Sunset

Disclaimer: As it was with the rest of the chapters, I don't own Final Fantasy VII, or any of it's characters. No money is made off of this fanfiction.

Warnings: Lemon enters here. Rather graphic...again, little left to the imagination. Don't read it, if this kind of thing offends you.

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Guilt & Pleasure

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He woke early; barely able to sleep, after the night before.

He was so turned on after that night, after actually getting to kiss, and taste her...he didn't think he could make it through the night without releasing himself again. He cursed himself the entire way back, cursed himself as he walked to his quarters, and cursed himself as he tried to get to sleep.

He had been cursing himself a lot, lately.

He filled his day once again with mindless work, avoiding the Turks as well as he could-luckily, most of them were off. He tried to ignore the gnawing feeling of having to go kill his best friends, or avoiding direct orders. He tried to push the horrible knowledge that he learned bit by bit from combing through the data room out of his head.

He started to wonder if he was doing what he was doing for a sort of comfort through all the madness, even though what he wanted was almost mad itself.

Not mad. Human. You think she's beautiful, and you want to...experience her.

But I'm not human.

He felt a little bad later in the day as well, sending several soldiers to the infirmary after training; he went a bit too hard on them...causing deeper cuts than need be, or even breaking a few limbs or noses. Naturally, because of who he was...things like that could be swept under the rug.

Like Angeal and Genesis. They're sending us to kill them, sweeping those men under the rug like they never existed. Saying they're dead when they aren't. Are we all that expendable to them?

He wondered how much longer he even wanted to stay.

I find myself looking forward to tonight. Half of me hopes she won't show up. The other half wants her to.

He stood out on a balcony that was attached to his quarters, shirtless, despite the chill in the air. He liked the cool feeling against his chest.

Again, the sunset was beautiful.

She would like this so much...I'd take her out, if she wanted...No. It's not my place.

He would find out soon enough if he could go back, or not.

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Aerith pulled her jacket around herself, as she made her way to the train station. She didn't know why she wanted to do this, either...but she did.

She hated to admit it, but the feelings that were left in her body after their short encounter yesterday were...more than pleasant. Rather than relief, her curiosity was piqued even more.

She felt horrible, too. She liked Zack, a lot. Zack was the one who she could see herself getting to know better, dating. He was tall, strong, attractive, and one of the most pleasant guys she had ever met.

But her attraction to Sephiroth, it was different...so different. A lust that she had never felt before, and every night, she felt dirtier for it...the thoughts that entered her head. He was her first kiss, now. She could not have a first kiss again.

I still feel bad about that...but...it felt so good.

She approached the train platform, her legs wanting to turn back...but her body not wanting to. She had a feeling what might happen tonight. More of last night...and even more after that. They could go further...or maybe they wouldn't.

Maybe he wouldn't even show up...maybe he would be the one to put an end to this madness. She had nothing against him. She was as guilty as he was. They both were guilty, or neither of them were.

She waited there for awhile, looking around nervously. The train was still at the platform, according to the clock, it was due to leave in ten minutes.

Maybe he would stay back, and the train would leave. She could go back, forgetting about this, and her odd feelings. Her mother was asleep; she was used to Aerith heading to the church late at night sometimes, to care for the flowers. She wouldn't pay any mind. Aerith was almost an adult, anyhow...she behaved like one. A few more months, and she would be.

When she figured it was almost over, she heard the heavy footsteps behind her.

He came.

She turned, and saw him pause on the stairs, looking directly at her. She couldn't tell if the look in his eyes was disappointment or relief...or a mix of both. With something else hovering around behind the green-blue irises.

''Hello. You came,'' he said, quietly.

''Yes...I...'' she trailed off.

''Come on. The train is leaving soon.''

The two walked onto the train...almost on autopilot. Not many people were there, as it was late. They walked to one of the cars further back, with a bunch of private rooms of sorts. He used a key card to open one, and motioned her in. He stepped in behind her and locked the door.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked around. The room wasn't bad. It had a small table and couch, a chair, a bed and a shelf; for a Midgar slum train it was pretty high-class, and the high ranks had access to them. With closing shutters on the windows and locking doors, they gave them privacy. They were rarely used, as well.

Sephiroth went over to close the shades, and sat next to her, on the bed, leaning against the wall. This doesn't have to happen, he thought. We can just talk, and go to sleep, and tomorrow morning, early, we can forget this...idea ever happened.

''Don't Shin-Ra employees travel in...I don't know, fancier things?'' she asked, to break the slightly awkward silence.

''Sometimes. We take the trains too.''

More silence. He watched her, occasionally brushing back her hair, fidgeting rather nervously. The longer he watched her, the more he felt his inhibitions slipping away.

He reached out, touching her hair again from behind, sliding his hand down her back, scooting closer to her. He paused for a moment, to slide off his jacket. She turned to look as he did this, laying eyes on his bare torso, fully for the first time. She touched him, a bit hesitantly again, before sliding off her own jacket.

You aren't making this easier.

He turned to sit toward her, one leg off the bed. He reached out, sliding his hands down her shoulders. They said nothing; he was taking the bull by the horns, now.

He wanted it, and he wanted her. He wanted to experience everything he started to experience in the dream, and then some. He wanted to take her this night, in a number of ways, until she was screaming in pleasure; they had all night in this room. He knew he could make her scream out, too. He knew things he could do to her...something that a virgin would barely be able to handle. He wanted to run his hands over every part of her body, and his mouth as well.

He wanted to be inside of her, too...oh yes.

He would stop if she told him to. He wished that she would.

She was more curious by the second, she wanted to know what more felt like...his kisses and touch felt wonderful...and they made her feel dirtier than she ever had. She both loved and hated it...and wanted it to continue.

She ran her hand over his torso again, and through the long mane of silver hair; it seemed to go on forever.

''Tell me...to stop...when you want,'' he breathed out, moving closer to her, sliding his arms around her now. His lips traced down from the top of her head to the side of her face.

Her arms wrapped around his back, tracing over the hard muscle. She didn't reply. She was shivering, though. He didn't know if it was due to the slight chill in the car, or something else, but he instinctively held her a bit tighter, as he continued to trace his lips over her jaw, until they met hers again, re-igniting the kiss from last night. She followed his lead; it was still a bit clumsy, but she could follow him well enough. It still turned him on to no end.

There will be the point of no return, sometime soon.

It still wasn't too late, Aerith was thinking the same thing...but she didn't want him to stop. Not yet. She enjoyed his hot mouth against hers, and his probing tongue, flickering over her lips as he broke apart, tracing down her throat.

Her breathing grew heavier. She didn't know anything that felt quite like this. Her stomach was in knots; partially from excitement, partially from arousal, partially from guilt. But she continued.

No one was perfect.

He sat back to lay her down on the somewhat hard bed; he straddled her waist, supporting himself.

She shifted a bit, feeling what was going on in his trousers. She looked a bit uncomfortable at that.

''Are you...okay?''

She nodded swiftly. She still didn't want him to stop. ''Yes.'' She even reached up, tracing her hands over his chest again, and started to pull him down.

She's still not making this easy...

He licked over her lips again before parting them, meeting her in another kiss...hungrier this time. His inhibitions were almost gone, and he was starting to look forward to the things he was planning to do to her, and with her. Her kiss deepened as well; her hands beginning to explore more of his body, and with less of the earlier shyness. He heard her moan lightly as his hand traced down her side.

The more right it felt, the more wrong he was convinced this was.

He pulled apart from her, sat up, and slid his hands up to her shoulders. He gently took the thin straps to her dress and slid them down her arms.

She began to squirm a bit, but finally allowed him to do it. She almost wanted to call it off...but then she thought a little more...experimentation couldn't hurt. It was only...skin touching skin, after all.

He pulled the top of the dress down, exposing her midsection...still covered by a bra. He did not take this off yet...but dipped his head lower, to breathe in her scent around her neck, lightly licking and nipping at it, but not so hard that marks were left.

She shivered at the feeling of the silver strands brushing over her upper body, still running her hands through it, trying to move it if it tickled too much. The chill was beginning to leave the room...or maybe it was something else.

He moved his head up, kissing her forehead; he shook a bit himself when he felt her kiss at his own neck. She was slow in her movements, and still a little hesitant, but she kissed him several times, and onto his shoulder.

He thought he enjoyed the feeling way too much.

He took her lips into his mouth again, kissing her harder this time; deeper than he had before. She tasted wonderful to him; pure was still the best word to describe her. He thought of the word several times...and how after this night, by the look of things, she would be anything but...and she was allowing him to do this, for reasons that he may never know. He was also starting not to care about the whys...and while he still felt disgusted with himself inside for doing this, taking a girl-who was not yet eighteen and his comrade liked a lot-and exploring her entire body before anyone else, a dark part of him loved the idea.

He broke the kiss, but traced his lips back down her neck, and to her chest, alternating planting kisses there, and running his tongue over her. He suddenly sat up again, and took her to his lap, turning her around. He brushed back her hair, and began to kiss her neck and shoulder again, more intensely this time, while sliding off her bra.

She shivered at this and moved to cover herself. He stopped for a moment.

''Is...it...too much...?'' Please say it is.

Again, the head shake. ''Sephiroth...please keep going.'' She turned her head to look at him, her eyes beginning to grow heavy-lidded with pleasure. She touched the side of his face.

The words and the act broke down even more inhibitions, leaving very little behind. He continued to kiss her neck, shoulders, between her shoulder blades, running a knuckle up and down her spine as he nipped at her. He traced his tongue up and down her spine as well; she shivered intensely at this feeling, as he brushed his lips back up, to the back of her neck, paying attention there for awhile. He lay her back down on the bed, looking at her bare torso full on.

She was endowed just right, he thought to himself, and smirked for the first time this night.

To his surprise, she smiled softly back, stroking her hand through his hair again.

The train kept running; occasionally stopping and starting again. They still had all night. The rooms had good enough walls they barely heard anything going on outside. This was good, because it meant anyone that might be close-which wasn't many, since this car only had private rooms-wouldn't be able to hear what was going on in the car.

He traced his lips over her jawline again, nibbling it lightly, kissing her one more time before slowly running his tongue down her neck and to her chest...resting his head between her breasts, which he found were already stiff. He lifted a hand to one, and began to trace the fingers around.

Aerith had to admit to herself, as much as she hated to, she had never felt anything like this...she could feel herself getting...aroused herself, much like him. She felt a bit uncomfortable between her legs...she had ideas, she wanted to feel more of what he could to. She continued to trace her hands through his hair, kissing the top of his head, as he slowly fondled one of her breasts, sometimes licking and kissing at her chest while he did so. He looked up at her, with the eyes that could seemingly look through her...and slowly dragged his tongue over the breast he had just fondled and pinched.

She moaned out, louder now, than she had all night, and wrapped her hands in his hair, almost by instinct, as he began to suck, dashing his tongue against it at the same time. His arms wrapped around her midsection as he did so, and she could have sworn she felt him smile against her.

This feels too good to be true, she thought to herself, as his wet tongue licked at the sensitive nipple.

He was smiling. Now the guilt was starting to melt away...or at least be covered up for now, no doubt to come back in spades tomorrow. But living for tomorrow was stupid, after all. She was letting him do something he might have had wanted to do, subconsciously, for a very long time...so he might as well enjoy it all he could. He loved the way the firm breast felt in his mouth, and her gentle scent that entered his nose.

Every second that past, he knew he defiled her more, and he wasn't even halfway done.

His hands finally traced down to her waist, and up her legs, for the first time; he had kept all of his touches and ministrations above her belt. He figured now it was a good a time as any to test the waters, to see how far she really wanted to go.

Her legs closed a bit instinctively, but she did not push his hand away. He didn't press the matter at the moment, but continued running his hand up and down her leg, through the dress, as he began to gently nip at her breast, while his other, free hand began to fondle her other one. Her hands wrapped tighter in his hair, and she continued uttering small, moaning gasps of pleasure.

''Please...'' he heard her whisper.

''What?'' he said, his voice very low.

''M...More.'' was the only word she said.

He continued his attention on her nipple; lightly licking at it, her shivers and moans telling him that he was beginning to drive her a bit mad. He sat up for a second, and began to tug at her dress, to pull it the rest of the way off. She again was hesitant at first.

''Still more?'' he asked, his eyes questioning.

She nodded...and helped him with it. He removed her shoes and his own boots; he kept his trousers on however, and her underwear...but he slid a finger under the waistband to begin to tug them down. Again she let him; but she kept her legs shut, obviously shy, and not wanting him to see how aroused she was.

He lay next to her, propping his head on his hand, and slid his hand down her side again. She turned to face him, one of her small hands tracing his own side, causing his flesh to prickle. Her touch was so light, but it still aroused him. He closed his eyes at the feeling.

I could just stick it in and get it over with now, and end this madness.

But he found himself wanting to take his time with her. A bit for her sake, and a lot for his; there was still much more he wanted to explore. He leaned down to kiss her sides, down to her hip; she gasped at that, his hair still tickling her body, his head too close to her midsection for her to feel comfortable at the moment. He brought his head back up to look at her, meeting her in a hungry kiss again, as his hand began to move more toward her center, finally.

She looked at him, her eyes bright, with a bit of fear mixed in them as well. He sat up a bit to trace his other hand down her face and through her hair to relax her, and she gradually began to allow her legs to open a bit, to let his hand trace up her inner thigh. She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his once again, he met her halfway, as he slid his hand up and down the insides of her legs; not going up toward the center yet. He lay her on her back once again, kneeling next to her, his lips brushing down her neck, to her chest once again.

He finally brought his hand to her center, a thumb stroking lightly over her mound, through the rather trim set of soft curls. Did she...no, she couldn't have...he thought to himself.

She gasped at this, trying to move her legs together again, a bit afraid...but he gently held his hand there, and looked up at her, after flickering his tongue over a breast again. The look in his eyes told her that it wouldn't be a bad thing, what he was going to do. She opened them again, slowly, as he went back up to kiss her lips; her probing her own tongue in a bit again...slowly, but a bit less clumsy than before.

She's starting to learn my actions. I hope when...He pushed those thoughts out of his head, as well. He had been doing that a lot, lately. Thoughts like that could finish driving him mad, and he already felt he was on his way down, with the things he was doing, wanted to do, and was about to do.

Her hands once again went through his hair; she enjoyed it, he could tell. Women tended to; it was part of what gave him his beautiful, exotic look.

He let one finger part her lower lips, slowly, but he didn't put it inside, yet. He traced it around her inner folds, which were quite wet at this moment. He shivered at the touch; she was so soft...and yes, even more pure down there.

He still had to ask himself what he was doing.

He could tell she was a bit embarrassed about her state; she wasn't used to this, being this aroused. She squirmed and closed her eyes, but he took her in a kiss again, as his finger slowly worked around the outside, still, brushing over everything.

It felt quite amazing to her; she certainly had never felt that before, and even on the outside, his finger seemed to know what it was doing. She hadn't felt anything this...pleasurable before; well, his hot mouth over her breasts was about an equal feeling of pleasure. Her moans came easier now, her own walls beginning to break down.

His finger brushed around her hood, but he was careful; he was aware his fingers were rather rough from combat, despite the gloves he wore. He wasn't the most gentle man in the world, but he felt like being a bit lighter with her than he normally was.

He slowly slid one finger inside of her, and she tensed; she squealed at the feeling, softly.

''S...Sephiroth...''

''Does it hurt?'' he asked, fairly direct.

''A...a bit.''

''If we want to go further...you need to get used to it.''

''I know.'' She breathed out, still shaking. ''It's okay.''

He moved it in and out, slowly, curling it; she began to relax somewhat, and moaned louder at the feeling of something inside of her. He felt how wet she was, and it was turning him on more than he realized it would.

She's so tight...he thought. He wondered if they would be able to go through with it fully tonight. He wasn't a small man, he would have to help her along a bit. He kept maneuvering his finger inside of her skillfully, bringing louder moans yet from her lips.

He would bring her to climax at least one time before, he thought, if she let him do that...and he hoped she did. He began to slowly leave the breast, and kiss down her stomach.

She tensed again; he could feel it with his hand, which still slowly moved in and out of her, as he added a second finger. She yelped softly at the feeling, as he continued to nuzzle down her stomach. She didn't quite know what he was doing, but she had a feeling. He kissed the soft skin of her stomach, tracing his tongue to her navel, around it, dipping it in.

His hair tickled her stomach and legs, her hands stroked it, grasping it at times when his fingers hit a sensitive spot. He finally pulled them out, and brought them to his lips, tasting them; he placed them in his mouth. He found she tasted rather nice. She blushed; even after everything, he was now beginning to get almost too intimate with her.

But she didn't stop him. She found she wanted this as much as him. She wanted to experience more. So far, her first lover...well, it wasn't love, but still...had proven to be one that knew much of a woman's body.

She still felt dirty, as his lips traced lower, placing a kiss on top of her mound, before he rested his forehead there, tracing his hands up and down her thighs, parting them. He repositioned himself for easier access, and began to kiss and slowly lick up her thighs.

They felt even better than they did in his dream. His hair brushed around her some more, his breathing heavy.

She tensed yet again...letting shaky moans escape her lips. Is he going to...Before yesterday, she had never even kissed a man; now Sephiroth was about to administer more pleasure to her, and she felt a bit...exposed; this was so intimate. She still didn't want him to stop, though...and allowed her hands to slide through his hair, stroking his head as he maneuvered his way up.

He could smell her arousal as he slowly licked the rest of the way up her right thigh; his hand massaged the left one, it's skin smooth as silk. He made his way to her womanhood; still more closed to him, and placed a kiss onto her lower lips. She shivered and gasped at the feeling; pulling away from him for a moment, but the soft strokes of his hands relaxed her.

He could still stop...but he was too close. He wanted to taste everything she had to offer...the first kiss had been a sweet one.

No doubt this is new to her. She's...so pure...

With another kiss, and another, he kept kissing her nether lips, not using his tongue quite yet, letting her get more comfortable with him being down there, in her most intimate spot. He moved his hands to her hips, grasping her as he let his tongue snake out to part her, allowing him to pick up her taste fully for the first time.

All it took was one, and he moaned low in his throat, as he gave her slow licks around, maneuvering his skilled tongue all over, licking up the wetness that was there, and that continued to come. She began to gasp louder at the feeling; she certainly had never felt this, and she was beginning to enjoy it a bit too much. Her shyness began to melt away more, now that he had seen and experienced almost all of her. With soft moans of his name, it pushed him to explore more, and deeper, sliding his long tongue up into her, pressing against her, curling inside of her.

Every moment that passed drove him to be more intense in his ministrations, speeding up, thrusting harder, and sucking at her. He pulled her legs on his shoulders; she slid them down, but he pulled them back and held them, giving him better access yet to the area that no man had yet experienced. She tightened them around his shoulders a bit, finally, and gave a small thrust of her hips.

I couldn't go back now, even if I wanted to. She...is...exquisite...

He moaned low in his throat again, the vibrations traveling up her body, causing her to squirm on the bed, unable to control herself. Her breathing grew heavier, his hands sliding up and down her sides, gripping her tightly as he flickered his tongue under the hood, to tease the most sensitive spot on her body.

She moaned out louder when he did that; it made him shiver a bit and continue on that little spot for a short while, almost torturing it with pleasure. He now wanted nothing more than to hear her shriek even louder, the little inhibitions he had left long gone.

After he dashed his tongue over her awhile more, lapping greedily at everything that came from her, she was so wet he wondered how she hadn't came yet-then again, he was enjoying her too much to let her go right away. He finally took her clit into his mouth, gently nipped at it and began to suck. He could feel her contract and thrust her hips; when he noticed he broke down a few more of her walls he kept going, faster; he wanted to bring her to the end, as he was long pressing painfully against his trousers. He had to be inside of her, and soon...and he wanted more of her honey.

As he sucked, he let himself loose; as he began to dash his tongue against the little spot once again, he heard her cry out his name in pleasure.

I knew she would eventually...she had to give in.

God, why am I thinking like this? This isn't like me...I'm usually so much more of a...gentleman...

He slid his tongue inside of her to taste her as she orgasmed heavily, shaking hard and crying out in ecstasy; he licked and sucked at her to gather up all that came; he licked harder, desperate for more. He moaned low in his throat as she finished; he slowly lifted his head after she could give no more, kissing her a few more times and giving her a few more licks before finally pulling himself away.

Her eyes were shut, and she was panting heavily. She hadn't felt anything so good before, and any dirty feelings she had were buried for the time being from the overwhelming pleasure she had just received...she had never orgasmed before, and her first was wonderful. She opened her eyes to look at him, reached out, and touched his face, after he had licked his lips.

''Why...did...you?''

''I wanted to. You...'' he lay next to her, fully freeing himself from his trousers, but gave her time to recover. He kissed her ear a few times as she lay there, catching her breath. ''So sweet...'' he whispered.

She opened her eyes, and turned to face him, she planted a soft kiss on his lips, which made him begin to feel a bit guilty, of all things, all over again. Even through everything, she still has a sort of innocence. When I met her, I knew she wasn't a perfect little angel...but she always had an air of innocence. Even after I took it...she still has some.

She traced her hands down his face; this man that had given her a lot of firsts these past two days, the beautiful soldier whom she only knew by name and in passing a bit more than two weeks before. She looked down, though, and her eyes widened.

She wondered how it would all fit inside of her. Even with his earlier preparation with his fingers and his recent ministrations with his tongue, she didn't think this would work right away.

She wanted to try, though. She reached down, to gently stroke it. She didn't do anything else; just stroked it.

His reaction was fast; she felt his body shudder and he moaned-almost growled, low in his throat at the feeling of her soft hand around him. He didn't ask her or really care if she did anything, but if she wanted to experiment, he would let her. He leaned down to nibble at her ear as she did this, brushing his lips against her jaw.

He couldn't take it too long, though; he was so aroused at the moment he had to do something. He pushed her back down to the bed, straddling her again. He pushed her legs apart with his hands. He looked right at her.

''Do you want this?'' I would stop. It would kill me, but I could use my hand...

After a short pause, she bit her lip and nodded. She figured she had come this far, and with him over her, his silver hair spilling over her body, she...wanted him the rest of the way.

He brushed his manhood against her; she shook again; he found she was still shaking.

She's scared, he thought to himself, a hint of the self-loathing coming back in. She's scared of this. But she still wants it. I hope she knows what she's doing...

''It will be better if I just push in...I'll stay there for a bit until you...adjust.''

She nodded; as she ran her hands through his hair again, for what must have been the hundredth time...not that he minded...he penetrated her in one swift motion.

She cried out; it was a bit painful at first; but he lay over her, supporting himself up, letting her get used to the feeling. He wrapped one arm around her and kissed her forehead to calm her shaking; her breathing soon returned to normal. He began to move slightly; he slowly thrust once, twice.

I don't think I'll be able to last that long. Now that he was inside of her, the feeling was almost too much for him.

She slid her arms around his neck, as he began to thrust a bit faster; she moaned each time, but with less pain, and more pleasure as the time went on. He sped up a bit, readjusting himself and continuing to penetrate her deeply; his own breathing became ragged after a short while. He had a feeling she would be able to last longer than him, but he could take care of her again after the fact.

She felt him inside of her, all the way; she was now no longer a virgin, and she was, deep down, enjoying this, even though she knew this would probably never happen again; and for the best. Though she sometimes wondered what life would be like with this man, this dangerous one. Her hands slid down his back and back up; she began to try to match his rhythms. She was a bit clumsy, once again, but it didn't bother him in the least, at this moment.

He had all day tomorrow and for weeks to come to feel guilt. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy this.

He thrust faster and faster yet; trying different movements; her moans grew louder as he began to bring her on her way again. He was getting close, himself; he could hold back, but it was starting to get a bit painful. The feeling of her around him, surrounding him...he wouldn't mind doing it again, but he knew that it would be a very bad idea.

He liked this girl, though. She was beautiful and still somehow had an innocence about her, and he would always feel that strange tie to her, somehow...he just never knew how. She tried to keep up with him, and for being her first time she was doing well; she matched his thrusts closer, and her growing moans told him that she was enjoying it more than it was hurting her. He could feel how tight she was, still...but it felt so good around him. She was still extremely turned on from his previous treatment, and this wasn't preventing her from being turned on again.

She really did like this, way too much. Thoughts raced around her head, to the best of her ability. Her brains were almost shut down due to the sheer overwhelming pleasure of all of this, but she was in full enjoyment.

He finally couldn't take it anymore; his breathing was loud, and he was grunting; thrusting harder into her; her moans turned into louder cries out, but they were not in pain. He knew he didn't have to pull out...he was unable to...reproduce normally, so he knew it wouldn't be a problem. He debated quickly whether or not he wanted to mark her with his seed...but he finally decided, what did it matter now.

He grunted one last time before moaning louder than he had all night; thrusting hard as he came; she shivered at the feeling of his hot seed filling her. He kept going; he thrust as long as he could, trying to bring her to bliss one more time as well, before he was finished. It had been a long time since he had released himself like this...his own hand the week before notwithstanding.

He managed to hold on and feel her shudder beneath him once again before he went soft; he held her tightly as her second orgasm finally went through her small frame, engulfing her, almost greater than her first one.

He stayed inside of her for a short while more, he finally let himself out, and rolled over next to her, putting his hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Sweat poured off of his forehead despite the chill that was still in the small room; he felt the train pull to a stop and start again, as they lay there, silent.

After a long while of not-so-uncomfortable silence, he turned toward her; she met his gaze.

''Are you alright?'' he asked, his voice soft.

''Fine.'' She smiled at him. ''It was...wonderful, it...really was.''

He nodded. He leaned forward again, even though they were finished, and kissed her. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be treating this like it's anything more than a one-night stand. I took her, apparently seduced her, fucked her, took her virginity and now leaving my comrade to have what he should have in the first place.

He really had to wonder what kind of person he was.

Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on myself. Maybe this shows I'm more human than I think I am. Which wouldn't be a bad thing.

She returned his kiss, however, in full. He finally sat up, after cleaning himself off in the sink they had in the room, and redid his trousers, putting his boots back on, but leaving his coat. He handed her the dress and underwear he had removed, and she redressed herself, also cleaning herself off a bit, still wobbly. The smell of sex was strong in the room, but he knew the train operators would take no notice. They really didn't care what went on in the private quarters, after all.

They sat again, on the small couch in the room, leaning back. Neither of them knew how long they had been.

''Should we just sleep here tonight?'' she asked. ''How much longer until it gets back?''

''A few hours. We can if you like.'' He was a bit tired. He leaned on the couch, and she leaned on him...even though he wasn't sure he wanted that. But he found his arm going around her anyway, almost protectively.

He thankfully drifted off quickly before his thoughts could catch up to him.

--

The train pulled to a stop, and the two of them stepped off; it was still very early morning, so no one was really around yet, except for the few either very, very early risers or folks who went to sleep in the morning. He turned to look at her.

''Will you be okay getting home?''

She nodded. ''We...won't be seeing much after this, will we?''

''It...would be better this way. He...can be much better to you than I could.''

She took his hand. ''You're not so bad. Just...watch yourself. I...'' she trailed off.

''You don't have to say anymore. You'll still see me now and again, around, on missions. You don't have to be afraid to say hello, at least. But these nights...we should leave this as a memory.''

''I...I know.'' She touched his chest again, as his long coat was open. He found himself leaning over to kiss her, savoring her taste one last time. He smiled at her, a touch sad.

''Good night.'' He turned to walk off, before he didn't want to leave anymore.

A/N: Whew! That was a long one. Well, these things happen. The lemon part usually comes kind of natural for me, but I admit this one was a bit difficult compared to the others I've done. Hope it turned out alright!