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Chapter 5
Title: Tiny Dancer
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: PG so far
Warnings: Very AU, language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Opening night for Midgar Dance Company’s newest show may be the beginning of something more than just a hot new act.
Numbers were easier for Cloud than letters as long as he concentrated really hard. He just had to make sure that he hit the numbers on the phone in the same sequence as the numbers on the card.
It would have been a whole lot easier if the numbers would stay in one Godsdamned place and stop mixing up with each other as he tried to read them. Three unsuccessful attempts and one memorized phone number later the phone started ringing. Cloud held his breath, almost cuddled into the wall the phone hung on trying to get as much privacy as he could in the busy hallway.
“Sephiroth speaking.”
“Um…Hi. It’s Cloud.”
“Cloud? Cloud Strife?”
“Uhh…ya.”
“It’s good to hear from you. How are you feeling?”
“That’s actually what I was calling about. I wanted to thank you for what you did. I…I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”
“Wonderful.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Would you…” Cloud cleared his throat. “Would you like to come to the performance tomorrow night? As a thank you, I mean. I mean, I could get you back stage to watch the dances. And you could watch. From backstage.” He sounded like freaking tard. The blond banged his head on the wall.
“I would love to.”
“…really?”
“Of course. I’ve always been interested in how a show runs from backstage.”
“I’ll leave a pass for you at Will-Call then.”
“Thank you Cloud. I will see you tomorrow evening.”
“Ya. See ya.”
Total score.
******************************
“Sephiroth!” Cloud yelled over the din of dancers, stage hands, and dozens of other people to the silver haired man standing in his own little bubble of silence near the entrance to the hallway. Everyone was giving the warrior a ten foot radius, leaving him in a cone of calmness in the otherwise hectic area.
Sephiroth smiled and advanced on Cloud, the bubble following him as he went.
“What’s he doing here?” hissed Tifa. She had been going over last minute set changes with the dancers before Cloud had seen the General looking a little lost as he entered the backstage pandemonium.
“I invited him.”
“What-”
Cloud bounded away before Tifa could rant at him. She could bitch all she wanted. She didn’t have millions of gil to pay back to Shinra.
“Hey! I’m glad you made it.”
“As am I,” Sephiroth nodded his head. He took a moment to view the costume the young dancer wore. It was the belly-dancing outfit for the first song, and he had to admit it looked even better up close than it did from the box seats. The black and gold gauze contrasted so perfectly with the dancers skin. A gold belt of hammered coins chimed softly as he moved, hips swaying to a beat only Cloud to hear. The finger cymbals were clutched in one hand, and the blond was nervously clanging them together in a decidedly unconscious way. His face was heavily plastered in stage makeup, and the General found himself preferring the dancer without all the paint. He did, however, really like the thick, dark lines painted around Cloud’s eyes. Sephiroth could also see the dusting of shimmering gold powder spread over taut skin and muscles.
Appreciation. He had it.
“You can hang out over there,” Cloud pointed to a corner tucked between the pulley ropes for the curtains and an awkward jutting of the wall. “You won’t get trampled that way, and you can still see almost everything. Tifa usually stands there, but she’s going to be in the audience tonight watching the set changes.”
“Set changes? Opening night was just two days ago.”
“Tifa doesn’t mess around. Once she decides she doesn’t like something she changes it immediately, usually for the better. That’s why she’s the best.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Well…I’ll talk you later then?” it came out more of a question than he had intended.
“Yes. I’ll be here for the entire performance.”
“Great!” Cloud beamed as he hurried back to the pre-show talk through. Sephiroth settled himself into the corner and watched the proceedings with true interest. It was amazing to him how insane the backstage area was compared to the calm, composed front that was presented to the audience.
“TWO MINUTE WARNING!” bellowed someone from the other side of the stage. Tifa clapped her hands and left for the audience, leaving the director as the only person to tame the disorder. Luckily, the guy was the director for a reason and put everyone in their places in no time. Cloud and the female (who Sephiroth assumed was the female lead) from opening night were placed on the stage, posed and perfect.
The music started and the curtain rose.
**************************
Sephiroth had seen more naked people tonight than he had in his entire career in the army. It was insane how fast these people could strip and put on an entirely new costume. He had never really thought about what it took for Cloud or the corps to do a costume change so quickly between one song and the next. Granted, there was a little pause between each song, but that miniscule 30 seconds didn’t mean much. There was an entire set of people dedicated to ripping clothing off of dancers and putting more on them. There was another set of people to fix makeup and hair. There was yet another set of people moving background, opening and closing curtains, and flipping a hundred switches that seemed to do nothing.
It kind of reminded him of tire changes at car races.
He also hadn’t realized quite how beautiful the dancing could be when one viewed it up close. Cloud wasn’t the only talented dancer in the group, and the General watched in near awe at the perfect coordination, timing, and athletic talent that had been amassed on the stage.
The General never really understood what drew him to the art of dance. He had been attracted to it as soon as he had seen his first person dance. It had been a Wutian geisha at a tea house in some town his army had overrun in the name of Shinra. He didn’t remember the name of the town or the dancer herself, but he did remember how her movements had struck him as the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He’d been obsessed ever since.
Cloud was like the fulfillment of that obsession. The dancer had originally been of interest because of his notoriety in the ballet world. He was the best of the best, the star of every ballet he showed in. Then he started branching out into other forms of dance. It was odd to see a dancer so well versed in multiple forms of the art, and even more startling to see one that had mastered almost every type he had come across. In Cloud, Sephiroth could watch any type of dance he wanted to, and Cloud would own it. It was like a dream come true.
If only everything in life could be so beautiful.
The end of show met with roaring applause. The final bows were completed and the curtains closed. It seemed like every dancer and stage hand collectively blew out a sigh of relief over another performance done. Everyone started to file off the stage or start cleaning up costumes, makeup, and brushes. Some of the dancers took the time the stretch out slowly for a cool down. Cloud made his way to the General, a small limp noticeable in his step.
“You’re foot?” Sephiroth questioned, a look of worry on his face.
“Naw,” Cloud brushed it off. “Just a cramp in my thigh. I’ll stretch it out in my dressing room. Would you like to join me?”
“Of course.”
A short trip later and they were comfortably ensconced in the warm, if shabby room. The dancer moved behind the folding screen and striped off his costume for the last number and donned a pair of sweats. He then moved to the dresser and used a few baby wipes to remove the worst of the makeup, leaving the rest until he could shower at home. All the while Sephiroth lounged on the ottoman contentedly. Cloud was surprised that the silence between them was more comfortable than awkward.
Cloud flopped on the ground and tried for a position to stretch out the complaining muscle. He settled for laying on his back, one leg flat on the floor and the other raised above his body. He grabbed the leg and pulled back slowly, hoping the cramping would loosen soon.
“Could I help you in anyway?”
Cloud’s eyes widened before he managed to stutter, “I-I um y-yea. Just, um, if you could, well-”
“This is not so different than any of the stretching I require of my troops during practice.” Sephiroth slid off the ottoman and straddled the leg Cloud had flat on the ground. The blond gulped loudly. The warrior took hold of the other leg with one hand on the calf and the other on the thigh and gently pushed, bobbing the leg a little to loosen the thigh muscles running along the back of the leg.
Cloud almost forgot to breath but his body reminded him with a burning in his lungs that required a sharp intake of breath. The older man’s hands were so strong but tender at the same time.
Slowly, his muscles relaxed and the mild bobbing of the leg brought the appendage closer and closer to Cloud’s chest. The leg hit his chest and Cloud shifted a little to let the leg slide to the side until it lay partially on the ground. Cloud had raised his arm on that side to allow space for the leg, and it lay relaxed above him, fingers curled into his palm.
Still straddling the other leg, Sephiroth was now completely covering Cloud. He had placed one hand braced on the floor on the opposite side of Cloud’s head from the leg for balance. The other still held tension on the calf, holding it pinned to the floor. The position brought their groins within millimeters of one another. The dancer could feel the heat of the other man through his pants.
Cloud’s eyes were half-lidded and he was breathing hard. Sephiroth’s eyes had dilated and darkened. The silver haired man released the leg. Still trapped beneath the elder man, Cloud didn’t have anywhere to put the appendage and without something holding it in place the muscles and tendons pushed it back up…to hook over Sephiroth’s shoulder.
The General took in a deep, steadying breath.
They stared at each other for what seemed like years before the older man leaned down that fraction of an inch more to press them together completely. Cloud’s breath hitched and his eyelids drooped but did not close. He was still relaxed, one arm overhead and the other at his side. For some reason he didn’t feel threatened or trapped. It was comforting almost. He watched as Sephiroth leaned a little more, bringing their lips within brushing distance. The blond took a deep breath and tilted his chin up a little.
Their lips touched, just for a moment.
And the door flew open with a harsh BANG.
Operation Seduction: Massive Fail
TBC…
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 5/?
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: PG so far
Warnings: Very AU, language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Opening night for Midgar Dance Company’s newest show may be the beginning of something more than just a hot new act.
Numbers were easier for Cloud than letters as long as he concentrated really hard. He just had to make sure that he hit the numbers on the phone in the same sequence as the numbers on the card.
It would have been a whole lot easier if the numbers would stay in one Godsdamned place and stop mixing up with each other as he tried to read them. Three unsuccessful attempts and one memorized phone number later the phone started ringing. Cloud held his breath, almost cuddled into the wall the phone hung on trying to get as much privacy as he could in the busy hallway.
“Sephiroth speaking.”
“Um…Hi. It’s Cloud.”
“Cloud? Cloud Strife?”
“Uhh…ya.”
“It’s good to hear from you. How are you feeling?”
“That’s actually what I was calling about. I wanted to thank you for what you did. I…I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”
“Wonderful.”
There was an awkward pause.
“Would you…” Cloud cleared his throat. “Would you like to come to the performance tomorrow night? As a thank you, I mean. I mean, I could get you back stage to watch the dances. And you could watch. From backstage.” He sounded like freaking tard. The blond banged his head on the wall.
“I would love to.”
“…really?”
“Of course. I’ve always been interested in how a show runs from backstage.”
“I’ll leave a pass for you at Will-Call then.”
“Thank you Cloud. I will see you tomorrow evening.”
“Ya. See ya.”
Total score.
******************************
“Sephiroth!” Cloud yelled over the din of dancers, stage hands, and dozens of other people to the silver haired man standing in his own little bubble of silence near the entrance to the hallway. Everyone was giving the warrior a ten foot radius, leaving him in a cone of calmness in the otherwise hectic area.
Sephiroth smiled and advanced on Cloud, the bubble following him as he went.
“What’s he doing here?” hissed Tifa. She had been going over last minute set changes with the dancers before Cloud had seen the General looking a little lost as he entered the backstage pandemonium.
“I invited him.”
“What-”
Cloud bounded away before Tifa could rant at him. She could bitch all she wanted. She didn’t have millions of gil to pay back to Shinra.
“Hey! I’m glad you made it.”
“As am I,” Sephiroth nodded his head. He took a moment to view the costume the young dancer wore. It was the belly-dancing outfit for the first song, and he had to admit it looked even better up close than it did from the box seats. The black and gold gauze contrasted so perfectly with the dancers skin. A gold belt of hammered coins chimed softly as he moved, hips swaying to a beat only Cloud to hear. The finger cymbals were clutched in one hand, and the blond was nervously clanging them together in a decidedly unconscious way. His face was heavily plastered in stage makeup, and the General found himself preferring the dancer without all the paint. He did, however, really like the thick, dark lines painted around Cloud’s eyes. Sephiroth could also see the dusting of shimmering gold powder spread over taut skin and muscles.
Appreciation. He had it.
“You can hang out over there,” Cloud pointed to a corner tucked between the pulley ropes for the curtains and an awkward jutting of the wall. “You won’t get trampled that way, and you can still see almost everything. Tifa usually stands there, but she’s going to be in the audience tonight watching the set changes.”
“Set changes? Opening night was just two days ago.”
“Tifa doesn’t mess around. Once she decides she doesn’t like something she changes it immediately, usually for the better. That’s why she’s the best.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Well…I’ll talk you later then?” it came out more of a question than he had intended.
“Yes. I’ll be here for the entire performance.”
“Great!” Cloud beamed as he hurried back to the pre-show talk through. Sephiroth settled himself into the corner and watched the proceedings with true interest. It was amazing to him how insane the backstage area was compared to the calm, composed front that was presented to the audience.
“TWO MINUTE WARNING!” bellowed someone from the other side of the stage. Tifa clapped her hands and left for the audience, leaving the director as the only person to tame the disorder. Luckily, the guy was the director for a reason and put everyone in their places in no time. Cloud and the female (who Sephiroth assumed was the female lead) from opening night were placed on the stage, posed and perfect.
The music started and the curtain rose.
**************************
Sephiroth had seen more naked people tonight than he had in his entire career in the army. It was insane how fast these people could strip and put on an entirely new costume. He had never really thought about what it took for Cloud or the corps to do a costume change so quickly between one song and the next. Granted, there was a little pause between each song, but that miniscule 30 seconds didn’t mean much. There was an entire set of people dedicated to ripping clothing off of dancers and putting more on them. There was another set of people to fix makeup and hair. There was yet another set of people moving background, opening and closing curtains, and flipping a hundred switches that seemed to do nothing.
It kind of reminded him of tire changes at car races.
He also hadn’t realized quite how beautiful the dancing could be when one viewed it up close. Cloud wasn’t the only talented dancer in the group, and the General watched in near awe at the perfect coordination, timing, and athletic talent that had been amassed on the stage.
The General never really understood what drew him to the art of dance. He had been attracted to it as soon as he had seen his first person dance. It had been a Wutian geisha at a tea house in some town his army had overrun in the name of Shinra. He didn’t remember the name of the town or the dancer herself, but he did remember how her movements had struck him as the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He’d been obsessed ever since.
Cloud was like the fulfillment of that obsession. The dancer had originally been of interest because of his notoriety in the ballet world. He was the best of the best, the star of every ballet he showed in. Then he started branching out into other forms of dance. It was odd to see a dancer so well versed in multiple forms of the art, and even more startling to see one that had mastered almost every type he had come across. In Cloud, Sephiroth could watch any type of dance he wanted to, and Cloud would own it. It was like a dream come true.
If only everything in life could be so beautiful.
The end of show met with roaring applause. The final bows were completed and the curtains closed. It seemed like every dancer and stage hand collectively blew out a sigh of relief over another performance done. Everyone started to file off the stage or start cleaning up costumes, makeup, and brushes. Some of the dancers took the time the stretch out slowly for a cool down. Cloud made his way to the General, a small limp noticeable in his step.
“You’re foot?” Sephiroth questioned, a look of worry on his face.
“Naw,” Cloud brushed it off. “Just a cramp in my thigh. I’ll stretch it out in my dressing room. Would you like to join me?”
“Of course.”
A short trip later and they were comfortably ensconced in the warm, if shabby room. The dancer moved behind the folding screen and striped off his costume for the last number and donned a pair of sweats. He then moved to the dresser and used a few baby wipes to remove the worst of the makeup, leaving the rest until he could shower at home. All the while Sephiroth lounged on the ottoman contentedly. Cloud was surprised that the silence between them was more comfortable than awkward.
Cloud flopped on the ground and tried for a position to stretch out the complaining muscle. He settled for laying on his back, one leg flat on the floor and the other raised above his body. He grabbed the leg and pulled back slowly, hoping the cramping would loosen soon.
“Could I help you in anyway?”
Cloud’s eyes widened before he managed to stutter, “I-I um y-yea. Just, um, if you could, well-”
“This is not so different than any of the stretching I require of my troops during practice.” Sephiroth slid off the ottoman and straddled the leg Cloud had flat on the ground. The blond gulped loudly. The warrior took hold of the other leg with one hand on the calf and the other on the thigh and gently pushed, bobbing the leg a little to loosen the thigh muscles running along the back of the leg.
Cloud almost forgot to breath but his body reminded him with a burning in his lungs that required a sharp intake of breath. The older man’s hands were so strong but tender at the same time.
Slowly, his muscles relaxed and the mild bobbing of the leg brought the appendage closer and closer to Cloud’s chest. The leg hit his chest and Cloud shifted a little to let the leg slide to the side until it lay partially on the ground. Cloud had raised his arm on that side to allow space for the leg, and it lay relaxed above him, fingers curled into his palm.
Still straddling the other leg, Sephiroth was now completely covering Cloud. He had placed one hand braced on the floor on the opposite side of Cloud’s head from the leg for balance. The other still held tension on the calf, holding it pinned to the floor. The position brought their groins within millimeters of one another. The dancer could feel the heat of the other man through his pants.
Cloud’s eyes were half-lidded and he was breathing hard. Sephiroth’s eyes had dilated and darkened. The silver haired man released the leg. Still trapped beneath the elder man, Cloud didn’t have anywhere to put the appendage and without something holding it in place the muscles and tendons pushed it back up…to hook over Sephiroth’s shoulder.
The General took in a deep, steadying breath.
They stared at each other for what seemed like years before the older man leaned down that fraction of an inch more to press them together completely. Cloud’s breath hitched and his eyelids drooped but did not close. He was still relaxed, one arm overhead and the other at his side. For some reason he didn’t feel threatened or trapped. It was comforting almost. He watched as Sephiroth leaned a little more, bringing their lips within brushing distance. The blond took a deep breath and tilted his chin up a little.
Their lips touched, just for a moment.
And the door flew open with a harsh BANG.
Operation Seduction: Massive Fail
TBC…