Tiny Dancer
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Chapter 8
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: 8/?
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
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.
Cloud clung tightly to Sephiroth as he weaved through traffic on the way to the Shinra headquarters. This was terribly exciting, leading Cloud to let out some very embarrassing whoops of delight when Sephiroth turned a sharp corner at high velocity or accelerated rapidly. Sephiroth only laughed, continuing on his way.
Weaving though towering scrapers brought them to the entrance to a parking garage under the complex of buildings that made up Shinra. Sephiroth scanned a card he pulled out of his pocket and the mechanical arm blocking their path was raised. Sephiroth pulled into the concrete structure, obviously knowing where he was heading instead of dicking around and looking for an open spot. He pulled into a space next to the elevators with a plaque hanging on the wall that read:
Sephiroth
General, Shinra Inc.
Reserved Parking Only
He had is own parking space?! How fucking cool was that? Cloud read the plaques on the other spaces nearby that were filled mostly with monster bikes like Sephiroth's, but there were a few luxury cars and SUV's thrown into the mix. Genesis Rhapsodos. Angeal Hewley, Rufus Shinra, fucking President Shinra?!
Sephiroth dismounted and pulled Cloud off the bike. The dancer groaned as his tired, sore legs protested being in the same position for as long as the ride here had taken them. He shook himself out a little and removed the helmet Sephiroth insisted Cloud wear.
"Why do I have to wear one and you don't?" Cloud had whined.
"Because my brains won't become a skid mark if I crash the bike," was the response.
Cloud had put the helmet on.
Sephiroth returned the helmet to the appropriate compartment and took Cloud's hand to lead him to the proper elevator. There were several elevators lined up within their own little glass room. Inside the room was expensive red carpet and sweet smelling air that unclogged his nostrils of the diesel and dirt smell of the rest of the parking complex. Sephiroth accessed one elevator that said, "One Stop, SOLDIER barracks," over the top. There were others that said things like "Multiple Stop" and "Main Tower, East Tower, West Tower" and on and on...There had to be more elevators here than Cloud had seen in his entire life.
The light on their elevator brightened with the charming little "Ding!" noise that all elevators made. The doors slid open and they boarded, Sephiroth immediately taking advantage of Cloud's nearness and wrapping his arms around him. Cloud sighed and leaned into the embrace, emotionally and physically exhausted and ready for sleep. But he had wanted to...well...you know...with the silver haired God. Maybe...if they took a nap first.
Cloud was all but snoring as they reached their destination and the elevator dinged again. Cloud shook himself awake and Sephiroth chuckled a little.
"One more ride to go and then we'll be there."
"How far away is your place," came the grumpy reply.
"I'm in the penthouse of the SOLDIER barracks."
"Oh." A heartbeat. "Wait, penthouse?"
"I share it with three other guys," Sephiroth tried to brush it off.
"Penthouse." Reiterated Cloud.
"Top floor apartment," Sephiroth clarified.
"Pent. House."
"Loft!"
Sephiroth pulled Cloud into another elevator, ceasing the conversation. This time the General had to swipe his card near the row of buttons. One button previously unlit was now brightened and he punched that one. Cloud hit it two more times for good measure.
The doors finally opened again and Cloud stepped into...a freaking penthouse. It was decorated all in black and red. The place was the most modern and expensive place Cloud had ever seen. He expected someone from Cribs to step out of one the rooms and start a narrative. The overhead lights were all off, leaving only the illumination from several rows of display cases set up here and there around the room. Some housed odd weapons, one was the materia cabinet, and others held random figurines and other crap Cloud didn't recognize.
The wall in front of him was one huge window divided up into multiple panes. One of the panes had a door set into it that lead out onto a balcony that ran around the entire floor, and the square footage of which was bigger than Cloud's whole apartment.
The sun could be seen rising from this view, so high atop the plate. Sephiroth was used to getting up at this time of day, not going to bed. He figured calling in yesterday before going to the show to watch Cloud and cancelling his appointments had been a good idea.
To the right was the entrance to what Cloud suspected was the kitchen judging by the pass through window in the wall and the dining set that stood next to it. In front of him was the living room and to the left was a hallway with multiple doors. Just the living room was larger than some theaters he had danced in.
I am so far out of my league.
Cloud was now terribly embarrassed that Sephiroth had seen his place.
Sephiroth tugged on Cloud's hand and lead him down the hallway...just as one of the other doors opened.
Genesis came out of his room and stared blearily at Sephiroth and Cloud for a moment before his eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. The red-head pointed a finger at them, "Now I know I'm not awake yet. There's no way I'm seeing you about to get laid. I'm gonna go wake up again." Genesis turned around and closed the door behind him.
Cloud pressed a hand to his mouth to contain his laughter.
Sephiroth shook his head and pulled Cloud into a different room farther down the hallway. The General flipped on the lights and Cloud blinked in the sudden brightness after the dark of the hallway. It was and wasn't everything Cloud had expected. Huge bed: check. Ugly quilt on bed: Wuh? Polished hardwood floors: check. Mismatching tattered rugs covering beautiful floors: Huh? Perfect matching furniture: check. Walls cluttered with massive amounts of unframed, stuck-up-with-tacks photography: What?
"You look confused."
Cloud peered around a little more and turned to his date. "I guess I kind of am."
"Go feel the blanket."
"Wuh?"
"Just do it."
Cloud let go of Sephiroth's hand and slowly approached the huge bed with its massively ugly quilt. He ran his hand along the top and gasped. "Soft!" Each panel was a different kind of soft; one was like skimming his hand along the top of a still pool of water, one was like a rabbit's pelt, one was fuzzy like a teddy bear, one was fine, expensive silk.
"Smell it."
Cloud layed down on the blanket and burrowed his face into the perfect softness, "Mmm...fresh bread."
The softness and comforting smell induced Cloud into an almost sleep that he was lifted out of a little as Sephiroth settled on the bed next to him.
"Do you want to sleep a little?"
"Mmmm..." was Clouds intelligent response. "Ya, but not in these pants."
The General chuckled. "I've slept in leather many times before. I'll have to agree with you that it's not comfortable. You can wear some of my sleep pants."
The General stood up and rummaged through one of the expensive wardrobes. "Here," he threw a pair of pants on top of Cloud. "Put those on."
Cloud blinked sleepily, not really wanting to leave the feather softness of the blanket but did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing and donned the sleepwear without second thought. He was so use to being naked in front of people that he didn't even blink.
Sephiroth, however, enjoyed his eyeful.
The dancer wiggled his toes into one of the rugs underneath his feet and sighed happily. Soft, like the quilt. Warm and thick, it was much better than the cold floor to cuddle his unprotected feet into. Dressed in too big pants Cloud flopped back onto the mattress, rolling himself into the quilt like a mummy.
Sephiroth grinned. "No fair, you have to share."
Cloud mumbled something that sounded like, "Make me."
The General smiled deviously and grabbed the end of the blanket and pulled, dumping Cloud out of the quilt like the innards of a burrito.
"Mmmm....Seeeeeeph," Cloud whined. Sephiroth made up for the unceremonious dumping by crawling into the bed and pulling Cloud to him, covering them both with the blanket.
Cloud had never slept with another person before, and it was a little awkward trying to find a position that didn't dig his elbow into Sephiroth's stomach or his knee into Sephiroth's groin not in the happy way. Cloud kept lying on and pulling Sephiroth's hair, who then bound it up to keep it out of the way. They eventually settled with Sephiroth on his back, Cloud snuggled up to his side. The blond head rested on Sephiroth’s shoulder and the strong arm wrapped around the dancer kept him close. One hard, muscled leg was thrown over the other.
This wasn't what Cloud had been picturing when he asked to come over to Sephiroth's place, but it was nice. Maybe they could play hide the sausage when they woke up.
Sephiroth was almost asleep when a horrible, cold, evil thought wormed its way into his brain playing over and over again like a terrible song you couldn't stop singing to yourself. "How old are you again?" he whispered into Cloud's ear. Please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong....
"Sixteen."
Fuck. Jailbait.
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: 8/?
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
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.
Cloud clung tightly to Sephiroth as he weaved through traffic on the way to the Shinra headquarters. This was terribly exciting, leading Cloud to let out some very embarrassing whoops of delight when Sephiroth turned a sharp corner at high velocity or accelerated rapidly. Sephiroth only laughed, continuing on his way.
Weaving though towering scrapers brought them to the entrance to a parking garage under the complex of buildings that made up Shinra. Sephiroth scanned a card he pulled out of his pocket and the mechanical arm blocking their path was raised. Sephiroth pulled into the concrete structure, obviously knowing where he was heading instead of dicking around and looking for an open spot. He pulled into a space next to the elevators with a plaque hanging on the wall that read:
General, Shinra Inc.
Reserved Parking Only
He had is own parking space?! How fucking cool was that? Cloud read the plaques on the other spaces nearby that were filled mostly with monster bikes like Sephiroth's, but there were a few luxury cars and SUV's thrown into the mix. Genesis Rhapsodos. Angeal Hewley, Rufus Shinra, fucking President Shinra?!
Sephiroth dismounted and pulled Cloud off the bike. The dancer groaned as his tired, sore legs protested being in the same position for as long as the ride here had taken them. He shook himself out a little and removed the helmet Sephiroth insisted Cloud wear.
"Why do I have to wear one and you don't?" Cloud had whined.
"Because my brains won't become a skid mark if I crash the bike," was the response.
Cloud had put the helmet on.
Sephiroth returned the helmet to the appropriate compartment and took Cloud's hand to lead him to the proper elevator. There were several elevators lined up within their own little glass room. Inside the room was expensive red carpet and sweet smelling air that unclogged his nostrils of the diesel and dirt smell of the rest of the parking complex. Sephiroth accessed one elevator that said, "One Stop, SOLDIER barracks," over the top. There were others that said things like "Multiple Stop" and "Main Tower, East Tower, West Tower" and on and on...There had to be more elevators here than Cloud had seen in his entire life.
The light on their elevator brightened with the charming little "Ding!" noise that all elevators made. The doors slid open and they boarded, Sephiroth immediately taking advantage of Cloud's nearness and wrapping his arms around him. Cloud sighed and leaned into the embrace, emotionally and physically exhausted and ready for sleep. But he had wanted to...well...you know...with the silver haired God. Maybe...if they took a nap first.
Cloud was all but snoring as they reached their destination and the elevator dinged again. Cloud shook himself awake and Sephiroth chuckled a little.
"One more ride to go and then we'll be there."
"How far away is your place," came the grumpy reply.
"I'm in the penthouse of the SOLDIER barracks."
"Oh." A heartbeat. "Wait, penthouse?"
"I share it with three other guys," Sephiroth tried to brush it off.
"Penthouse." Reiterated Cloud.
"Top floor apartment," Sephiroth clarified.
"Pent. House."
"Loft!"
Sephiroth pulled Cloud into another elevator, ceasing the conversation. This time the General had to swipe his card near the row of buttons. One button previously unlit was now brightened and he punched that one. Cloud hit it two more times for good measure.
The doors finally opened again and Cloud stepped into...a freaking penthouse. It was decorated all in black and red. The place was the most modern and expensive place Cloud had ever seen. He expected someone from Cribs to step out of one the rooms and start a narrative. The overhead lights were all off, leaving only the illumination from several rows of display cases set up here and there around the room. Some housed odd weapons, one was the materia cabinet, and others held random figurines and other crap Cloud didn't recognize.
The wall in front of him was one huge window divided up into multiple panes. One of the panes had a door set into it that lead out onto a balcony that ran around the entire floor, and the square footage of which was bigger than Cloud's whole apartment.
The sun could be seen rising from this view, so high atop the plate. Sephiroth was used to getting up at this time of day, not going to bed. He figured calling in yesterday before going to the show to watch Cloud and cancelling his appointments had been a good idea.
To the right was the entrance to what Cloud suspected was the kitchen judging by the pass through window in the wall and the dining set that stood next to it. In front of him was the living room and to the left was a hallway with multiple doors. Just the living room was larger than some theaters he had danced in.
I am so far out of my league.
Cloud was now terribly embarrassed that Sephiroth had seen his place.
Sephiroth tugged on Cloud's hand and lead him down the hallway...just as one of the other doors opened.
Genesis came out of his room and stared blearily at Sephiroth and Cloud for a moment before his eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. The red-head pointed a finger at them, "Now I know I'm not awake yet. There's no way I'm seeing you about to get laid. I'm gonna go wake up again." Genesis turned around and closed the door behind him.
Cloud pressed a hand to his mouth to contain his laughter.
Sephiroth shook his head and pulled Cloud into a different room farther down the hallway. The General flipped on the lights and Cloud blinked in the sudden brightness after the dark of the hallway. It was and wasn't everything Cloud had expected. Huge bed: check. Ugly quilt on bed: Wuh? Polished hardwood floors: check. Mismatching tattered rugs covering beautiful floors: Huh? Perfect matching furniture: check. Walls cluttered with massive amounts of unframed, stuck-up-with-tacks photography: What?
"You look confused."
Cloud peered around a little more and turned to his date. "I guess I kind of am."
"Go feel the blanket."
"Wuh?"
"Just do it."
Cloud let go of Sephiroth's hand and slowly approached the huge bed with its massively ugly quilt. He ran his hand along the top and gasped. "Soft!" Each panel was a different kind of soft; one was like skimming his hand along the top of a still pool of water, one was like a rabbit's pelt, one was fuzzy like a teddy bear, one was fine, expensive silk.
"Smell it."
Cloud layed down on the blanket and burrowed his face into the perfect softness, "Mmm...fresh bread."
The softness and comforting smell induced Cloud into an almost sleep that he was lifted out of a little as Sephiroth settled on the bed next to him.
"Do you want to sleep a little?"
"Mmmm..." was Clouds intelligent response. "Ya, but not in these pants."
The General chuckled. "I've slept in leather many times before. I'll have to agree with you that it's not comfortable. You can wear some of my sleep pants."
The General stood up and rummaged through one of the expensive wardrobes. "Here," he threw a pair of pants on top of Cloud. "Put those on."
Cloud blinked sleepily, not really wanting to leave the feather softness of the blanket but did as he was told. He stripped down to nothing and donned the sleepwear without second thought. He was so use to being naked in front of people that he didn't even blink.
Sephiroth, however, enjoyed his eyeful.
The dancer wiggled his toes into one of the rugs underneath his feet and sighed happily. Soft, like the quilt. Warm and thick, it was much better than the cold floor to cuddle his unprotected feet into. Dressed in too big pants Cloud flopped back onto the mattress, rolling himself into the quilt like a mummy.
Sephiroth grinned. "No fair, you have to share."
Cloud mumbled something that sounded like, "Make me."
The General smiled deviously and grabbed the end of the blanket and pulled, dumping Cloud out of the quilt like the innards of a burrito.
"Mmmm....Seeeeeeph," Cloud whined. Sephiroth made up for the unceremonious dumping by crawling into the bed and pulling Cloud to him, covering them both with the blanket.
Cloud had never slept with another person before, and it was a little awkward trying to find a position that didn't dig his elbow into Sephiroth's stomach or his knee into Sephiroth's groin not in the happy way. Cloud kept lying on and pulling Sephiroth's hair, who then bound it up to keep it out of the way. They eventually settled with Sephiroth on his back, Cloud snuggled up to his side. The blond head rested on Sephiroth’s shoulder and the strong arm wrapped around the dancer kept him close. One hard, muscled leg was thrown over the other.
This wasn't what Cloud had been picturing when he asked to come over to Sephiroth's place, but it was nice. Maybe they could play hide the sausage when they woke up.
Sephiroth was almost asleep when a horrible, cold, evil thought wormed its way into his brain playing over and over again like a terrible song you couldn't stop singing to yourself. "How old are you again?" he whispered into Cloud's ear. Please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong....
"Sixteen."
Fuck. Jailbait.
TBC...