GAME: Final Fantasy VII
PAIRING: Sephiroth/Tifa
WARNINGS: Kind of sexual harassment or something. Don't like the pairing, don't read.
RATING: T
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Final Fantasy not its characters.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Tifa's POV. Enjoy!

His hands gripped my wrists above my head so hard that my hands were turning white and I couldn't feel my fingers. The wall was cold against my back and the distance between us was almost nonexistent, so I couldn't use my legs in defense. I shut my eyes and tilted my head aside when his lips met my neck, biting it. It was slightly painful though I didn't put particular attention on it; the adrenaline didn't let me. I heard my heart beating in my chest, blood hitting behind my ears, with tense muscles ready to attack. If only I had a little space to move… His chest against mine pressed my breasts, silver hair tickled my clavicles, and his thighs pushed mine.

"I'm giving you the choice to come into the winner side. You won't have an opportunity like this again, you see" He explained as he licked all the way up my jugular, reaching my ear and catching the lobe between his teeth. I gasped in surprise and I could feel him smirking, an evil twisted smile. "You know is only a matter of time before I crash that pathetic bunch of vermin, don't you?"

I swallowed soundly, trying to make my voice to sound normal despite my terribly dry throat.

"That 'bunch of vermin' is my family" I said, trying to sound menacing. Who was I trying to fool?

"You still thing they've got a chance against me? Trust me, Tifa, you don't want to share their destiny"

One of his hands released my wrists and wandered to my breast but the grip of other became even tighter. Something left my throat, it sounded like a moan. I opened my eyes in surprise, did I really do that? No! No, no, no. I couldn't be doing this, why were his hands so pleasant? True was his velvet voice and his smell were intoxicating, or could it be my instincts that asked for more? I slapped myself mentally. At this thought, the blood ran directly into my cheeks. I tried to hide my face, but there was no chance. I was completely trapped.

"That idiotic Cloud. I'm starting to believe I've overestimated him. He's really stupid"

At the mention of his name, I started moving insistently. I HAD to escape, no matter what. Did Sephiroth really think that after this kind of first approach I'd happily say yes? Still… what would be of me if I could free myself in the moment? I had no chance. Still, mentioning Cloud was his biggest mistake. If there was a chance for me to consider his offer, he had ruined it. My fidgeting seemed to upset him.

"Now tell me, Tifa. My offer is about to expire. Which side do you want to play in?" He grabbed a lock of my hair and inhaled slowly, smelling it. His eyes then met mine, filled with desire and lust with that unique insane look only he could ever give. His grimaced showed a primitive smile that nothing had to do with happiness. I felt he took a part of me only by looking into my eyes as void shrank my stomach. I managed to accumulate enough saliva and as soon as that I spit in his face. Sephiroth didn't move at all for three seconds, with a serious, impassive face. But suddenly I felt the wall hitting my back with such strength that I thought I was going to pass away. I managed to hear when he yelled:

"How dare you! I thought you'd be smarter, now you're going to pay with your blood the same price Strife will"

I was dazed because of my head hitting the concrete behind me, so when he released my wrists I fell like a doll to the floor, helpless.

"Have fun with those insects"

The only thing I could see was his silhouette abandoning the alley in a white halo as my conscience drifted away…