Spirit Lover

Spirit Lover

A/N:No necrophilia here. Just very...supernatural lovin'. Set after Calling/Reminscence, while Cloud's bike is stopped in the flowerfield. Submitted in honor of Aerith's February 7th birthday.

It was a long ride. Why did she have to pick a flowerfield out in the middle of nowhere? Oh, it didn't matter. Because it's out in the middle of nowhere, it seemed most likely that nobody'd ever find them out here.

She'd sensed him coming. Had felt through the planet the sound of tires on road, had felt through his soul his approaching presence. He was coming for her. She was content to wait for him with a smile.

Cloud parked the bike. And got off. A couple of annoying phonecalls later, he was free. He didn't want to talk to Tifa or Barret. Not now. He had something better to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he caught sight of something pink...

Something pink in a field of yellow flowers. He raced off to where he saw it, but found nothing. Feelings of dissapointment were just starting to sneak up on Cloud when a pair of arms grabbed Cloud from behind. One over his right shoulder, the other under his left arm. A chin suddenly rested on his shoulder. Instead of tensing up, however, he felt himself relaxing...his spirit felt...easier. Caught, but he didn't really want to get away.

"You cheat." He only got a giggle by way of reply. His head dropped downward, but as soon as it did, she'd snuck her face under his ear and nibbled on his throat. Somehow, she knew just how and where to do so. He didn't think to question it, either. Well, when she was in that kind of mood, there was nothing to be done about it.

"I'm very proud of you." Cloud heard her voice. Still ethereal. Despite the fact she felt solid enough to him, he could tell this was still her SpiritForm. Sensing the question before it was asked, she added, "You forgave yourself...and you're not running from your friends anymore. And you smiled! I saw that."

"How did you see? You were walking away."

"Cloud, don't ask how anymore. Just...accept."

She let him go...and then walked around till she was in front of him. Leaning over the way she did when she was alive, she looked at him with emerald eyes. "No guilt, now. The guilt you leave in your soul creates a barrier I have trouble getting around. So I couldn't really...be with you till now."

Cloud's eyes got wide at that. He could've been with her months and years ago if only he'd...he catches himself, realising that feeling guilty about feeling guilty would do something bad to her he doesn't want done.

Leaning over a little more, she smiles at him. "Nice save." Another giggle at the perplexed look on the man's face. She realized it wouldn't ever be easy for him to ignore his lingering feelings, but she noticed he made an effort for her once he noticed the problem, and fought it. Fought it for her.

"Cloud...I want to...meet you..." Her eyes were large, and focused wholly on his. For all that she was 'at one' with the Planet, she still felt vulnerable. Vulnerable and alone with a man in a deserted flowerfield. A man who was not, in the general sense of the word, at peace with his emotions or himself.

Cloud nods, but...once again, the question of 'how?' plasters itself all over his face. How? is still there when she wraps her arms around his neck again...trapping him. Chocobo head can't escape her now! And then, believing no more words were necessary, she kissed him. Poor Cloud hadn't been kissed at all before. Let alone kissed in this unnatural way. It was as if the kiss was just some sort of...demonstration for the eye while something far deeper was happening. As if there was a hole in his soul, and it was being filled. Slowly...but it was being filled. He hadn't even realized there was a problem till he felt that presence inside of him. She slipped her tongue in his mouth, which had opened for her without her having to try. That 'hole' inside of himself seemed to be filling more rapidly. He found himself...being filled with her.

And then she stopped that kiss...only to cheerfully inform him, "You're wearing too much stuff!" Amd she started to take it off of him. Cloud, somehow, decided to let her. He realized what she had in mind for him. If this is what an unnatural union felt like, he'd rather not bother with natural unions. What was even better to watch was the way Aerith's clothes would sort of fall off of her like leaves off a tree, then vanish into the flowers despite their red and pink coloring. Without the bows in her hair, it flowed down her back like a chestnut wave. And without the rest of it, Cloud got his first good look at a nude female. Nude was the right word, for even now, even when she clearly had her mind on not so pure activities, she still looked like a painting...like an angel. As if her nudity was...artistic. Not that she felt particularly artistic. What she felt was a need to be joined with her lover. She may have appeared to be a saint, but faced with the sculpted body of Cloud, which she herself had unveiled, what she felt was a need to be joined with him. She was a little surprised at herself...she didn't think she'd have hormones now that she was a spirit, but that was apparently not the case.

It didn't feel like the case, either, when she kissed him. Kissing him naked was very inspiring...especially for him. It wasn't long before she felt something hard poking at her. It drew her lips away from his. And she knew what she was going to do to him before she did it. Especially when she found herself kissing his chest. She could feel the heartbeat he still had beneath his muscles. She somehow knew it'd quicken when she gradually began to sink to her knees in front of him. It took a bit before it dawned on Cloud what she was going to do to him. Which inspired a "Aerith, you don't have to do..."

The rest of his statement was cut off when her warm mouth envolped his member. No, she didn't have to do that, she wanted to do that. It rather shocked him that she wanted to do that, but he wasn't about to complain. Especially when, as she did that, she'd look up at him with her emerald eyes. Cloud was blessed with SOLDIER stamina, but nothing could hold against an assault like that. Not for long. Not when that tongue of hers curled around it, and tickled the sensitive underside of it, and her lips rubbed it as her head bobbed in and out. What was even more odd was that hole in his soul he felt earlier seemed to be becoming filled even more quickly. Trying to make himself pay attention to both sensations at once, he felt himself catch for a moment, then release. He thought she'd pull away, but she did not...swallowing it all down like it was the first thing she'd tasted in years. Because, among other things, it was. But, oh no, she wasn't done with him yet.

"Now...you're going to have pay me back!" She nudged him in the ribs. It took Cloud a moment to figure it out, but it came to him. Speaking of cumming, she would do that too. Oh yes, she'd do a lot of that.

Cloud...wasn't sure what to do with her, but she guided his head down to her bared throat. Guided his lips to where her blood would've run hottest, if she still had blood. He wasn't sure what to do with her, so he tried kissing her. That was well received. Then, some primal instinct suggested nibbling on her throat. That was even better received. For a spirit, she seemed to be enjoying it all as much as any other woman. Which Cloud found inspirational.

Some instinct he didn't know he had told him he might want to kiss down her collarbone, when his somewhat impatient lover ran her hands through his spikey locks and pushed him down a little more. Face to chest with her. Cloud's first look at a pair of naked breasts up close and personal. And certainly the first time he kissed them. Which is what he found himself doing now. With each kiss, it started to occur to him how precious she was, and that she deserved every kiss he can bestow on her and then some. He teased her with his kisses, after it occurred to him that he should kiss every inch of her bosom. Eventually, though, the primal male instinct in him told him he should kiss one now hardened peak atop her breast, and then take it into his mouth.

She moaned with satisfaction, and gasped out, "And if you ever mistake me for your mom again, I'm going to smack you." Suckling on her as he was...he thought there was no fear of that. He swirled his tongue around, stroked her with his lips. Carefully, and then roughly. Before switching sides, and repeating the agonizingly slow...and erotic...process all over again. He had her squirming by this point, and she felt she was more then ready to have him finish her off before finishing the lovemaking process.

Her hand pushed downward at his spikey head. Obligingly, he didn't fight her, and found himself being nudged to kiss a trail downwards, downwards from her breasts, past her bellybutton. His breath cought when he realized what she wanted him to do. The logical opposite of her sucking him off. As if to accentuate that point, she wantonly, and perhaps insistantly spread her legs. Being Cloud, he'd never seen that part of a woman so up close and personal, either. Drawn to it like a moth to a flame, he felt himself moving towards her while she shivered in anticipation.

He kissed her there, and got a moan for his efforts. And she bucked herself in his face, too, prompting him to wrap his arms around her legs to hold her in place. He kissed her there, softly...then again, and harder. His tongue snaked out of his mouth, teasing her outer folds, tasting them. He'd never tasted a woman till now, and the scent was both heady and overwhelming to his senses. His tongue got a little more daring when she started trying to buck him again, and his tongue slid between the outer folds to taste the inner. He ran his tongue along the sensitive pink flesh waiting betwen her folds. His tongue found her entrance, but instead of thrusting it inside, he rimmed it, licking along the outside of her depths without allowing his tongue to slide all the way inside. Another buck convinced him that he should slide it in after all, and so he did, in a slow, corkscrew motion. He thought there'd be a barrier there he couldn't go beyond, but Aerith, though virgin, didn't have such things in her spirit form. It just would've caused unnecessary pain later. With his tongue deep inside of her, he was overwhelmed by the scent and taste of her. He never did realize just what it was he was tasting, either.

The Lifestream is normally composed of the thoughts and consciousness of all who've died. But what he was tasting was something like the Lifestream that contained Aerith alone and nobody else. So...in tasting her, he could feel the love she had for him...love he was sure he didn't deserve until feeling it this way made him feel worthy of it.

Still, his tongue explored her a little more thoroughly when she said, "Higher...mmmm...the top..." When he tried to follow her instructions by licking his tongue up the soft pink flesh to the top of her sex, he was rewarded with the discovery of something small and hard, like a pebble. "CLOUD!" His screamed name on her lips told him he came to the right place. His tongue flicked it...and he found she enjoyed it most when his tongue made quick, fast movements. Her body writhed about under this sweet torture until she shuddered, convulsed, and let him have it. Luckily, perhaps, his mouth was open to catch what she offered, and he found himself swallowing it down before he even knew what he'd done.

And that was a shock on its own. Filled with her memories, the most prominent memory it was filled with was that of her own orgasm, and that's exactly the memory he shared with her then. He...had the privilege of experiencing vicariously just how she felt from what he did to her. He vowed he'd do this to her more often, if it made it feel her that good. But before he had a chance to set back to work on her again, he heard another whispered plea. "Make love to me."

For once, Cloud actually knew what to do. Just as well figuring this part out was buried so deep in the male genetic code that not even all Hojo's experiments could shuck it out of him. The oldest, most timeless dance of all, to no rhythym but that of two beating hearts...or a heart and the lifestream's current, in this case.

He pulled himself up her body till they were face to face. He didn't stop to question how simple it was to slide inside of her. He never noticed that the barrier one might expect in a woman just wasn't there to break. All he noticed that another satisfied moan on her part noted to him that she was enjoying herself and he should proceed. And he did. At first, Aerith's appearance, which always looked so much like it needed protecting, made him go slow, but then she started bucking him again. And then he realized she wasn't so fragile after all. And that's when he started abandoning his self control. It was just as well she was a spirit, because as such, she could handle his full passion with no ill effects. And he didn't have to worry about his SOLDIER strength hurting her on accident. And so he gradually built up to what was fitting for himself...even if it would've been very rough for her. But in her current state, she could feed on his passion, take it, make it part of herself, and realize he at long last wasn't holding himself back with her. Every thrust made her squeal, made him grunt. She bucked back at him too, because she wanted him to know that she was moving with him, that she wanted all her could give her. And then they came, the chosen moment at which his body collapsed into release, and her spirit coated him with more of the lifestream varient that made up her orgasms now. She was only sorry she couldn't bear him children as a spirit, or she'd have been hoping for one.

He felt like he'd been a little drained...as if he'd given something away. And that's...when it occurred to him he did. He gave himself to her completely. And was that not the stark truth of it. Because she was in spirit form...he wondered...if his spirit was now in her just likes hers was in him. It was more difficult for him to give himself away. It made him vulnerable, even weak. But even vulnerability and weakness could make one strong in the right ways. And...sharing himself...was making him stronger.

"I love you." At first he thought she said that, but then he realized he did. He didn't think he'd ever be able to get the words out, even after making love to her. But they just sort of popped out of his mouth without even having to try to make them do so. And he saw her smile at him. Brightly. He felt her arms wrap around him again. Her eyes sparkled as if she wanted to laugh, cry, or all of the above. "I love you too."

He felt his eyes start to close. He didn't want them too, though, so he fought it with his will. Tried to stay awake...to kiss her, to show his affection. She noticed the effort he was making. Noticed he went out of his way to see to her comfort despite the fact he was tired. She let him...let him see to her comfort, even as she lay nude in the flowers. She felt the feeling behind it and wouldn't stop him. She closed her own eyes then, even though as a spirit, sleep wasn't something she needed anymore. She more did it to let him know it was okay for him to rest. And before 5 minutes more had passed, she noticed his breathing had slowed...and he was entering dreamland. A happy dreamland...because she was there, and his life would be complete that way.