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Without thought, she burst into the boys' locker room. A voice near by rose to a yelp. Steam rolled in from the showers. Someone called her name. But her prey lay at the end of the row of lockers. Fresh from the shower, dripping wet, and totally naked.
“Almasy,” She barked as she approached him. Her heels clicked loudly on the tile floor, announcing each step. The sound echoed the anger that raged through her. No, she would not admire the broadness of his bare back. Or the way he kept his body so toned through hours of training and weight lifting. Certainly not the way his waist narrowed as it sliced downward, flaring into broad muscular hips. No. She would not.
“Trepe?” He turned. The look of surprise on his face delighted her.
All around them, young men were reaching for towels or scrambling to put on trousers. One was even hiding behind a locker to preserve his modesty. But not Seifer. He made a slow, languorous turn to face her completely. A hand forked through his wet hair as a slow smile spread across his too handsome face.
“Madeline is upstairs crying her eyes out,” Quistis spoke before he could come out with some smart ass comment.
“Madeleine,” He pondered with a tilt of his head. “Which one was she again?”
“You are insufferable,” She put her hands on her hips. She pulled in a sharp intake of breath, ready to launch into a firm lecture on his utter irresponsibility. But instead, he let out a laugh and held up a hand.
“Relax, Trepe, I know who she is. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” He smirked and made a show of his eyes roaming down her body, directly to where said article of clothing was.
“You are such a cliché,” She rolled her eyes, but it was impossible to ignore the way his burning gaze lingered over her skirt. Just how would the infamous Playboy react to her black lace underthings? Would it make his heart pound in the same way hers was right now?
“Not sure what you are expecting from me,” He looked away from her to scrub a towel over his hair with a shrug. “Maddie knew what she was getting into. Everyone who gets into bed with me knows I don’t do commitment.”
“Doesn’t do commitment but does everything else,” One of the boys nearby crowed. The locker room erupted into laughter and jeers. Seifer tossed the towel towards the boy with a good-natured laugh. Quisits fought hard against the blush that threatened to rise.
“Guilty as charged,” Seifer said with his trademark smirk and a spread of his hands.
“I need a word with Cadet Alamsy. All of you, out.” Quistis’s voice was loud and crisp. The room responded with hushed oohs, aahs, and a few nervous twitters. Her blue eyes flashed in anger as they swept the room. “Must I remind you I am an Instructor? Get out.”
For a moment Seifer looked like he was about to say something but she stilled his tongue with a single searing look. He bowed his head to her authority and waited while the others readied themselves to leave. There was a few moments of lockers banging and clothes shuffling. Then it was just her and Seifer. The only thing she could hear over the roar of her own breath was the distant drip of one of the showers.
“Couldn’t wait to get me alone?” Seifer grinned. He had made no move to get dressed or to cover himself. He was completely and unnervingly comfortable in his nakedness.
“If I really wanted to get you alone, then I’d just assign you detention," She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “You should go up and apologise to Madeline. You can’t keep breaking hearts like this, Seifer.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never considered it, Instructor,” His eyes were tracing over her again. Admiring every part of her body. She normally would have expected something like that to make her feel like a piece of meat, but instead, the appreciation in his features made her feel like a fine wine. Something to be savoured and enjoyed.
“Consider what? You and me?” Her voice came out an octave higher than normal, and she quickly cleared her throat with a frown.
“You’ve watched me train, you’ve seen the way I move. Haven’t you ever thought about how that translates into bed?” He paced closer to her, crowding into her personal space. She retreated a few steps, her back meeting the lockers.
“Never,” She breathed out, but the flush that stained her cheeks was certain to give her away. He was directly in front of her now, heat rolling off him in waves.
“No?” He queried with a lift of his brows. His body leaned into hers, pressing her firmly against the chilly metal lockers. She barely felt it. She was too distracted by the entire length of his erection slowly being pressed against the softness of her thigh. “Haven’t you ever wondered why so many girls want me?”
He leaned close, brushing his lips along her jawline. All of her senses were assaulted by him. The feel of his soft, damp skin. The scent of his shampoo. The taste of his breath upon her lips. “You’ve never thought about fucking me even once? Never thought about how it might feel to have me inside of you?”
“Seifer,” She growled his name, her hand falling upon his chest. Her logical Instructor brain told her to shove him away; she shouldn’t allow this. But Hyne, her body wanted him.
“Detention doesn’t sound so bad now, does it? I could take you on your desk with your skirt still on, panties shoved to the side, my mouth capturing every single one of your moans,” He nipped at her ear, every word a promise.
“In your dreams,” She moaned as she shuddered beneath him. Pleasure spiked and rolled down her in a heated flash. Her fingers clenched at his shoulders caught between shoving him away and pulling him even closer.
“Now in yours too. You’re gonna think about fucking me every time you sit at your desk now,” He teased. One of his hands roamed up her waist and stopped just below her breast. To her surprise, he rocked back to meet her eyes. “Not gonna force it, Trepe. If you don’t want this, you gotta say.”
“I hate you,” Her voice came out breathless but full of a wanting desire. One of her legs lifted and hooked around his waist.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “Sometimes that makes it even more fun.”