NOTE: Cleris fans, enter with caution—this is going to be a three-part short story consisting of love scenes between Cloud and Aeris. Key words being 'love scenes' here with one scene per part/chapter. It will be completely focused on and centered around the lovemaking and it will get pretty detailed. If the subject matter is not to your liking, now is the time to turn back around. You've been warned. For the rest of you who like this stuff as much as I do, well, enjoy. (Update: IMHO sometimes going straight from one love scene to another can get to be a bit much or just gets tiresome really fast. If possible, I recommend you spread the chapters out over the course of a few days rather than reading them back to back. But of course, it's up to you! =) )
Winds of Change
Part 1: Traverse Town (The Beginning)
The day has come.
They've anticipated this moment their entire lives but the time finally feels right. In their late teens, they are both still young although it seems like they've been waiting for this day, and for each other, since long before either of them had ever existed.
On the far side of the house, the streets are bustling with refugees who have come from all over the galaxy in a last desperate attempt to escape the ongoing wars raging on so many worlds. For many of these folk who have lost everything, this strange town will become much more than the temporary haven they'd initially sought when they'd first arrived upon this world.
But inside the privacy and quiet of her room, they are no longer aware of anything else but what is happening between them. The outside world with its never-ending troubles have receded into the background until it no longer even registers on their minds at the conscious level as they focus their full attention solely on one another. Just for this one brief moment in time, they are able to step back and forget about all the grief and terror that is a constant companion, and awaiting them just beyond the four walls of her bedroom.
Life goes on and they are anxious to live it.
Young, innocent, awkward, this is the first time they are really able to feel and explore one another's bodies freely. Eyes roving, hands wandering, lips traveling, they learn each other's bodies with awe and wonder, excitement, and a bit of embarrassment and trepidation as well. There is a small amount of clumsy fumbling as they shed their clothes, some nervous giggling as they try to shush each other, and a whole lot of kissing and touching.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world when he settles himself between her legs on the bed and comes down over her. She receives him gladly, relishing the feel of warm male skin sliding, brushing against hers, the weight of his body covering her own. His gold-blond spikes glint in the light of the late afternoon sun coming through the window, and she stares into his cobalt blues with all the love in her heart. She gasps at the first feel of him, hot and hard, prodding at her, parting her damp folds, and she tenses slightly, bites her lip, trying to relax as he arches his lower body in.
There is pain as he slowly enters and pushes inside her, and a small sound escapes her throat anyway. Bare knuckles graze her cheek and she melts into his touch with a soft sigh. Drawing back a short distance, he thrusts forward harder. Her hips jerk as something tears but he soothes her with soft murmurs in her ear, his lips brushing gently, sweetly over hers. His body is coiled tight but he lies motionless above her, and the moment is so beautiful, so perfect, hot tears burn at the back of her eyelids, and she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down so that they are flushed against one another.
"Aeris," he breathes, and the pain dulls and subsides with the sound of her name against her lips.
She whispers his name in reply as she feels him deep inside her, filling her full, throbbing against the tight confines of her body. Her hips suddenly squirm underneath him of their own accord. He gasps, presses his groin into the cradle of her hips, and she lets out a sob of pleasure as she takes him even deeper. Kneeling up, he grabs her hips and pulls her forward; her heated cry echoes in the silence that follows as they stare tautly at each other for long minutes. Perspiration dots her forehead as he holds himself hard against her, both of them trembling, not daring to breathe, to move, as they wait for her fluttering tissues to adjust to his thick presence, the feel of his naked flesh inside hers almost enough to set them both off.
"Cloud," she whimpers, sensation rippling all along where he is buried inside her.
He gives an answering groan and bends down to rest his forehead against hers. "Are you all right?"
Slowly, tentatively, she draws in a deep, shuddering breath. Expels it even more slowly. She nods her head and kisses him reassuringly as she lets her palms roam across the hard muscles of his back. Lifting back up, he slides his hands to her waist, over her midriff, then up to her breasts. He touches them reverently, squeezing the soft swells that are heavy with need, rolling the hard nipples between his fingers, and she gasps, arches her back.
His mouth closes over a straining pink bud, and lightning streaks across her body and fire lashes everywhere as he works at it with his teeth and tongue while his hips swivel slowly against her, moving himself inside her in deep-seated nudges. She pants, digs her nails into his shoulders, and feels him suckle her harder. Her inner muscles contract around him, and she whimpers, calls out for him; he bites down on her, causing her body to nearly jackknife off the bed. A thumb rubs gently over the underside of one breast as she thrashes under him, fighting, gasping for breath. He releases her nipple and comes back over her to rest his full weight upon her so he can take her mouth instead, claiming it just as he's claimed her body. She moans at the sweet and hot taste of him as he begins pumping in and out of her, as careful and gentle as a boy can be during his first time with a girl, and she gasps and clutches him to her at the wonderfully amazing sensations she is feeling down there and all over.
He's a little too rough, too eager, with the inexperience of youth, grasping her shoulders, her hips, her hair to grip them painfully tight but she barely notices it when her body is burning white-hot. His strokes at first are uneven and heavy, but he quickly learns and settles into a rhythm of entering and retreating with such fluidity and so smooth, she moans at the intensity of it.
She holds him even closer and what little pain there is left is soon gone. It feels good. He feels good.
Slender legs wind themselves about his waist to lock behind the small of his back as with a sigh into his mouth, she abandons herself to the wild beauty of their passionate coupling, fully entrusting her body to his care. They both let go and allow their bodies to do what they need to do; her hips are lifting up on their own, instinctively matching his movements, and he starts circling his hips hard against her on each downward stroke, and she cries out, tightens all about him.
He begins moving faster, stoking the fire inside her, as their bodies bump and collide with an audible thud each time they meet. Every forceful stroke is sending him deep into her heat, each repetitive glide back into her receptive body slick, erotic, rubbing fiercely against her insides, that combined with the emotions running through them, make her feel like she'll explode. She wants, needs, to explode.
Her whimpers and his grunts are muffled by each other's mouths, and the room is thick with the musk coming from their sweat-drenched bodies as he continues to drive into her wet warmth. The pleasure builds and builds to the point where it becomes painful again, and every overly sensitized nerve in her body is electrified and becomes more sensitive still, and she keens as they cling to each other, and their pelvises crash harder and harder.
He is killing her with such exquisite torture. Lungs working overtime, she tries desperately to find air as her body meets his mindlessly, frantically, reaching for—
"Oh gods! Cloud!"
"Come with me—!"
Her body seizes as it suddenly hits her and she does explode. Everything explodes. She is crying out his name as he sends her flying, tumbling, catapulting headfirst over the cliff. Her inner muscles spasm all around him, and as her body writhes violently under his, he lunges forward, and she peaks again. As if from far away, she hears his hoarse shout as he buries himself deep inside her one last time, feels it reverberate throughout her. His warmth fills her as he groans and convulses against her, then gasping, shuddering, his body seems to give out, and he collapses on top of her, his lips gentling over hers.
Panting, her body tingling, her muscles continuing to clench and unclench all around him, she clutches him tightly, and her hands tremble as she runs her fingers through his sweaty hair.
He finally breaks their kiss and she turns her face into his neck and hugs him fiercely to her, this boy with the serious blue eyes and quiet nature who has won her heart so completely. Who, despite the cool façade he presents to the rest of the world, wants to be accepted and needed more than most, and has opened up to her and her alone under the gentle, and persistent, love and attention she showers upon him.
"Wow."
"Wow," she echoes the sentiment, and they giggle breathlessly like the teenagers they are.
"How can anything feel that good?"
"Because we belong."
Pushing the rumpled sheets off the bed, he rolls them over so that she is on top and they lapse into a contented silence. Time seems to stand still as they rest together, their hands drifting languidly over each other's bodies. He is still inside her, and she wriggles around a bit, and settles herself more comfortably atop him. Sighing happily, she flattens his hair, combs it back up with her fingers, and flattens it again.
She is surprised when she feels a sudden pull at her scalp and turns her head to see that he is also playing idly with her hair. He has it spread out across her back, and is twirling a lock of long brown hair around his finger, and tugging at it hard enough to make her wince.
"Cloud," she admonishes him gently. He chuckles, lifts his fingers to brush her bangs out of her face, and leans forward to rub his nose against hers. She giggles as she catches his hand with her own and her laughter abruptly fades. Bringing his hand around, she frowns at the fresh marks she hadn't noticed earlier that mar his skin. "You're still not wearing gloves."
He shrugs. "They're nothing."
"They're bleeding."
He tries to pull his hand back but she grips it tight as she seals the cuts from his sparring sessions with the others that their physical exertions have opened up before moving onto his other hand.
"See? I don't need gloves."
She shakes her head ruefully as she pushes herself up slightly to look down at him and finds him giving her a smile few people ever see. She smiles back into his beautiful eyes and her breath catches in her throat—she has never seen them such a startling, vibrant shade of blue before. They are practically glowing, brighter and clearer than the sky on a warm summer's morning. She stares at them, knowing that the way they look right at this moment has just become an indelible part of her memory. Just as everything else about him already is.
Dropping down onto him again, she embraces him more tightly, and works her legs around his so that she is holding him in every way possible.
She presses her lips to his damp hair, his ear, his cheek, his jaw, taking all of him in, and he nuzzles her throat familiarly and in a manner she recognizes as uniquely his own, and tears of wonder fill her eyes.
He is utterly perfect.
For one heart-stopping second, she almost wishes she really could freeze time so she can just stay here in this moment with him for always. But there is also such a keen sense of joy in knowing that this pleasure, this experience, this merging of their bodies and souls, is just the first of many for them. There is so much more to come. They will always be together like this. Nothing and no one can ever tear them apart.
In a time when there is so much terror and darkness spreading across the worlds, she knows they are beyond lucky to even be alive. To be able to have a moment like this so that all the horrors of the wars happening between the stars can't even touch them is unimaginable.
Here, in their new home, they've managed to find each other again and make a new start.
But it is just the beginning.
"Forever, Cloud."