A/N: I am aware that a pair like Angeal/Zack is fairly unconventional in the FF7 fanfic world, but... Sue me? Heh, seriously though - I know it's not for everyone, so if you really can't bear the thought of it, please don't bother reading. I didn't post this to get reviews about how much someone dislikes the pairing I've chosen to depict.
That aside, this really isn't that explicit and is more metaphorical than anything else. There aren't even any names mentioned, but I've done that for a reason - most of this is left to the reader's imagination. It can be anything you like - anyONE you like - but I had Angeal and Zack in mind when I wrote this, so it's ultimately about them. But you can do as you wish.
It was beneath a dark expanse adorned with too many stars to count; a low breeze and mild air, and the shelter of thin trees that two souls lay intertwined – both without a care; without fear and yet terrified at the same time.
Within that, however, was the allure.
Though barely any person came to this place beyond the first signs of night, someone else's eyes could, at any time, have strayed to their display of fondness. It was the dread of being found that made their pulses race – but the exhilaration of the blissful moment itself that counteracted it. There was, therefore, only harmony.
Two of strength and courage; pride and skill – two whom had either overcome or simply chosen to ignore any opposition, had seized the moment and embraced it along with each other. They were immersed; united, brave.
There was trust and sincerity in it all, in their close embrace, their kiss, their hearts. Beneath the eyes of many others it would have been scorned. But beneath the stars, every soft breath and gentle caress was revered.
They were thankful for the watch of the stars.
Time seemed to have stopped for the two as they held each other close, limbs entangled – they were bold and yet tender in their movements. Profound cerulean eyes closed, lips met in unison; hands swept through each others' raven hair and there was suddenly no need to worry about the possibility of prying eyes. For now, it was only them and no-one else.
And still the sacred place remained quiet when charm turned to fervour; as fingers slipped between fabric and flesh, as transient breezes cooled the sweat upon heated skin. Hearts pounded again, unified.
There were whispers of love and affection that only the trees could hear. They knew they were alone now when they could hear nothing, save their own slow, deep breaths. It was idyllic, if only for this moment – and their eyes met, their gazes speaking words that not even the trees could listen to this time.
The Youth felt freedom. The Mentor felt tranquillity.
Both felt alive.