I do not own Final Fantasy VII. I wrote this thing in 7 hours. XD Anyway, I hope you enjoy this weird little number.

SHIVER

Part I

An icy chill swept through the air as Tifa watched Cloud speed away. She felt a nagging in her gut as his tail light disappeared. There was something not right in the air and she'd begged him to stay home that day and begin his trip later. But Cloud had insisted that the sooner he left, the sooner he would return and that the items he was due to deliver couldn't wait anyway. She gulped down the hard lump in her throat, sweeping away the goosebumps prickling her skin.

The bar was closed that day and the children were staying with friends for the weekend. Tifa would spend the day alone in an empty building…alone with that wrong feeling swirling in her stomach. So she decided that going grocery shopping was better than moping around, at least being around other people would lessen the anxiety she was feeling.

Sadly, she was wrong. As she meandered through the people walking up and down the streets, Tifa felt eyes on her. She glanced around looking for who might be spying, but as she scanned over the passersby, she found everyone was seemingly minding their own business. But as the day wore on and she went from shop to shop, she realized the feeling was growing. It was impossible to shake off, the feeling of being watched…of being hunted.

She very nearly ran home, bursting in the door and dropping her bags on the floor as she slammed it shut and hurriedly locked it. Looking around, she found nothing out of the ordinary, but the uneasiness never faltered.

Even as she put away her groceries, Tifa couldn't help looking over her shoulder. She was alone, she knew she was alone, but yet she could something. It was an aura she was familiar with and she wasn't sure if she was relieved that she recognized it or not. But it couldn't be, there was no way that was true. And if it was, would she able to face him alone?

"No…it can't be. I'm probably just tired." She assured herself, opting to turn in early that evening.

As she began undressing she still felt eyes on her. The goosebumps returned and her heart pounded as she jumped in bed, drawing the sheets up over her head. After tossing and turning for almost an hour, she eventually fell asleep.

He had been watching her all day, even before she woke that morning. He'd had ample opportunity to strike, but held himself back, enjoying the anticipation. He entered the window, stepping into her bedroom soundlessly.

Sword drawn, Sephiroth approached Tifa's bedside. This would be the perfect way for Cloud to find her. In bed, where one should feel most safe…and dead. The flower girl was only the first; this woman would be the second.

Sephiroth truly cherished the thought of slowly stripping away everything Cloud loved. He would take one, let Cloud's heart heal, and when he truly smiled again, Sephiroth would strike once more. It would be so much more fun and brutal than taking them all at once.

Sephiroth gently rolled Tifa onto her back, slowly easing the covers down and off of her. She didn't move, her breath didn't even catch. Tifa continued to sleep, completely unaware that her life was mere seconds from ending.

Raising his sword, Sephiroth's blood began to rush throughout his body. The feeling he got when he was about to kill was a high he would ride for days; the only thing that would make this better is if she would look him in the eye when he did it. One thing that truly got him off was watching the light fade from his victim's eyes. He didn't get that chance with Aerith, so perhaps he could have it with Tifa.

Lowering his blade, he contemplated how to wake her; she would surely fight him if he did. Looking up and down her body, he considered for the first time in years that he'd been celibate for far too long. Killing was enough, the feeling was almost better than sex, but still there was something to be said about the taste, smell, and feel of a woman.

A twisted grin took his lips. What harm would there be in a little fun? She'll be dead soon anyhow. It had been years since he'd known a woman, but what did it matter? He wasn't out to please her, only himself. He licked his lips as he watched her steady breathing. Did she always sleep naked or was he just lucky? The truth was that Tifa was so unnerved she didn't even take the time to put on her nightclothes.

Sephiroth placed his sword on the floor, and slowly removed his armor with ghostly silence. Once he was naked, he went around to the opposite side of the bed and climbed in with her. She still didn't wake. Gently wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against his chest, feeling her softness and her warmth. Dipping his head down into her neck, he breathed in the smell of her, gingerly letting his tongue slide from his mouth and stroke up her throat. She tasted as good as she smelled and it sent a spark racing under his skin.

Deciding he wanted this to last, he slowly began to place small kisses on her neck and chest, softly trailing his hand across her body. He stroked her soft, shaven mound, tracing his finger up her slit. Slowly, purposefully, he slid two of his fingers into her. As he caressed her, he claimed her mouth in a harsh, possessive kiss.

Tifa's eyes flashed open. At first she couldn't react, but as she realized what was happening she began to struggle. His grip on her tightened as she fought against him, screaming into his mouth as he forced himself on top of her. Breaking the kiss, Sephiroth suffered her screaming for only a moment before he covered her mouth with his hand.

"Stop your crying," He whispered, looking to her frightened eyes, "I will have you whether you fight me or not. And yes, when I am done you will die…So don't think that giving in will give you a chance at survival. But you have two options: you can fight and make this harder for the both of us, and die a painful death...Or you can let me take my pleasure from you, and be given a merciful death."

So the choice is death or death…If I fight, I would go down with my conscience intact, but if I give in I might not suffer for too long. Oh Cloud, you big idiot! Why'd you have to go off and leave me when I begged you to stay!

Tifa closed her eyes; she couldn't stomach his face anymore. He was the very essence of her nightmares, and his very touch sent her nerves into panic.

"Let me have this…" He all but begged as he slid between her legs, entering her with a heavy thrust.

Her body arched, and her legs wrapped around his hips on reflex. She moaned into his hand, though she wasn't sure if she enjoyed what she felt or not. As Sephiroth began to pump her, she couldn't deny how good his body felt.

Just like him, she'd been long without it. Despite what anyone might have thought, Tifa and Cloud were not lovers…even if she wished they were. There was one drunken night when they did in fact climb in bed together, but as luck would have it, they fell asleep before anything could happen. The next morning they apologized to each other and swept it under the rug.

So this feeling…the feeling of having a man inside of her…was more than welcome. He wasn't the man she wanted, but in one hazy moment, he might have been the man she needed. He cared nothing for her and was about to murder her when he was done, but as he rocked his hips against her anxious body, he awakened that long buried lust from within her.

Tifa's mind and body were at war. Her rational thought screamed at her to fight and hope for a chance at survival, but her body reacted to his so naturally, melding against him as if he was made for her. She met his careful, patient cadence and found the nerve to open her eyes once more.

As she searched for any true emotion in his stone face, she began to consider a third option. She would to let him enjoy himself – and then survive this encounter.

He will kill me when he's done. But what if he's too tired to do it right away?

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed against his hand as she pulled his head down for another kiss. Cautiously, Sephiroth removed his hand from her mouth, waiting for her to start screaming or issuing empty threats. But neither happened.

"I'll let you enjoy me if I can enjoy you…" She whispered against his lips.

His green eyes lit up and he froze. So there was some emotion in him…perhaps she could appeal to it.

"I want this." She said honestly, keeping her breathing steady. "Give me everything you've got. Anything you want, any position…oral, anal, I'll do it all."

Sephiroth kept calm and attempt not to behave too shocked. He had braced himself for a fight, but now she may as well have sucker punched him.

"You're brave, Tifa." He said, maintaining his composure. "I admire that. But no matter how you accommodate me, you'll still die when this is over."

"I'm not bartering for my life, Sephiroth." She raked her nailed down his rock hard chest, "I just want my last moments on earth to be my best moments."

For the first time, Sephiroth was speechless.

His heart suddenly began pounding in his chest and his stomach tightened into knots. What was this feeling? His hands trembled as he stroked back her hair from her face. He honestly didn't know what to think. This was an eccentric but fascinating woman he held in his arms. And to think, he very nearly killed her without having seen it. What strange luck.

The amazing squeeze of her body brought his thoughts back to the moment. He let out a breathy gasp as she continued to tighten around him, coaxing him to continue where he left off. As she submitted to him, he felt the change in not only her body, but her demeanor as well.

As he thrust into her, a shiver ran down his spine and he arched his body as a delicate moan escaped his lips. Tifa ran her nails down his chest and back, leaving white trails in their wake. Each time she did, he closed his eyes and arched into her.

She leaned up and met him for another kiss, loving the taste and feel of his lips. Her body quivered as she began to mount to orgasm. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, she rode the intense feeling until she could no longer keep quiet and broke away from him to scream out her release. The powerful fluttering of her tiny body sent him toward his own climax. He dug his nails into her hips and slammed her into him as he buried his face in her hair, roaring out his pleasure.

Collapsing against her, he remained still, enjoying the feel of her heavily beating heart. Too bad it will stop soon. Raising up again, he looked at her face. She was beautiful, in an ordinary sort of way. There were a million girls just like her, she wasn't exactly special. But there was something striking about the way she looked at him, in the way she regarded him.

This isn't over. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his thigh. She rubbed herself against his smooth leg, taking his lifeless cock in her hand, she stroked him in time with her movements. Sephiroth's mouth curled up in a soft smile, and he sighed contentedly as she brought him back to attention.

He expected her to mount and ride him, but what she did was so much better. Leaving his leg, Tifa crawled up to his head and sat on his face. She waited until she felt his tongue begin to work on her before she leaned down to service his perfect cock. Dragging her tongue up his shaft, sticky with her own juices, she was delighted to feel him buck his hips and suck for eagerly upon her aching clit.

I've got to tire him out. She took him completely into her mouth, sucking him harder and harder until she felt him getting close. She stopped, sitting up and getting off of him.

"What is it?" Sephiroth asked. Tifa noted the disappointment in his voice and the mild concern in his eyes.

"Let's try something else." She offered a playful smile, jumping off the bed. "Come get me!" She ran out the door. Sephiroth was after her in seconds, chasing her down to the bar with his sword in hand. If she was about to try something, he would be ready.

Once he'd made it into the dim, quiet bar, he was surprised to find Tifa pouring a couple of drinks.

"What are you doing?" He asked, raising his sword to her throat.

She remained perfectly calm as the cold steel kissed her skin. Controlling her breathing, she carefully continued to prepare the drinks as he slid the point of his sword from her collarbone down to the soft spot between her breasts. It left a crimson trail in its wake, but despite the sting, Tifa refused to let him know that she was even the slightest bit afraid of him.

Narrowing his eyes at his unforeseeably strong prey, Sephiroth used the blunt edge of his sword to turn her face toward him. She looked up at him from under her thick eyelashes and she smiled as she offered him a glass.

"Have a drink," She said too casually.

"I don't drink."

"Well, maybe you should start." She sat up on the bar and spread her legs apart, placing his glass between them right against her hot pussy. She grinned again and sipped from her own glass before switching them out and sipping from his to prove that she hadn't poisoned them. "You know you want it."

Sephiroth laid his sword down on a nearby table, taking the glass from between her lovely thighs. He smelled the mix before sipping, it was heavy with alcohol, and the glass now smelled of her scent.

"Who are you, Tifa?" He asked as he placed the empty glass aside, moving between her legs once again.

"I'm nobody." She said, "Except a lonely woman about to die."

"Lonely?" He watched the trail of blood run town toward her navel. Bending down, he licked her skin clean. "Does Cloud not give you attention?"

"What do you care?" She hung her arms over his shoulders.

"I'm curious. Does he not love you?" He gently took her hips in his hands.

"No. We live together, that's all."

He listened to her voice, noting the inflection and the solemn tone. She was telling the truth.

"Do you want him to love you?"

"I did, but it doesn't matter now does it? You're gonna kill me soon, so wishing for something to happen isn't doing much for my last moments alive."

"You…" He was at a loss again. No one has ever behaved like this before. No one has ever met their fate so easily, with such sincerity and resolve. "…You're…"

You're an amazing woman.

Sephiroth's heart sprang back to life and his stomach knotted once more. He leaned in and caught her lips again. This kiss was different from before, it was softer, kinder, like he was taking pity on her. It was the kind of kiss she'd always hoped Cloud would give her. His lips pecked slowly and gently at hers, and his hands followed in kind, slowly trailing up her sides and across her back to her front and back down again.

Tifa heart raced and she was left breathless as he pulled away from her. When their eyes met again, Sephiroth's brow was knitted and he seemed to be struggling with something to say or do.

"Do you want another drink?" She offered. Please say yes, I need you drunk…

"No."

Her heart sank. Taking his sword from the table, Tifa fought to keep composed as he faced her again. But as he approached her, he instead lowered the blade away from her and lifted her into his arms. Unsure of what to think or do, Tifa let him carry her back to her bedroom.

Once they'd returned to her room, Sephiroth dropped the sword again as he placed her upon her bed. He pushed her down until she lie flat and looked all across her body. Again he considered her face and her figure, looking for something to set her apart from any other woman. She looked so ordinary, so why when he looked at her did she seem so extraordinary?

He found himself with no answer, except with the feeling that he wanted her more than he'd ever wanted a woman in his life.

Mounting her again, he wrapped his arms around her in an almost protective embrace, bringing her in close as he kissed her once more. He couldn't get enough of those lips, of that strange connection he felt when he touched her.

As she closed her eyes and relaxed into his arms, she felt a peculiar softness spread across her skin. Snapping her eyes open, Tifa gasped at his wing as it wrapped around her, creating a barrier between them and the world. She gazed questioningly into his eyes and he only nuzzled her cheek before burying his face in her hair.

"Oh yes…" She sighed as he slid himself back into the soft silky folds of her body.

He moved carefully and purposefully slow, being sure to feel every part of her softness as he could. He wanted to commit the very experience of her to memory. This would be the first and the last time he would ever touch her, and he wanted to carry this moment with him for the rest of time.

But why? What have you done to me? He'd never felt this way about anyone before.

"Tifa…" Her name felt so right as it slipped so fluidly from his tongue. And when she responded with his own name, her voice was the only voice he ever wanted to hear say it.

"Tifa," He felt himself rising toward his climax, the anticipation of filling her again satisfying him to end, "I want you to come with me."

"Oh yeah…I'm gonna come…" She moaned, her body arching into his.

"No…that's…not what I meant…" He lost hold on himself, and the greatest eruption of pleasure spread throughout his body. His muscles tightened and his body became rigid as he shot his load into her again and again.

He pinned her tightly to his chest, his face hidden in her neck as he continued to shiver. His muscles were so tense she wondered if he was going to ever move again. That was good though; this meant that he was probably going to be left completely drained.

As his last jet of semen expelled from his body, he released her, letting her fall back on the bed in a satisfied heap. He continued to stare at her, his chest heaving with each labored breath. The longer he stared, the harder his heart pounded. He was becoming less and less in control of himself and all this woman had to do was look into his eyes to make him lose it.

"It's time." He whispered, slowly rising from her. On trembling legs, he retrieved his clothes from the pile on the floor.

Tifa sat up on the edge of the bed. Her heart was in her throat. It didn't work out the way she wanted it to. She wanted him tired, she wanted him drunk, and she wanted him unable to think. It was the only way she would survive the night. But he was none of those things, not even close. He was awake, sober, and clear. And a sword was in his hand.

Releasing a sorrowful sigh from deep in her chest, she accepted that she was powerless against him. Her gloves were on the dresser across the room and if she tried to reach them, Sephiroth would just cut her down as she tried.

But if she tried to fight, he promised she would die painfully. But since she'd acquiesced to his demand, she'd already won a merciful death.

"Can I make a request?" She counted the remaining beats of her heart.

"And that is?"

"Can I be your last victim?"

"What?"

"I want to die knowing my death ensured the lives of the people I love."

"So you're asking that I spare the lives of your friends and family."

"Yes, please." She shut her eyes as tears welled within them. "They've suffered enough."

"I won't make that promise." He said simply, holding his sword at the ready.

Tifa's tears streamed down her face, "At least spare my children. They've done you no wrong."

She's a mother? Sephiroth faltered, but Tifa did not see him hesitate. Instead she felt to her knees, lowering her head as she thought about the people she loved.

Sephiroth continued to watch her, the heaviness in his heart and in his stomach tearing at him. At length he lifted Tifa from the floor and put her back on her feet.

"What are you doing?" She began to panic.

"I'm not going to kill you…not yet at least."

"But why?"

"I don't know." It was an honest reply, "You did something to me, and I'm not sure what."

"I don't understand."

Sephiroth shook his head, "You leave me breathless…I can't place why." He remained silent for a moment. "But I do know that I want to see you again."

"Really?" She took a step back from him, unsure of where he was going with this.

"I will come back eventually, and when I do, we will be together this way once more."

"So you want to have sex again?"

"With you, yes."

She shivered at the thought, "But I don't want to do this again…I didn't want to do it tonight."

"That's not for you to decide. When I return I will have you and I will have you until I am satisfied."

"When you've grown bored of me?" She wrung her hands together.

"When you no longer entertain me, that is when I will kill you."

He left her and swiftly and silently as when he came. But he did not fly far. He continued to watch her as she fought to gather her thoughts and emotions. She paced back and forth, struggling to wrap her head around the events of the night. She went back and forth with crying and laughing, unsure of exactly what to feel. Soon, as the sun threatened to rise, she found her way back to bed and she fell into a restless sleep.

Sephiroth watched her for a while longer, replaying the night over again in his mind. He searched for that moment when everything changed, when he decided unconsciously that he no longer wanted to kill her. He cataloged it all into his memory, filing through with scientific scrutiny for the reason why he suddenly confessed that he wanted her to come with him.

"I wanted you to come away with me. That's what I meant to say."