Viral Love
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Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
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Final Fantasy VII › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
1,188
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy; Square Enix does. I make no money from using these characters; Square Enix does.
26
I ate as per Valentine’s order, then tiredly propped my head in my hands. I felt cold and rather bleak. This evaporated when my host came back out in a bathrobe, his hair dripping. Without that headband I could see more of his beautiful face.
He went to a chest of drawers and started removing neatly folded stacks of clothing. Leather, of course. He had complete outfits identical to the one he currently wore. He began dressing, his back to me. “Find a set and put them on,” he commanded. “Your clothing won’t be dry by this evening.”
I stood over the clothing, feeling myself recoil. “You have to be kidding,” I murmured. “I’m not cosplaying you, Valentine.”
Valentine whirled on me, and I felt glad his hands currently were too busy fastening his pants to do anything else, like grab me. “You’ll do what I fucking tell you,” he uttered lowly. “I’m not listening to you gripe about being damp and cold all goddamn night!”
A bit taken aback, I quickly grabbed a top and a pair of pants. “Okay,” I said in my best, soothing voice. I wondered when he’d acquired that bruise on his face…
Oh, god, talk about intimate. I wanted in Valentine’s pants, but not like this. He had a larger frame than mine, and his clothing didn’t fit well. I could get the pants to fasten tightly enough not to cause a problem, but the length was nothing but unmanageable. I wrestled with the unusual configuration of the top, wondering if he had a bondage fetish. I didn’t have a problem with that…
“Hold still.” He knelt and started hacking with a wicked looking pair of scissors. In moments I could see the top of my feet. He treated my sleeve cuffs the same way. All still felt too long, but I could deal with it better now. “Get in bed.” He threw the scissors into a drawer. “This evening I expect your attitude to be greatly improved. You’ve had a full meal, sugar, a bath, and clean clothes. With a good eight hours of sleep, if you aren’t more tolerable, I’ll strangle you.”
I thought he meant it. I climbed into his bed and lay stiffly, wondering if he’d get in it with me. I didn’t have to wonder long. He got in, immediately hogged the covers, put his back to me and went limp.
Hours later, when I got up to piss, I put on the new socks he’d laid out, then my boots. They were warm and dry and went a long way to soothing me. They soothed me so much, in fact, that I didn’t pay much attention to the sound of Valentine’s door opening.
Bright light exploded in my head, bringing pain and confusion.
“Get them in the transport,” I heard a woman’s voice say.
Woman…
Scarlet…
He went to a chest of drawers and started removing neatly folded stacks of clothing. Leather, of course. He had complete outfits identical to the one he currently wore. He began dressing, his back to me. “Find a set and put them on,” he commanded. “Your clothing won’t be dry by this evening.”
I stood over the clothing, feeling myself recoil. “You have to be kidding,” I murmured. “I’m not cosplaying you, Valentine.”
Valentine whirled on me, and I felt glad his hands currently were too busy fastening his pants to do anything else, like grab me. “You’ll do what I fucking tell you,” he uttered lowly. “I’m not listening to you gripe about being damp and cold all goddamn night!”
A bit taken aback, I quickly grabbed a top and a pair of pants. “Okay,” I said in my best, soothing voice. I wondered when he’d acquired that bruise on his face…
Oh, god, talk about intimate. I wanted in Valentine’s pants, but not like this. He had a larger frame than mine, and his clothing didn’t fit well. I could get the pants to fasten tightly enough not to cause a problem, but the length was nothing but unmanageable. I wrestled with the unusual configuration of the top, wondering if he had a bondage fetish. I didn’t have a problem with that…
“Hold still.” He knelt and started hacking with a wicked looking pair of scissors. In moments I could see the top of my feet. He treated my sleeve cuffs the same way. All still felt too long, but I could deal with it better now. “Get in bed.” He threw the scissors into a drawer. “This evening I expect your attitude to be greatly improved. You’ve had a full meal, sugar, a bath, and clean clothes. With a good eight hours of sleep, if you aren’t more tolerable, I’ll strangle you.”
I thought he meant it. I climbed into his bed and lay stiffly, wondering if he’d get in it with me. I didn’t have to wonder long. He got in, immediately hogged the covers, put his back to me and went limp.
Hours later, when I got up to piss, I put on the new socks he’d laid out, then my boots. They were warm and dry and went a long way to soothing me. They soothed me so much, in fact, that I didn’t pay much attention to the sound of Valentine’s door opening.
Bright light exploded in my head, bringing pain and confusion.
“Get them in the transport,” I heard a woman’s voice say.
Woman…
Scarlet…