001
Motion:
Up and back, hitch and lift,
the subtle sway of hip and curve giving way to sharper thrusts and
Zack slammed his shin into a barstool, vowing never to watch Tifa
while she swept again.
002
Cool:
His swagger was cocky, his
stance arrogant, and to the cadets beneath him, he was the epitome of
cool.
003
Young:
"Fifteen," she informed
him, her manner proclaiming a worldly maturity only found in ones so
young.
004
Last:
She was the last Lockhart, the
sole remaining survivor of tragedy; he was the last SOLDIER, the sole
remaining reminder of her pain.
005
Wrong:
She was wrong, he thought,
watching her turn and walk away from him; and he intended to prove
it.
006
Gentle:
Her fingers stroked deep
grooves in the thick of his hair, firm enough to stir, gentle enough
to soothe.
007
One:
He would be the best, and be
great, and be the one that saved them all...he hoped.
008
Thousand:
There was a thousand reasons it
wouldn't work between them, but as his hands cupped her and his body
pressed, she couldn't think of one.
009
King:
If
Sephiroth was King of the SOLDIERs, then the man beside him was the
jester.
010
Learn:
His face burned and his lip
swelled and her sharp voice told him she hoped he learned his lesson,
but the curve of his lip and the twinkle in his eye said he was far
from schooled.
011
Blur:
It happened so fast she
couldn't say how it happened at all; one minute she's sweeping the
floor, and the next she's pressed to the wall with Zack hot and hard
between her thighs.
012
Wait:
He bit his lip, slowed his hips
and waited for the fracture to break and his name to fill the void in
the night.
013
Change:
Gone
were lanky limbs on a budding form, and in their place muscle and
curve made his mouth go suddenly dry.
014
Command:
"Off," she hissed, fingers
scrambling along cotton and cloth.
015
Hold:
Hesitance burned, scorched his
lungs and made vision blur, but when she didn't slap him, he could
breathe again.
016
Need:
It was easy to want, and he did
so naturally, but it was hard for him to admit he needed anything,
but he needed her like the air he breathed.
017
Vision:
White lace and delicate bows,
soft petals and a gentle smile, and his eyes misted at the vision she
made walking towards him.
018
Attention:
Zack
shifted in his chair, adjusted his pants subtly and thought what a
good idea it was to place the cactuar juice on the top shelf.
019
Soul:
It didn't leave with you when
you died, he mused, hand smoothing swollen skin and rounded bump; you
passed it on.
020
Picture:
Sealed
in an album, in a Turk office at Shin-Ra headquarters, a Monster
posed, and a SOLDIER smiled at a cowgirl.
021
Fool:
He watched the absolute
rigidity of her spine as she walked away and listened with half open
ears as Barret called him out as a fool.
022
Mad:
A quick sidestep had the teacup sailing harmlessly past to shatter on
the wall behind him, and his amused, "upset?" earned him another
barrage of ceramic arsenal lobbed at his head.
023
Child:
The
wind caught the short skirt she was wearing and Zack was forced to
remind himself, for the hundredth time, that she was just a child and
to keep his mind on rocky terrain and not smooth skin.
024
Now:
The past was a ghost in his
ear, but right now, his future was warm and pliant in his arms.
025
Shadow:
Silver hair and glowing eyes
lingered in the shadows and behind closed eyes, tainting even the
good dreams with dark tendrils of what was and what could still be.
026
Goodbye:
Her mouth opened in startled
surprise when he hauled her against his chest, bending her back over
his arm in a dramatic sweep before laying claim with a scorching
kiss.
027
Hide:
He pulled his shirt on quickly
when she stepped into the room and her eyes flickered with silent
understanding.
028
Fortune:
Cait shook his head quickly
when Zack asked for his fortune and when pressed, the small stuffed
cat simply said, "Your is in her hands."
029
Safe:
Nightmares and screams and
flames from the past couldn't touch them here, in each other's arms.
030
Ghost:
He was supposed to be dead, she
thought fleetingly, but the hot press of his body against hers
proclaimed him very much alive.
031
Book:
He'd had one of those little black books with numbers and names—all
the SOLDIERS did— but he'd gotten rid of it in favor of pastel pink
and a sweet smile, and never regretted it.
032
Eye:
Their faces were close, so
close that the rich, turbulent blue of his irises mesmerized her.
033
Never:
"Don't let go," she
whispered into his neck, and he silently vowed: never.
034
Sing:
The sound was grating and Tifa
had to muffle her laughter in the pillow when she realized that Zack
Fair sang in the shower.
035
Sudden:
The abrupt bang on the door followed by the sudden fit of giggles had
Barret rolling his eyes and making mental note to stay in the other
guest room next visit.
036
Stop:
She paused her tongue against
base and pulse and Zack groaned out, "please, don't stop."
037
Time:
She took her time, savoring
each groan and spasm of muscle and when he begged her not to stop she
smiled and took him deeper.
038
Wash:
Look away, look away, look
away, he chanted
internally, but as the suds trailed along her athletic back all he
could do was swallow and watch.
039
Torn:
He had promised to come back to
chestnut hair and moss green eyes, but staring down into cinnamon
browns veiled by deep midnight Zack questioned where his heart really
belonged.
040
History:
History wouldn't remember him
as anything more than a statistic, but she would remember him as a
hero.
041
Power:
Sephiroth went crazy with it,
Shinra was obsessed with it, and the world listened to who held the
most of it, but none of them understood that the real power came from
the heart.
042
Bother:
She swatted his hand away for
the umpteenth time, and Zack pressed his lips together to stifle his
chuckle and stroked against her backside again.
043
God:
Zack couldn't remember a time
that he'd ever asked for the intervention of a higher power, but with
pale skin gone cold against crimson stains, he found himself praying.
044
Wall:
The cool press of wall at her
back was only made sharper by the heat that he stirred at her front.
045
Naked:
She was a sculptor's dream with
lean muscle and soft curves; a dichotomy of warrior and goddess, and
Zack wished he had more to offer her than his naked admiration.
046
Drive:
The wheel spun smoothly against
leather gloves and Zack had to close his mouth as Tifa swung the car
around and popped open the passenger door with a casual, "I'll
drive."
047
Harm:
It was one kiss, stolen in the
shadows of a barn, and even though she was far too young, Zack
couldn't see the harm.
048
Precious:
He hated the word, spoken by
Hojo in sickly sweet tones as his scalpel split skin and he screamed
while the doctor crooned and crooned...
049
Hunger:
It gnawed and chaffed and
howled in his blood until he thought if he didn't have her he would
go insane with it.
050
Believe:
They would succeed; of this
Zack was certain, because with Tifa at his side, he couldn't fail.