory	By : Tenshiaka Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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     Note: It has been a very, very, very long time since I've written anything. Constructive critique is welcome but please be gentle.

      Her flesh was slick and hot under his rough hands. Her moans rising to a crescendo as his fingers found just the right spot. Raven black hair cascaded down the crisp white pillow case while the young woman tossed her head back. She was getting close, he could feel it. Every fiber in her body trembled with the undeniable aching need for him. The flame that burned between them was all consuming.
            Seifer awoke with a start, the dark room lighting up suddenly with a flash of lighting and crackle of thunder. He shivered a little in the cold room the sweat trickling down his naked spine. Letting out a soft puff of air the tall blonde flopped back down onto his pillow and closed his eyes. The sheets fell haphazardly to his waist exposing a well muscled chest and abdomen that was criss-crossed with scars. It was always the same. Every time it stormed he would dream of her.
            He curled onto his side on the single size mattress in a small room. Aside from the bed the space was relatively empty. He supposed that’s what you got for only paying a few Gil a night. FH wasn’t the ritziest of places but at least it was quiet…and far away from everyone. Most of the local’s kept to themselves on this side of town.
            A sick feeling rose in Seifer’s stomach momentarily as reality settled in again. She had betrayed him; left him for that apathetic bastard that couldn’t care less about her. Squall never believed in her dreams, he was only doing what he had to do. It was only happenstance and Rinoa’s hard pushing that got them together in the first place.
            Seifer subconsciously slammed a fist into the headboard causing an angry grunt from the room next door. Why couldn’t he just forget her? They were happy now with their life, in their perfect little world where they ruled as king and queen over all of Balamb Garden. Now even months after the final battle their pictures still appeared in tabloids. Squall the great defeater of the Sorceress and his revolutionary girl friend! The journalists hounded them.
            Still…and he’d never admit this to anyone, but she was frequently in his thoughts. In his dreams like the very essence of her had burrowed its way under his skin and no matter what he did, nothing took away her memory. What would it hurt to think on it just for a while? The blonde thought to himself, closing his eyes and drifting back over a year ago when they had first met.
            He’d wanted her bad the minute he saw her, all those teenage hormones ragging at full force. She’d actually smiled at him and waved. Came over to talk to him even and that was his downfall. For once he’d actually been interested in what a girl had to say and Rinoa had all these great sounding plans. She was so motivated and passionate, the fact that she was a touch misguided never made a difference to him. He wanted so badly to help her achieve her goals.
            Eventually things began to heat up between them. One minute they were holding hands then finally she let him touch her. Seifer remembered the feeling of her smooth white skin, the curve of her breasts and hot lips pressed against his own. They never got a chance to go farther than that though. She had to return to Timber to finalize some plans and promised she’d return. When she did it turned into a nightmare for Seifer.
            He bit into his lip forcing the anger deeper down inside. So many things had happened since then it seemed almost pointless to dwell on his failed love life now. Still the vision of her face crept back into his mind and before he could stop himself his hand slowly began moving south.
            Imagination took hold and Rinoa was naked in his arms, pressing her small frame against his broad chest. She sighed deeply, inhaling the very scent of him like she couldn’t get enough. Her lips found his throat as his hand found his cock and a low moan escaped his lips. Seifer cursed himself for letting her memory take control. His fevered conscience hounded after her like a man possessed.
            The thick member pulsed between his legs as he grew harder and hotter. His hips bucking forward as his mind traced the image of her naked body on the back of his lids. She was perfection; glowing and beautiful surrounded by a halo of white feathers. The blonde threw back his head working his shaft frantically now. In his mind he was on top of her, he legs spread to reveal the pink between her thighs. The image was too much and hot seed spilled over Seifer’s fingers. In a moment her beautiful face was gone.
            For a while he lay there in the dark simply catching his breath and waiting for his heart to slow to a more normal pace. Eventually he threw back the covers and made his way to the small shower in the corner to clean up. The storm was starting to quiet outside and only a soft patter of rain could be heard now. It was quickly drowned out by the spray from the shower head.
            Weary from his interrupted sleep and sexual exertion Seifer made his way back to the bed. Crawling inside he almost felt ashamed. Because of his pride so many things had went wrong. Some knight I made. He thought to himself, anger welling up inside momentarily. When he thought about it though; the irony of the way things had turned out, he had to give a sardonic chuckle. Squall never wanted to be responsible for anything. Never wanted to be a knight but he got the sorceress anyway. That was his last though before drifting off to sleep.
            The next morning came all too quickly and Seifer rose to go fetch himself some breakfast. The room he was staying in didn’t have a kitchen so he made the short walk every morning to the local bakery for coffee. When he returned there was a note taped to his room door. His light brows knitted in puzzlement as he pulled it free and opened the door.
            Sitting his coffee on the counter he unfolded the paper:
Seifer,
            The clerk at the front desk gave me your room number. I knocked, but you never answered. I know this is awkward but I need to see you. It’s taken me months to find you so please just contact me. I’m staying in the new hotel by the rebuilt train station.

                                                Rinoa
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