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Quistis glared at her reflection, fingers pressed against the purpling bruise on the side of her neck.
“Seifer.” Her voice could have frozen Garden over solid.
He materialized behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, completely unapologetic.
“Everyone can see this.”
“Exactly,” he asserted, nuzzling into her hair. “I like to mark my territory.”
“You brute,” she hissed. “Are you saying you’re trying to publicly mark me like some dog—”
She started to chastise him but he beat her to it. Hands gripping her hips, turning her around. Pinning her firmly against the dresser’s edge.
”What do you think you’re—”
He dropped to one knee.
Her words dissolved as he lifted the hem of her skirt. Pulled down the elastic of her underwear. Pressed his mouth to the soft hollow of her hip and started to gently suck the skin.
“Fine. Then I’ll just have to find some other way to make sure it’s clear you’re mine.”
Unsurprisingly, Seifer only ever took instruction in small doses. Modifying behavior at his own decidedly stubborn pace.
Quistis bit her lip as she started to melt, eyes drifting closed as her head fell back.
She supposed this was an acceptable place to start.