Paper Tiger Burning

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Sephiroth…

I felt his chest against my right cheek, his arm under my head. Opening my eyes, I stared into his silken silver curtain of hair. His scent, warmth and strength surrounded me.

Nothing else in the world could make me feel this safe.

He sensed my awakening, but he didn’t move except to begin stroking my hair. Tranquility and silence remained between us and I wondered if we had not mutually decided upon it. Speaking would shatter the calm.

My hand rested upon his tightly muscled side. His flesh coiled as I spread my fingers wide. I stopped breathing in pure appreciation. Curious, I slowly slid my hand higher, finding the edge of his shoulder blade. I relished the hard, perfectly molded smoothness of the top of his arm before coasting halfway down his bicep, releasing my held breath. Sephiroth felt hard and smooth all over, and he seemed even bigger while I lay with him.

He caught my hand as I pulled it away. Slowly, he laced our fingers together flat. I began to breathe rapidly as he lowered our hands to his abdomen. Leisurely, he brought us back up, over every dip and bulge that made the hard wall of his abs. Higher we climbed, over his sternum and between his pectorals. I’d never felt this much of a man. His hot, satin flesh didn’t give under my fingers, but rippled.

Now my breathing came in shallow, hurried bursts. Again he led me downward, allowed me to feel the expanse of his firm stomach. All my senses drowned in him. Eyes full of silver, palm against polished muscle, my world reeled. A slick, hot pulsing between my legs joined a throb in my womb, making me restless, achy.

“You don’t know what you want, do you?” He murmured above me, his voice dark but calm.

“N-no,” I admitted, feeling a blush coming on.

He chuckled, his tone indulgent. “I could teach you that, too, flower girl.” He released my hand. I felt his fingers skim over my hip lightly, but they enflamed rather than soothed. That heat below my belly flared. “That which others demand, I freely give you,” he added softly. “But I don’t think you really want me right now.”

He knew I wasn’t ready for that. And he wasn’t going to push.

Noble Sephiroth… No one would credit him with this sort of patience, absolutely no one.

Except me.

I pushed upward a little, signaling I wanted to move. He leaned back, pulling his hair from my vision. My legs felt hampered and I kicked out, freeing myself from a tangle of blankets. Grabbing the headboard, I pulled myself level with his face. He lowered his head obligingly so I could see his eyes.

Those beautiful, aquamarine eyes…

I looked at his lips. I’d fantasized about how they felt, how they tasted.

“Ah, but you do know a little something about what you want, don’t you?” Sephiroth smiled gently.

I leaned up.

Our lips met.

Oh, Planet. The moment our lips came together, my body melted. I felt the strength in him, the contradictory softness, the heat of his tender flesh. Of its own mind my hand reached for him, twined in his hair. His tongue licked me and I gasped at the riot of sensation, the dark, falling feeling low in my body. Then, he was in my mouth.

Sensation swirled over me as Sephiroth stroked my tongue with his own. He tasted of power and magic and musk. Eagerly I returned his stroke, matching his every thrust with my own. He groaned low in his chest, his deep voice tapering into an animalistic growl. Breaking away, he rolled atop me, my hands captured in his but pinned to the mattress. I looked up into burning beryl eyes.

“I knew better,” he said lowly. His breathing came harshly, his chest moving as if he’d been running. “All I had to do was get a taste of you.” His mighty frame shuddered. “Just lay still, please, flower girl.”

Fascinated and frightened, I obeyed, watching him gain control of himself. But for our joined hands didn’t touch me, except for his thighs pressed to either side of mine. In the dim light from the barest crack of the bathroom door, I saw him force his large body to relax. Another moment passed slowly. He rolled off of me and bolted for the bathroom.

I sat up as the door shut, my heart hammering in my chest.

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I felt I would burst.

Yanking on the taps, I started the shower. My cock ached. What was this? These last two days I’d viewed the collapse of my self-possession as if from another person’s eyes. I’d almost lost command of my own body just now, almost violated the girl.

The delicious, tempting flower girl… She tasted like warmth and acceptance, like hope and purity. And the feel of her soft flesh underneath me had set loose a demon.

Aerith…

The cursed throbbing strengthened at just thinking her name. I stepped into the cold water, gasping at the contrast between the heat in my blood and the freezing temperature. But my erection didn’t flag in the slightest. Frustrated, I grabbed it. Once, twice, three times finished me.

Chest heaving, I watched my genetic material wash down the drain. I felt like I’d run the length of Mideel continent. To my fear, I still wanted to go back in that bedroom and ravish Aerith. But at least I had mastered the immediate, nearly overpowering compulsion.

Slowly, dragging out the time, I washed my shaking body. By my internal clock I had less than an hour to report for work. Never had I wanted to go less than I did now. Resentment flared up inside, drowning out lust. I shouldn’t be doing this. Why was I doing this? Did I really want to spend the rest of my life behind a desk, working for Shinra Corporation?

No.

I wanted out.

Feeling like an angry golem, I knotted the towel around my waist and returned to the bedroom. Aerith sat on the edge of the bed, her head down and her shoulders stiff. “I did that to you and I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I was just curious. I don’t mean to be like…her.”

Another layer of brittle casing around my heart cracked and fell away. I put my hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Don’t be sorry and don’t be afraid. And if you compare yourself to Sheila Shinra again, I’ll turn you over my knee.”

She gasped.

Smiling, I let go of her. “Don’t think I won’t,” I added.

“I- I won’t compare myself to her again,” the flower girl vowed, sounding utterly serious.

I realized this girl took herself, life, and her obligations all too seriously. But how could she not? Life was serious, at least for those of us born into aberrant circumstances. I felt sorry for her. She’d been adjusting to life with me so well until that day she crammed herself into an oven. Now she was afraid.

I squatted down in front of her. “Flower girl,” I said gently. “Believe me when I say everything will be fine.”

For one shining moment hope flooded her eyes. Then, the forest green clouded with uncertainty. “I’m a burden, Sephiroth, a millstone. You can’t lead a double life, protecting me on one hand and working for those same people on the other. It isn’t natural for ordinary people, much less you.”

“You don’t think I can do it?” Her lack of faith hurt.

“No, I believe you can do it,” she answered quickly. “But it isn’t good for you. How could I let you care for me like this, let you ignore your health?”

I stood, sighing. “Give me today to think about this, yes? When I come home we’ll discuss this in depth. Regardless of what I do, I must discover what Hojo is up to.”

She nodded. “I’ll be here, I promise.”

“Thank you.” I slid my pants on and did away with the towel. “I’m going up to change. After that I will go to work. The phone works here, still, so if you need me, call. I dialed my cell yesterday so it should still be in the memory.” I leaned down and brushed my lips to the top of her head. “Don’t worry, flower girl. It doesn’t help.”

“I’ll try.” She smiled up at me. “Have a good day.”

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