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Keeping It Secret

Fandom: FFVIII
Characters/Pairings: Quistis/Irvine
Rating: PG ffffffff I am really bad at following through on my makeouts this week, sorry XD

For: The Alphabet Meme, [livejournal.com profile] astrangerenters, for S: "Keeping it Secret", Quistis/Irvine

Summary: "Mister Kinneas," she said slowly, enunciating the title. "I believe you have an assignment to complete."

- - -

Quistis had just picked up her pen and reached for her calendar, ready to mark off the students who'd need extra time tomorrow, when the doorknob turned and the door was thrown open.

"Sorry I'm late, Instructor." Irvine breezed into the room, pausing to tip his hat towards her and then to the three other occupants of the classroom. "I got caught up in a little somethin', and just lost track of time."

"Do you have a hall pass?" Her voice was crisp and icy, and Irvine's smile faltered a little as he glanced up from the last desk in the back, where he'd thrown down his bag.

"Uh, no." Irvine shrugged. "I was just chattin' a bit… but I'm just a few minutes late. No problem, right?"

"Unfortunately, Mister Kinneas, it is a problem." Quistis reached for the notepad, and added Irvine's name to the bottom, slowly and deliberately, underlining it with a bit of a flourish. "Tardy students are subject to an additional detention for disrespecting their Instructor, as mentioned on page thirty-five of your classroom manual. I'll be happy to see you at this time tomorrow…" She paused, and then corrected herself. "I mean, ten minutes before this time tomorrow."

Irvine puffed a sigh from his mouth, and shrugged. "C'mon, Quisty, you know I-"

The other students tittered, and Quistis looked up like a shot. Irvine was looking at her, plaintive, from the back row, and she simply raised her eyebrows in response. "Mister Kinneas," she said slowly, enunciating the title. "I believe you have an assignment to complete."

Irvine's eyes went wide, but then he obediently bent over his terminal, clicking open the homework assignment he'd failed to turn in. Quistis watched for a moment as he bit his lip, and then reached for his textbook; she breathed a thin sigh of relief and went back to her grading.

In a few moments, however, her eyes flicked back up to find him leaning back in his chair, his hands laced behind his head and a look of deliberate oblivion on his face.

"Kinneas," she said, sharply. "Don't you have better things to do?"

The smile Irvine gave her was as lazy as his drawl. "I'm thinking, ma'am."

Quistis frowned, but let the comment stand, returning to her exams – only to look up abruptly a few minutes later when Irvine kicked his feet up onto the desk next to him.

"Mister Kinneas." The student in the front row winced at her tone of voice, but it earned her an admiring glance from the girl behind him. "I would suggest that you keep your shoes off of my classroom furniture."

"I think better when I'm comfy." Irvine wiggled around in his seat and grinned at her. "And I assume I can't just take this assignment back to my dorm room, can I?"

"Are you aiming for a third detention?" Her eyes narrowed. "I'd be more than happy to oblige." The front-row student's mouth fell open, and then as Quistis' eyes turned on him, he immediately went back to writing frantically in his answer book.

Five minutes later, Irvine stood up and turned his chair around, only to sling his legs around and sit back down that way, his elbows resting on the chairback as he typed. "Kinneas," Quistis said, her voice a low warning, "I don't think—"

Her computer chimed. She turned her chair to see her monitor, and pressed the button to open the flashing message.

whats the answer to part a??? srsly, quisty, this blowwwwssssss

Quistis hit the power button on her monitor, letting the sound of the screen shutting down ping through the office. She allowed her smug smirk to show for a fraction of a second, and then turned back to the stack of exams in front of her.

The rest of the detention passed in a similar fashion; every few minutes Irvine would do something else meant to provoke: shift, or turn, or accidentally knock over a chair, or tie his shoes, or simply arrange his lanky legs into contortions and stare at the ceiling – and Quistis would purse her lips, grit her teeth, and remind him to work on the assignment he was very obviously not doing.

Finally the late bell rang, and Quistis stood up. "Detention dismissed," she said through a tight jaw. "All except Kinneas. Rensel, shut the door behind you, please."

Rensel threw a terrified look over his shoulder as he left.

Quistis walked around to the front of her desk and leaned primly against the edge. "And I suppose you thought that was amusing?"

Irvine grinned at her from the back of the classroom. "I love watching you get all riled up. Wish I'd had a camera for when I called you 'Quisty.' Your face did somersaults."

She shook her head, lips pursed. "You can't keep doing this. None of my other students mouth off quite like that – even Seifer knew when to keep his mouth shut." She paused, and shrugged. "Although that didn't mean he listened to his own common sense."

"Aw, c'mon." Irvine's face creased in a pretty pout. "I'm just, like, teasin'. You don't have to be quite so mean about it, do you?"

"You're joking." Quistis frowned, a little. "I don't want everyone to figure us out. In class, in detention – they're going to start thinking I'm favoring you just because we're friends."

"Why do you think I'm doin' it?" Irvine stood up, smirking, and slowly walked to the front of the classroom. He stopped right in front of Quistis, and leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of her desk, one on either side of her. "You are favorin' me because we're friends, right?" he asked, his voice low.

Quistis smiled, and her eyes closed as she leaned forward to whisper into Irvine's ear. "Define favoring, Kinneas."

"You know." Irvine's breath was warm against her cheek. "Like… good grades, cheat sheets… inappropriate relations on the teacher's desk. All the extra stuff."

Quistis leaned back until she could look him in the eyes. "I am most certainly not giving you any cheat sheets."

Irvine grinned. "So… what about the other stuff then?"

Quistis merely smiled, and then leaned forward to brush her lips against his – faintly, just a tease, their breath mingling for a moment afterward. "On one condition," she whispered.

Irvine followed her movement, and his kiss was hotter, more demanding, his mouth and body pressing her back against the desk. "Anything, darlin'."

Quistis slid her hands up his back and pulled him even closer. "Don't give us away."

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