Pater Familias

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Sakura handed me a clipboard, a pencil and a two white pills. “For your headache,” she explained of the last two items.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked, taking the aspirin even though I knew they wouldn’t help very much. Sephiroth’s sedative-slash-painkiller was about the only thing I’d ever had that relieved any physical discomfort.

“You’ve been pinching the bridge of your nose a lot,” she answered. “And I caught you rubbing your temples.”

“It brings relief.” I made notations on Havars’ continuing habit of pacing the floor, marked down his new habit of twisting his hair around a finger, and put the pencil down.

“I’m very good at relieving headaches,” Sakura said. “Would you like me to attempt it?”

I looked at her.

Sex relieved headaches.

“I’ll let you try,” I said. “But fair warning; not much will budge one of my headaches.” As I spoke we walked back to my office. Sakura walked behind me as I sat down at my desk.

“Let me support your head,” she instructed. “Just relax.”

I let my head fall back. Her breasts cushioning my skull already made me feel better.

There is truly nothing more satisfying than a woman’s breasts. Young, old, straight, gay, it doesn’t matter. They are the first contact, the first sign of love. A mother’s stiff nipple surrendering warm milk will quiet any child.

I’d designed a formula specifically for Sephiroth, since Lucretia hadn’t been around to feed him. I doubted he remembered how I carried him, feeding him from a bottle. At that point I believed I fed Valentine’s bastard, but not even I could starve a little baby. So, Sephiroth’s first sign of love had been an impatient, grizzled old man with a rubber nipple. He’d slept in a sling around my neck, strapped down to a hard chest instead of soft, pliant breasts.

No wonder I’d fucked him up so badly.

Sakura’s cool, gentle fingers pressed to my temples, banishing my thoughts. Slowly, she rotated, first in synch and then out of synch. Bliss. Heaven. I groaned aloud. She used just the right amount of pressure. I felt my headache begin to slip.

I hoped she wasn’t really an assassin, sent to do me in the moment I became vulnerable, because this stood as her prime moment to act. She could snap my neck in a heartbeat….

Maybe. I was a tough old thing.

Headache ebbing away, I fully relaxed. No, Sakura wasn’t here to do me harm. She seemed to like me for some reason. Even Sephiroth noticed it.

I felt her ease my glasses off. A soft clicking sound told me she’d put them on my desk. Now she worked on my temples and forehead unhindered. Her motions, the quiet room and the perfect temperature all served to ruin any urge for work. How could any man not absorb every second a woman offered such pleasure? I couldn’t be happier if she sucked my dick instead of massaged my aching head.

Sleepily, I felt her lay her entire hand over my forehead and just hold me to her. Her quiet breaths moved my head only slightly. Slowly, she dropped her hands to my neck and shoulders and began to work out the kinks there.

I became putty in her hands.

“You work too hard,” she said softly. “You need a decent assistant that knows something about your field. Unfortunately, I don’t know of anyone. I’d help you but, like you said, I’m into vegetables, not meat.” She massaged a particularly stiff, sore spot at the top of my spine, gently pushing the ache away.

I grunted for an answer. I couldn’t think, much less talk.

“But, until you get the aid you need, I’ll be able to help you this way,” Sakura went on.

Again I grunted. I appreciated her skill at muscle manipulation, certainly. Taking her up on this offer took no brain power at all. I’d have to be an idiot to turn down physical ecstasy. My headache had long vanished; I just let her continue because I enjoyed this.

Contact with others rarely came as a pleasant experience for me. Lucretia hadn’t volunteered to touch me often, though she’d had no complaints if I touched her. Being quite familiar with human physiology, I knew exactly where to touch to make it pleasing or painful. But, in the years following Lucretia’s betrayal and subsequent vanishing, I’d learned to limit myself. I would engage in intercourse but I didn’t allow anyone to pet me before, during or after.

I couldn’t stand it.

But, Aerith had changed that about me. She hadn’t feared to touch me, to give me compassion. She’d healed me without any hesitance. Now, I ached to feel the touch of another. Aerith had awakened the part of me that liked contact. My son was a lucky man to have that woman sleeping beside him night after night, even without figuring in the handiness of a willing sexual partner.

I didn’t desire Aerith, pretty though she might be. But, I did enjoy it when she showed me affection. Still, sometimes her little kisses on my cheek cut like a razor, especially when I’d been ruminating on all the cruel things I’d done to her.

I could enjoy Sakura’s touch without guilt. I’d never hurt her.

Finally, she drew away from me, picked up my glasses and placed them in my hand. Her fingers against my palm made me shiver pleasantly. “Thank you,” I said lowly. “My headache is gone and I feel much better.”

Sakura nodded, a slight smile curling her pretty lips. “I took masseuse classes for a year. But I didn’t attend graduation.”

“Why not?”

“My parents didn’t want me to become one,” she answered, sitting down in the chair on the other side of my desk. “Fortunately, they had no objection to botany.”

Relaxed, easy in body for the first time in a week, I allowed my face to slip. She noticed, of course, and lifted her eyebrows at me. “I understand a lot of children get stifled,” she said. “My parents weren’t unusually cruel, just arrogant and absent.”

“Did you want to be a masseuse, truly?” I asked. I thought it a waste of her mind but a fair application of her body.

“I wouldn’t have minded having the certification even if I chose not to use it,” she answered, ably dodging a direct reply. “But certification or not, the talent still comes in handy.”

“It does,” I agreed.

We were silent a moment. Sakura brought a cigarette case from her coat pocket and placed it on my desk. “Smoke?” she asked.

I took one and lit it, still looking at her. After a brief hesitation, I took a bottle out from my desk drawer. “Drink?” I asked, mimicking her one-word question with a smile.

Sakura smiled back, knowing I slightly teased her. Not waiting for me to hunt up glasses, she grasped the bottle and cracked the seal. “I’d love one, Professor,” she said, using my title, eyes showing enjoyment with herself for continuing to tease. Without any hesitation she put the bottle to her lips.

I watched, mesmerized by her slender throat rippling. She drank the entire neck out of the bottle without pause, then daintily dabbed at her lips with a facial tissue nabbed from my desk. “Wutainian rice wine,” she said. “Very good.”

The alcohol hadn’t done anything to her yet except make her cheeks flush pink. I wondered how long I would have to wait to see any effect. Smiling wider, I took up the bottle and matched her drink. I didn’t have much tolerance to alcohol, so I would make my first good belt of wine my last, probably.

So help me, Shiva, he’s sexy.

I heard her words as clearly as if she’d voiced them aloud. With effort I managed not to show my surprise. Not only was I not telepathic until this moment with anyone but my son, Sakura thought I was… sexy.

A very nice shiver that had no relation to alcohol ran down my spine.

Those black eyes…

I couldn’t help focusing on her the moment I heard that thought. Now, she shivered.

I can’t believe he’s letting me sit in here with him, indulging in all these little vices of humanity. She tapped her cigarette ash into my metal waste bin, her hand shaking a bit. It’s so hard to keep my composure. I’ve waited to be in this position for years. She inhaled again before taking the bottle back. Oh hell, I hope I don’t do something stupid. I couldn’t bear it if he thought I was an idiot.

Again I watched her drink, but my mind whirled. Why could I hear her?

Maybe I’ve done something already. He’s not saying anything. Still, he’s not known for being chatty. Sakura drank and set the bottle back down.

I would alleviate her fears. And, I would lead her to think about more revealing topics.

“You say you bought your position with Adjudicator Laelin just to attend the Shin-Ra/Havars trial?” I asked lightly.

“Yes, I did.”

Oh shit. He wants to know about this.

She crossed her legs and leaned back, the very picture of casual ease while her mind panicked. I admired that greatly. She had a very good game face. Also, her thoughts came as a jumble now. I heard only isolated words amidst a confusing sort of mumble.

…bought…

…had to attend…

…standing by his…

…meeting him…

She apparently had taken that position only to meet me.

I was flattered. This young, on-the-rise scientist apparently thought a great deal of me. I remembered how she’d asked about my early paper to the science board. Still, if her interest was academic, why wasn’t she a biologist instead of a botanist? She couldn’t be my protégé in a separate field to mine.

He’s staring at me again. I must really have offended him with my inadequate answer.

I held the bottle up. “Any more before we venture back out into the lab?” I asked politely.

Oh thank the stars, he’s not mad.

“No, thank you, Hojo,” she said.

Does he mind that I call him by his name? I should be addressing him by his title. It’s alright for him to call me Sakura because he’s my superior and my elder, but when I take the same liberty it might aggravate him.

Her cell phone went off. She frowned, stubbed her cigarette out in my overflowing ashtray and grabbed it. “I’m sorry,” she said, grabbing the device. Fuck, how rude. I forgot to turn the damn thing off again. She flipped the cover open. “Hello.”

Oh shit.

Not now.

“No, I don’t know where he is,” she said calmly. “He came by my apartment a few days ago and completely trashed it. I moved out and I haven’t seen him since.”

It isn’t my place to keep up with your scumbag son. Maybe if you’d spanked him a little more often…

“I’m telling you, I don’t know. He could be anywhere, considering he’s unemployed and aimless.”

Take that, you old bastard.

Oh, don’t you use that tone with me. Your son is the one needing correction. I certainly didn’t get drunk and beat up on him all the time.

“I understand you’re worried, but I really have no idea where he might be. Check with the apartment owner, Helga Kern. He might have mentioned something to her on his way out.”

Oh, you already did, and she reported me leaving with a black haired, black eyed man in a lab coat. Nosy old hag.

“Yes, I left with someone else,” she said simply.

It isn’t anyone’s business who I associate with. Well, thank Ifrit I had a witness to not staying there and to Jonathan arriving before I did.

“I fail to see how that’s your concern, Mr. Andrews,” she said. “If I see Jonathan I’ll tell him to contact you, but I frankly will go out of my way not to see him.” She hung up with a sharp snap and tucked her phone away. “I’m very sorry,” she said to me.

He’s too busy for this sort of drama and I dragged it in here like a fool. Now he’ll believe I’m just a juvenile who can’t keep her love life in order.


“Think nothing of it,” I said, watching her relax slightly. “You have no control over other people.”

Good, he isn’t mad and he doesn’t suppose the worst.

Sakura sighed. “Do you intend to do anything more with Havars today?”

I’d love to watch him all afternoon, but I need some sleep. Those nightmares are getting worse. Maybe I should pick up a bottle of something on the way back to the apartment. If I’m drunk I’ll fall asleep faster and maybe not dream.

“No, my dear,” I said, wondering what sort of dreams could keep such a young woman awake at night. “You look tired. Why don’t you go home and go to bed?”

I love it when he calls me that.

Sakura got to her feet gracefully. “I think I’ll just do that,” she said, smoothing out a wrinkle in her skirt. “Shall I see you tomorrow morning?”

Please say yes. I know you’ll get sick of me soon enough but I want to enjoy every minute you want me around.

“Yes,” I said, watching her eyes light up.

She bade me goodbye. I sat in the stillness of my office, staring at the bottle of rice wine.