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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
910
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Icarus
Icarus
Like Weiss on Rice
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Weiss always confused him. He looked down at her now from his perch. She was just sitting there, meditating. Everyone else had left and he decided to stay behind. Nero definitely had an excellent view of her from here… he could stare right down her shirt without her knowing. His smile was hidden, but it was there. He would have loved to go to her, tell her what he felt and possibly act out a few fantasies he had of her. His favorite by far would have been to see her tied up onto a chair while he did all manner of naughty things to her.
It was just something about having someone so utterly superior in every facet completely submit to him in such a way that got his heart thumping. He imagined it was just because it was Weiss… Weiss his sister. At least in his dreams he could have her like that.
He flopped over onto his back and stared at a far point on the ceiling. Not that he wished to dominate her by any means. He knew his place, and it definitely wasn’t above her like that. She was the matriarch and he was but her humble servant. That was why… that was why he couldn’t do it. No matter which way he cut it, if he went to her… she would have to submit to him. Even if she was over him, he would be invading her… tainting her with whatever he was. It would be an insult to the highest degree to request that of her.
But who then, should be with someone like her? He definitely didn’t like the sound of someone dominant… someone who would try to push her around. No, no one like that should be with Weiss. He could think of only one person who could dominate Weiss, and that would’ve been Restrictor, and just the thought made him ill. Then who did that leave really? No one?
He wanted to be this no one. Thoughts of them together danced around in his mind. He could play the role she needed, surely. He wouldn’t ask anything of her… wouldn’t try to take her place. He would do whatever she asked and more. All he wanted was her to love him as he loved her… that and let him screw her into oblivion. It always came back to that. Why couldn’t he be content with what he had? He was sure the only thing she had to do was ask and he would jump to it.
Sounds of Weiss shifting made him turn over on his stomach and peer down at her again. She had rested her back on the uncomfortable chair, her feet touching the floor and her legs spread apart. She held her hands together as if to pray, but rested them on her stomach instead. Was she going to sleep?
She was. Her soft breathing filled his ears and he waited a moment before he flitted down to her. “Weiss?” He asked softly, making sure to wave a hand in front of her face just incase. She had dropped off, and she was a heavy sleeper. “Weiss,” He let the love he felt for her filter through in his voice. “You’re so beautiful when you sleep.” He brushed the hair out of her eyes and indulged himself by letting his fingers trace the side of her face as he did. He looked at her again to make sure she was still sleeping. Good, she was still breathing soundly. His lips met hers softly, barely a whisper of a touch.
He shouldn’t have done that… now he really wanted to kiss her. His heart thudded madly against his rib cage, his body was moving of its own volition when his vision moved forward to her face. He gripped the arm rests on her chair, holding his weight so maybe he could pull this off. He was almost there now. He kissed her a bit more firmly. Nothing. She didn’t move, her steady breathing was the only thing telling him she was even alive.
Why not push his luck then? Nero’s hand came up and cupped the side of her face and he turned his face to the side and kissed her fully. This was completely wrong… so wrong…so… Her lips were soft, the skin on her cheek was smooth and her pale eyelashes were fanning her cheeks. He had to kiss those too. She grumbled and swatted at him as if she might a fly. He just narrowly avoided being slapped by her when he reared back.
What the hell was wrong with him? How could he do something like that? He covered his face.
“Nero…” Weiss’ voice said softly.
Crap! Did she know? She was going to throttle him for sure! He looked through his fingers at her, her eyes were still closed.
“Nero…” She called and he moved forward just the slightest bit. Was she dreaming about him? “Take me…” His teenaged mind went only to one thing… maybe he had a chance. “Over there…” Damn. “Let’s… go there together.”
“Go where?” He asked, wondering if she would respond.
“To the other side.” She explained.
“Where is the other side Weiss?”
“Into…” She sighed and with closed eyes she turned her head and her hands came undone. “The dark…”
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Author’s Notes:
This is one of those chapters that remind me of my husband. He is a very timid man sometimes and the things that run through his mind shock me. He’s a rollover kind of guy (no offence sweetness) but he actually had this fantasy once about one of his teachers. I would have sworn he would have dreamed about her on top of him or something crazy like that… you can’t trust the mild-mannered quiet ones I guess.
Like Weiss on Rice
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Weiss always confused him. He looked down at her now from his perch. She was just sitting there, meditating. Everyone else had left and he decided to stay behind. Nero definitely had an excellent view of her from here… he could stare right down her shirt without her knowing. His smile was hidden, but it was there. He would have loved to go to her, tell her what he felt and possibly act out a few fantasies he had of her. His favorite by far would have been to see her tied up onto a chair while he did all manner of naughty things to her.
It was just something about having someone so utterly superior in every facet completely submit to him in such a way that got his heart thumping. He imagined it was just because it was Weiss… Weiss his sister. At least in his dreams he could have her like that.
He flopped over onto his back and stared at a far point on the ceiling. Not that he wished to dominate her by any means. He knew his place, and it definitely wasn’t above her like that. She was the matriarch and he was but her humble servant. That was why… that was why he couldn’t do it. No matter which way he cut it, if he went to her… she would have to submit to him. Even if she was over him, he would be invading her… tainting her with whatever he was. It would be an insult to the highest degree to request that of her.
But who then, should be with someone like her? He definitely didn’t like the sound of someone dominant… someone who would try to push her around. No, no one like that should be with Weiss. He could think of only one person who could dominate Weiss, and that would’ve been Restrictor, and just the thought made him ill. Then who did that leave really? No one?
He wanted to be this no one. Thoughts of them together danced around in his mind. He could play the role she needed, surely. He wouldn’t ask anything of her… wouldn’t try to take her place. He would do whatever she asked and more. All he wanted was her to love him as he loved her… that and let him screw her into oblivion. It always came back to that. Why couldn’t he be content with what he had? He was sure the only thing she had to do was ask and he would jump to it.
Sounds of Weiss shifting made him turn over on his stomach and peer down at her again. She had rested her back on the uncomfortable chair, her feet touching the floor and her legs spread apart. She held her hands together as if to pray, but rested them on her stomach instead. Was she going to sleep?
She was. Her soft breathing filled his ears and he waited a moment before he flitted down to her. “Weiss?” He asked softly, making sure to wave a hand in front of her face just incase. She had dropped off, and she was a heavy sleeper. “Weiss,” He let the love he felt for her filter through in his voice. “You’re so beautiful when you sleep.” He brushed the hair out of her eyes and indulged himself by letting his fingers trace the side of her face as he did. He looked at her again to make sure she was still sleeping. Good, she was still breathing soundly. His lips met hers softly, barely a whisper of a touch.
He shouldn’t have done that… now he really wanted to kiss her. His heart thudded madly against his rib cage, his body was moving of its own volition when his vision moved forward to her face. He gripped the arm rests on her chair, holding his weight so maybe he could pull this off. He was almost there now. He kissed her a bit more firmly. Nothing. She didn’t move, her steady breathing was the only thing telling him she was even alive.
Why not push his luck then? Nero’s hand came up and cupped the side of her face and he turned his face to the side and kissed her fully. This was completely wrong… so wrong…so… Her lips were soft, the skin on her cheek was smooth and her pale eyelashes were fanning her cheeks. He had to kiss those too. She grumbled and swatted at him as if she might a fly. He just narrowly avoided being slapped by her when he reared back.
What the hell was wrong with him? How could he do something like that? He covered his face.
“Nero…” Weiss’ voice said softly.
Crap! Did she know? She was going to throttle him for sure! He looked through his fingers at her, her eyes were still closed.
“Nero…” She called and he moved forward just the slightest bit. Was she dreaming about him? “Take me…” His teenaged mind went only to one thing… maybe he had a chance. “Over there…” Damn. “Let’s… go there together.”
“Go where?” He asked, wondering if she would respond.
“To the other side.” She explained.
“Where is the other side Weiss?”
“Into…” She sighed and with closed eyes she turned her head and her hands came undone. “The dark…”
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Author’s Notes:
This is one of those chapters that remind me of my husband. He is a very timid man sometimes and the things that run through his mind shock me. He’s a rollover kind of guy (no offence sweetness) but he actually had this fantasy once about one of his teachers. I would have sworn he would have dreamed about her on top of him or something crazy like that… you can’t trust the mild-mannered quiet ones I guess.