Picturesque

AN: So, I did this for the FFVII Kink meme. Someone requested mirrors in general and I need practice on my smut.

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Picturesque

Argent didn’t like her face. She didn’t like much about herself and examining herself before a mirror left little to be desired. Fiddling with her eyepatch, she let her uncovered eye roam her own nude body. As if Weiss was in the room with her, Argent was holding her hands over her nipples but, upon realizing that she was alone, allowed her hands to fall away. Her breasts were still fairly perky, a good sign at thirty-years old. Her nipples were growing hard in the cold. Her flat stomach tapered to well-defined pubic muscles, the indent between that and her hips prominent. A collection of dark curls hid her genitals from view. Shapely legs, though wanting to be shaved, completed her assessment.

No, Argent didn’t like her body very much. Not just because it was an instrument of war. It was the typical concerns that Argent might have been spared from if she was Shelke and lacking anything to be concerned about. Argent wanted to be softer on the edges, rather than straight angles.

Weiss liked her straight angles. He liked the way he could touch the bones of her hips without plunging his hand through something vital. How all of her muscles were able to be examined without her having to tense them up. Weiss liked how strong her arms were, how her hair fell bluntly and clearly across his sheets, how her legs locked around his waist while he was buried to the hilt inside her.

Argent looked at her face in the mirror and realized that her fair skin had taken on a rosy hue while contemplating Weiss. A scenario entered her head: Weiss throwing her down on the bed and fucking the hell out of her. She frowned at herself in disgust. You are a Tsviet, she reminded herself. Not some giggling teenager. Besides, Weiss was busy. They all were.

“Hello.”

Argent tensed up as two arms circled her waist. Had these arms not been familiar to her, she would have put the man through the wall. Thankfully, Argent had come to know Weiss’ embrace from just the feeling. As if he had heard her mind’s request, there he was in her bedroom. He rested his chin on her head as she looked at him embracing her in the mirror. There was a nice image, Weiss grinning and taking in the same body that she had just finished quantifying.

“Is this all for me?”

She recognized that tone. “Don’t be ridiculous. I need to sleep, Weiss.”

“I can help with that.” Weiss’ trigger-sure fingers travelled down her hips. His hands suddenly gripped her hips, yanking her backwards. A very familiar part of Weiss’ anatomy was pressing itself insistently into her lower back. “I know nothing gets you to sleep faster than a fuck, hm?”

A shiver made its way up her spine. Weiss’ sense of romance was easily overlooked by virtue of his knowing how to push every single one of her body’s buttons. Still…

“Don’t be vulgar.”

“You love me when I’m vulgar.” This was true. Weiss laid a kiss to her neck. “You love it when I’m describing everything I do to you.” This was also true. “Now put your hands on the mirror.”

“Weiss?”

“Just do what I say. You’ll enjoy this.”

Argent put her fingertips on the mirror, absently thinking that she would need to clean it later. She looked at Weiss’ devious grin, observing the faint scars that littered Argent’s back.

“Good girl. Now just stay there while I get something.”

“The condoms.”

“Right. Stay.”

Argent kept her eyes on the door in the mirror. Weiss left only to come back a few seconds later with a condom between his second and third finger. “Eyes on you, Argent.” Argent returned her gaze back to the mirror, to herself within the mirror. She heard the vague crackle of foil followed by another silence. Without warning, Weiss’ hand suddenly came down across her ass. Argent called out before whirling around.

“Weiss!”

He wore only the condom and a smile. “Yes?”

“Don’t do tha-”

“Hush.” Weiss took one of her shoulders and spun her back around to the mirror. “Hands on, again.”

It was a sulky Argent that put her hands back on the mirror. Weiss’ grin only stretched wider as he laid his hands over hers. Argent observed his handsome face concentrating as he ascertained where he was putting himself. Argent could feel the head of his length at her entrance. Waiting. Finally, Weiss withdrew his hands from his cock and resumed their comfortable positions on her hips.

Weiss was scarcely a romantic man, but this didn’t stop him from tilting her head up and to one side so that he could kiss her properly. “Tell me you want me.”

“I… I want you.”

“Good.” Another kiss, then, “ Keep your eyes on us while I do this.”

Argent turned back to the mirror, watching her flushed face as Weiss’ sometimes impassive face turned into one of relaxation and pleasure. In one fluid motion, Weiss pushed his erection inside her. There was a feeling of stretching, as Argent hadn’t been with anyone in quite a while. Weiss pushed patiently, withdrawing only the slightest amount. Before long, he was fully inside her. This was a wonderfully familiar sensation: Weiss buried to the hilt within her.

“What were you doing when I came in?”

“Y-You’re asking me that now?”

Weiss gave a shallow thrust and Argent bit back a moan. “Yes, I am. What were you doing?”

“Just checking myself for sc-scarring.”

“Bullshit.” Another shallow thrust forward. Argent understood now why Weiss wanted her hands on the mirror: To brace herself against. “I think you wanted me to come in here and find you naked.”

“I did not.”

“Did so.” Weiss gave another thrust. This one with a bit more force to it. He was building himself up to actually fucking her. His hands looped around her torso, the left coming up to cup her breast, the right drifting downwards towards her womanhood. Another thrust, faster now. “Admit that you wanted me to find you, Argent, and I’ll fuck you so hard all of DeepGround will hear us.”

Shivers of anticipation traveled her body.

“Fine. I-I was hoping you’d come in.”

“Good. Very good.” Weiss tilted her head up to him for another kiss. “Keep your eyes on us. I want you see how you look when you come.”

He began truly fucking her now, his length leaving and entering her quickly as one hand massaged her breast and the other palmed her clit, giving it a rub with each thrust. After having sex with her for years in a similar manner, Argent was scarcely surprised when heat began pooling in her belly, a sign of imminent orgasm. What amazed Argent about this time was how her own body seemed to respond. Perhaps it was just in comparison to Weiss’ chiseled body, but her own sharp angles seemed softer. Argent’s eyes widened as she saw it. Saw what Weiss saw, all in the mirror, as he worked her.

Weiss’ barely audible sounds of exertion were slowly getting more audible as he thrust faster and harder. “Y-Yeah… Nearly th-there…”

Weiss yanked one of Argent’s arms away from the mirror, pulling her body against his, her back against his chest. She rested her head on his kissing him as she shuddered against him. Her hips rolled against his hand as Argent desperately sought the contact of Weiss’ hand on her clit. The contractions of her muscles had brought Weiss over the edge as well, judging by the sudden tightening of his fingers on her breast and hip.

Argent slowly opened her eyes and looked back to the mirror. The result was almost picturesque.