Paper Tiger Burning

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THIS IS ONLY HALF A LEMON!!! A BASKET OF LEMONS LATER FOR YOUR PATIENCE... THERE IS ALSO HUMOR, SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE A BIT OF FUN WITH YOUR FOREPLAY, DON'T READ.


I awoke in a very dimly lit room. Groggily, I rolled into a sitting position, my eyes searching for familiarity. I recognized the dark blue walls and spartan furnishings.

Suddenly, Sephiroth loomed large in my vision. I shut my eyes in relief, feeling his heat closing over me. “What time is it?” I asked, my lips pressing to his smooth, bare chest as he leaned over me. Planet, I was so glad to see him alive and well it made me feel giddy.

“About nine at night,” he answered softly. “You’ve slept nearly six hours. All of your friends have come in here one by one to see you. I asked them to touch you.” He clenched me a little tighter. “You did tell me that touch gave you strength.”

“And it helped,” I chuckled weakly. “I shouldn’t have awoken for a few days.” I looked around, feeling something missing. “Where’s Hojo?”

“He’s back in his labs, treating children,” Sephiroth answered. “Some of them had too much mako to stop treatment. He’s doing all he can to finish their mako-engineering safely. Thankfully, Hojo has more of an idea how to do this than Havars.” He leaned me up, sliding us back until we sat against the head rest. His long, strong arms wrapped around me. “Are you well enough to attend a trial in the morning?”

“Whose?” Dreamily, I lolled against him, my cheek on his collarbone. This was bliss.

“Havars, Sheila, and Rufus go on trial together at ten in the morning,” Sephiroth informed. “The Turks have temporary control over Shin-Ra Company, but I intend to remedy that after the trial.” He stroked my arm and hip, drawing almost lazy fingers up and down my hand. “The Supreme Adjudicator of Midgar arrives soon; he will preside over the legal issues of the government. I spoke to him on the phone not an hour ago and he has agreed to let all involved stand together as witnesses for the prosecution.” He touched my cheek with his mouth, leisurely gliding damp heat to my ear. “We will all get a say.”

Shivering, I let my head drop, exposing my neck to his slowly moving lips. “The justice system of Midgar has had no real power since Shin-Ra took control,” I said, trying to hold on to the conversation. “They will be harsh on our antagonists.”

“Mmmm, I have no doubt,” Sephiroth replied, his voice low and resonant. “All we have to worry about is being labeled vigilantes. And it wouldn’t be a first for you and your little group, would it?” He kissed down my jaw, dipping his tongue just underneath. “My good little flower girl managed to be surprisingly bad in her past.”

His liquid voice and honey mouth united to burn me. I shuddered in his arms, feeling boneless yet leaden. “I’m not perfect,” I answered diplomatically, far more interested in what he did than what I should say. How could I think with his mouth upon me? Those silken lips of heat and tenderness…

“Oh, but you are indeed perfect,” Sephiroth argued softly, enjoyment rumbling in his dark baritone. “You’re flawless, my modest and petite Ancient.” His warm breath fanned over my neckline, heightened sensation on my skin. “I look at you and stand amazed.” Long, strong hands now skimmed lightly over my belly, making me writhe with pleasure. “I can’t believe you gave me even a moment of your precious life, but I’ll take every moment you give.”

“Oh, Sephiroth,” I sighed, melting in his arms like so much heated taffy. I languored, gripped by the power of his voice, his hands, his mouth. I felt him against me, his body throbbing with life and power and desire. One button followed another in a cascade, and his strong, capable hands spread over my bare flesh. I struggled to follow his fingers, loathe to give up even an instant of his blistering touch. “Oh yes, please don’t stop,” I begged, shameless in my need.

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” he confessed. “I’ve waited too long to touch you like this.” His hands slid over my trembling thighs, lightly tracing a path back to my waist, my ribs, setting me on fire. “I let everyone else touch you first,” he rumbled, “but now it’s my turn.”

My world became one of sensation. Smooth, cool sheets bore me up while Sephiroth’s hot, calloused hands pushed me down. His lips dragged smooth friction over mine, opening me to his invading tongue. I gasped, riding a shockwave of need. His gentle force melted me.

I felt his fingers twining in my hair. He pulled slowly, arching my throat to his mouth, keeping me still. My nipples hardened painfully. Sephiroth groaned against my pulse, shifting, his big erection thrusting insistently against my hip. “I can’t take you now,” he said, his voice ragged. “I don’t have the time. I wanted to spend hours with you, but now I want days.”

I cried out, feeling him pluck at my sensitive left nipple. The pull went straight to my womb, filling me with wanton, wet heat. My thighs parted of their own volition, inviting him to delve inside. The scent and sound of him drove me wild. I squirmed under his touch, tried to get closer still.

He had what I needed and he gave it too slowly.

I wanted to be his.

“Please,” I entreated. “Please, Sephiroth?”

His answered groan deepened into a growl. “No,” he insisted. “Not until we’re both free will I enter you.” But he rolled, putting me fully under him. His silky hair draped over my body, setting my overheated skin to burning with the slide of each strand. “But I’ll make you climax, flower girl,” he promised, his voice low and dark. “I’m going to drown you in me. You’ll learn to come at the crook of my finger.”

Pleasure burst between my legs. Sephiroth opened me with lips and tongue, mouthed the very center of me. I love the way you taste, he sent as I gasped and writhed under his clever mouth. He lapped, flicked his tongue across my nerve center rapidly, making me buck. His spread hands on my thighs kept me wide open. So sweet and salty, he praised. I could eat you for hours.

“Seph-iroth,” I groaned. I’d never felt sensation like this. That hot, coiled feeling so low in my body wound tighter, and tighter. This delicious weakness intoxicated me. I felt gladly incapable, happily powerless. Here I lay, naked, yet he was not; my feet sliding over the smooth fabric wrapping his hard legs as he bent to me. Hot, slippery pressure boiled within me, spreading me wider and wider.

“Aerith,” Sephiroth answered, groaning.

Half blind, I reached for him. My palm skidded over the slick skin of his shoulder. Hard muscle bunched under my fingers. I burned, wanting to feel him over me, to be fully underneath his big body. The ache between my legs soared to a new, wonderful pain, but he still did not stop. His clever hand returned to my breast, caressing and plucking my eager nipple.

Oh, his hair sliding over me, around me, glinting silver and white silk… His hands, everywhere. His lips at my center, coaxing me up and up toward something spiritually physical. I trembled, rolled upon the tangled sheets. I had to get closer… “Please,” I repeated, gasping. “Oh, Sephiroth, please?”

“Mmm,” he hummed against my swollen flesh. The soft vibration made that empty ache expand. I arched, mindless and blissful as Sephiroth pushed against my entrance with his palm. The sudden pressure toppled me. Shudders wracked me from top to bottom, stealing my breath and my mind. Vision darkening, my every muscle let go of that wonderful tension and fell limp.

“So quick,” Sephiroth murmured, climbing up over me as I gasped his name. He straddled my shaking body, leaning down to nuzzle my neck with his lips. His strong hands pinned my wrists to the bed beside me. “But I think I can coax another from you.”

His hips snapped forward, striking my center with his hardness.

My breath left me. Aftershocks became another quake. Crying out, I clutched him with my legs as my body threatened to shake apart. He nipped my neck with his sharp teeth, making me shudder while falling back down from the stars.

I heard my harsh breathing as if from very far away. Pulsing in languid bliss, I tried to open my eyes. Sudden motion aided me. I stared into Sephiroth’s hot, glowing eyes, surprised as he gently hauled me to straddle his kneeling legs. He wound my arms around his neck and took my bottom in both hands.

I shuddered with lust, feeling my naked core settle against his covered but extremely firm bulge. He smiled softly, but wicked satisfaction laced his sensuous lips. “Do you ache, flower girl?” he asked softly, leaning in to take my earlobe between his teeth. He shook that tender bit of flesh, growling into my ear. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” I moaned, shifting upon him. Friction bloomed within.

“Good.” Sephiroth’s hands opened me wider, grinding me down upon him. “It means you want me to fuck you.”

The darkest thrill shot through me. I flowed so wet I soaked his pants, conducting his incredible heat back to my core. Nose buried in Sephiroth’s hair, I inhaled his musk. Dizzy, weak, I slumped against his hard body in surrender. My nails skidded over his bare back, trying to find purchase against his living marble flesh.

“I could come in my pants like a teenager just looking at you,” he whispered. “You don’t even know, my sweet. It’s taking everything I have not to spread your petals around me.” He flexed, lifting me upward in a gentle thrust that only hinted at power. I cried out, feeling that wonderful, terrible ache intensify. “As it is,” he murmured, “if you were to even touch my cock I’d explode. Just imagining your pretty little hands on me is torture.”

He began to rock with me, his large hands pulling and pushing in unity with every thrust of his narrow hips. I dug my heels into his well-developed backside, feeling his pants sliding down until I clenched hard, rounded muscle, fighting him just a little. The beast inside him rumbled low and deep in his chest. He trembled a little, crushing my pelvis to his and going absolutely still.

I wasn’t without power.

Intrigued, I filled with the urge to make him take me. It wasn’t as if I had anything to fear by going against his wishes. He’d never hurt me. So thinking I slid my hands down his back slowly, feeling his clean sweat and rolling muscle. I petted a barely restrained brute. He shivered and jerked, hands clenching me tighter.

Deliberately, I raked my nails across him, hard. I wanted to welcome his beast.

Sephiroth gave a mighty tremor, his head dropping to expose his corded throat. Abruptly I lie flat on my back, hands and body pinned. His beryl eyes burned into mine, shining with animal cunning though enormously dilated cat-slit pupils. “Almost,” he whispered. “You clever little thing.”

“It isn’t cleverness to pay attention,” I whispered in return, smiling a little. Even an untried little virgin like me could see he liked it rough.

“Who says paying attention isn’t cleverness?” Sephiroth’s eyes banked a bit, tamped down by resolve and willpower. But he didn’t move from overtop me.

It would serve us both right if I broke that control. His guilt lay in always making decisions for me. My guilt lay in deviling him.

I could live with that.

Slowly, I lifted my legs, dragging my feet up his hard, cloth-clad thighs once more. As before, he shook and went still. His eyes flared. “Aerith,” he said lowly, a deep warning uttered in the most guttural tone.

“You’re the larger flame, Sephiroth,” I said, still smiling, remembering the words and white flowers of Wutai. “I’m just trying to join you.”

“You would,” he said, hearing the echo of our past, “you would remind me of my own words.” He leaned in, touching our lips together, speaking against my mouth. “I also said we’d burn like shooting stars, remember?”

“That will not be avoided,” I argued, hooking a toe in his waistband. He would either stay in his position, making it easy for me to slide his pants down, or he would shift. If he shifted I felt I could be upon him before he thought to fight me off. I throbbed at my very center to have him, and have him I would.

“This is your own fault for making me want you,” I went on, getting my other toe to his waistband. Slowly, I managed to tug the material down just a little. “We have hours before the trial. Why are you making me wait?”

“Because,” he growled. “You’ll be carrying my child in the morning if I fuck you tonight,” he answered. “Believe me, Aerith, I’m not holding back because I’m a candidate for sainthood. I’m so desperate to have you I’m nearly crazed.”

I paused. I knew he was right; Sephiroth’s virility seemed obvious to any and all.

I probably wasn’t ready to be a mother. Sephiroth…

It wouldn’t be fair of me to make him a father so soon. He’d just found his own father. He needed stable ground to begin parenthood. And I didn’t want to have a baby out of wedlock. I knew I was old fashioned this way.

He hadn’t asked me to marry him, either.

Would he?

I looked into his eyes, searching for the answers to all my questions and doubts. I instead met the evidence of his pained arousal. He seemed ready to fly apart even though he held so still. His breaths came erratically and harsh. His mussed up hair fell over both of us in tangled, silver-white fringes. He hadn’t looked so undone after killing the men and wolves in Havars’ compound.

I made him like this. He’d had control until I started digging into his beautiful posterior with my heels. And from there I’d snowballed it.

“Let me up,” I urged gently.

Sephiroth rolled instantly, collapsing to the mattress beside me. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath. In the next second he turned his head to look at me in concern. “Have I hurt you, Aerith?” he asked, worry in his voice.

“No, no,” I said softly, quickly. “I’m far from hurt, Sephiroth.”

He took my word, again closing his eyes. Another shudder wracked his large frame.

I sat up to look at him, amazed that I could inspire this much agony in a man. “Are you…injured?” I asked quietly.

Sephiroth gave a small laugh. “No,” he answered. “It’s just pain, and pain passes.”

For what seemed like a very long moment, I just looked down upon him. I couldn’t believe I had this much influence over him. He was the most powerful man in the world.

The world.

Yet, I had him.

I scooted closer, feeling his lean and hard body coil with tension. “Sephiroth,” I murmured. “I want to please you. Won’t you tell me what you like?” And I did burn to see him wracked with pleasure. I’d seen him angry, in pain, amused, murderous, and benevolent. Now I had to see him lost to pleasure.

One of his electric, ocean-colored eyes opened to examine me in disbelief. “What?” he asked quietly.

Feeling bashful, I ducked my head a little. Still, I heeded my promise to never hide from him. I met his skeptical eye with a bashful smile. With a slow, gentle hand, I touched his abdomen and coasted my fingers upward over twitching muscle. “You gave me so much pleasure,” I said quietly. “I’d love to give you the same.” Swallowing hard, I focused on his firm, flat stomach. “I find just touching you such a joy,” I went on. “If you could give me a little guidance I’m sure you wouldn’t be in such pain.”

Sephiroth’s lips curled. “You are so very sweet,” he said lowly, almost like a prayer.

“Am I?” I shrugged. “I just want to feel you the way you’ve felt me.”

He closed his eyes a moment, sighing heavily. “If you mean that, Aerith, reach into my pants and take me out.”

Surrender.

Just like that.

I stared at the tremendous bulge there. This was no time to be a coward, yet I felt intimidated. At a snails’ crawl I reached out and palmed him. His spasm and low moan strengthened my resolve.

“I won’t last fifteen seconds,” he groaned. “This will be the shortest lesson I’ve ever taught you.”

“Would you rather I be bad at it so you can last longer?” I asked, slowly reaching for his waistband.

Sephiroth’s laugh sounded strained. “You couldn’t be bad at it,” he argued, “but even if you are it won’t matter.”

“Why not?” I pulled down. That wet sensation inside me grew, anticipation climbing higher and higher. He was so beautiful, so raw, stretched out on this bed, quivering with need, his veins standing out like blue rivers on his snowy skin. His hands gripped the sheets so hard all of his arm muscles bulged.

“Because just the idea of your touch is enough to make me explode,” Sephiroth answered, growling. His eyes opened to molten blue-green slits, pinning me in place. His gaze raked my body. I realized I sat beside him quite, quite naked.

I hadn’t even thought of it.

And, even now that I knew it, it didn’t bother me. I didn’t feel ashamed. In fact, his eyes upon my nakedness made me hot inside.

I slid his pants down. My eyes locked on the proud evidence of his arousal.

I blinked.

Holy, sweet Planet.

I tore my gaze away, eyes flying to his. Incredibly, he smiled. It was a conceited smile. The gravity of my situation and his smile combined to nearly swoon me. Mouth dry as a desert, I looked down once more.

This would never, ever fit inside of me.

“Yes it will,” Sephiroth countered, chuckling, apparently having heard my thought. It seemed putting me off balance returned a little of his control. Or maybe he found my hesitance just that amusing. “If I go slowly and you’re ready, I’ll fit,” he asserted, kicking his pants off the rest of the way. His motions didn’t cause his erection to move in the slightest.

I couldn’t look away from it. It was beautiful, for a battering ram. I’d never seen one up close but I felt certain most men weren’t so well endowed. But he was proportionate. His skin looked redder here. The head wept a little from a small slit.

“Second thoughts?” he teased. “I think you’ll find it difficult to touch me the way I touched you. You can try something else.”

I swallowed past the dryness in my mouth. “Have you ever-?” I paused. How to phrase this? “Has anyone ever been able to…?” Honestly, I didn’t know why I wanted to ask things like that. Perhaps it was the fact Sephiroth would answer anything I did ask, and truthfully.

“Not without a condom,” Sephiroth answered quietly. “It deadens sensation but I don’t want a mysterious ailment centering around my cock.” His smile returned slowly. “But yes, it’s possible. Some women have very big mouths.” He held up his hand as I began to ask, cutting me off. “No, you don’t have a large mouth, and no, I don’t expect you to attempt fellatio.”

I looked at him. That was all well and good, but if it felt the same for him as it did me I could hardly deny him. Still, I would leave it for later, when I felt more comfortable thinking about unhinging my jaw like a swamp zolom.

Sephiroth bit the inside of his cheek. A bright, manic surge of hilarity flared in his eyes.

Damn him for being able to hear my thoughts.

Laughing, Sephiroth reached out and grabbed me, rolling my squealing form underneath his body. “I’ve been accused of wielding the Masamune for compensation,” he confessed, eyes bright with amusement. “I trust you’ll come to my defense on that issue.”

I looked up into his smiling face and suddenly my heart just hurt with how much I loved him. He was so passionate, so alive and open. Beautiful. I couldn’t imagine living without him anymore. He’d stolen my heart a little more each day until he owned it completely.

Silent and still, Sephiroth looked into my watering eyes. His lips parted. The twin fringes of his heavy, dark eyelashes came down for a brief flutter.

The air thickened. He swallowed hard. “Flower girl,” he murmured. “Aerith.”

“Yes?” A terrible ache in the back of my throat made it hard for me to breathe.

Sephiroth pressed his soft lips to mine. I tasted myself on him. “You don’t have to cry,” he said, his voice a study in dark gentleness. “I’ve never known what love is, sweet thing, but you’ve taught it to me very well.”

My breath caught. “Then you know that I love you,” I whispered.

Sephiroth took a quick, quiet breath. His eyelashes fluttered again. The warmth of the sun radiated from his gemstone eyes. “I do now,” he murmured. “I hoped that you would even while I told myself not to hope.” Gently, he kissed the corner of my eye, following the tear tail down my cheek. “It’s impossible not to love you, flower girl,” he said in my ear. “Falling in love with you was easy.”

I broke. Trembling, I dragged him down to me, clutched him close, as close as I could. Never would he be close enough.

In moments he held me. Slowly, he pulled a light sheet over us. I rested my head on his hard pectoral, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.

Time ticked by. The silence rang with weighted thoughts. Cautiously, I lowered my shield to feel him out. To my ultimate relief, his emotions mirrored mine. We’d climbed to a plateau; reassured, happy, but also frustrated and worried. He still wanted me very badly, but he controlled it. I felt a burst of mischief inside of honesty from Sephiroth.

“Aerith?” he asked lowly. “I want to marry you. I don’t want some other homicidal, good-looking, charity head-case getting half a chance at your affections.” His voice, utterly sincere, rumbled under my ear. He radiated hope.

Drunk on happiness, a giggle escaped me. Trust Sephiroth to turn wit against himself if no other target lay in sight. “Well, there ARE so many,” I said.

Sephiroth’s deep chuckle joined my higher, silly laugh. We quieted a moment later, hearing the main door open and shut. The sound of a key hitting the coffee table followed soon after. Hojo released an exhausted sigh. Two seconds later, he knocked on the bedroom door. “Decent or not, I’m coming in,” he announced.

He made good on his threat. I hunched lower against Sephiroth as his father strode in with a hand over his eyes. He snapped his fingers, tilting his head to listen to the sound, then reached into his lab coat and brought out a hypo. A sudden movement of his arm and Sephiroth’s body jerked.

“I told you, boy,” he said. “Nanites. Give them twenty minutes.”

With that, he marched back to the door, dropping his hand. “Never thought there’d be a benevolent reason for that skill,” he muttered, leaving us.

Sephiroth was quiet only a few seconds. “He used sound waves to figure out where I am,” he said, sounding impressed. “He heard where we were, then reasoned I’d be the biggest and first hit.”

“He’s still scary, then,” I said, getting another fit of giggles. We had a ridiculous, perfectly natural dynamic in this apartment. I felt glad neither father nor son had completely shed their darker natures. “Maybe he just figured you’d be on top of me. I guess the nanites are contraception? Did you and Hojo have a discussion about this?”

“Mm,” Sephiroth answered. “And he gave us twenty minutes.”

My laughter dissolved. Desire sparked deep inside me. “He did,” I said. “How much time do we have?”

Sephiroth peered at the digital clock. “Not enough for what I’m going to do to you. After the trial tomorrow I’m going to do things to you that you’d never write home about.”

Anticipation and lust overrode my initial disappointment. “Promise?” I asked, snuggling down.

“I swear it,”’ he answered. “You’ll be too exhausted to pick up a pencil, much less write out a truthful account of the night.” His arms tightened around me. “I’m going to wear you out. Nothing is going to keep me from you.”

My entire universe aligned properly. Content, I wrapped an arm around Sephiroth’s lean waist. “Then I’ll marry you,” I said, breathing in his musk as I fell asleep.