Tenderness.
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They are square-enix not mine. XX. God I love Zack.
Very short.
Very Cheesy lol.
Always after it, she lied curled beside him.
Till he sat up silently to dress; pulling his shirt back on.
"Don't
go yet…"
He doesn't answer, only turning around and pulling
her naked frame into his arms.
He silences her, kissing her
hot lips and the taste of her hurts his chest. The thought of leaving
her warm side, by God he hated it completely. He buries his face in
the hollow space between her neck and shoulder, breathing in the
faint smell of soft perfume, flowers and the scent of her shampoo.
"I
know…but…"
He feels her hot tears soak a spot on his
shirt, small grasping hands pulling at the fabric. He closes his eyes
and lets her hands wander over him. The perfectly innocent touches
igniting the faint feel of heat in his blood. His shirt is gone from
him, and he pulls her to his chest. Laying tender kisses all over her
face, tasting the salt from her tears.
"Don't leave…" she
mumbles.
He rolls on top of her somewhat, and stares down at her. Her eyes close as he takes her into his memory. The dark curls that fan over the pillow, the glow of her earthy eyes and pout pink lips that he kissed, the slim line of her collarbone leading all the way down to her perfectly shaped breasts.
The rounded hips and her thighs he loved losing himself in-between. All and all he loved it all, everything about her was perfect and he didn't care that she thought otherwise. But mostly, he loved her completely. Everyone was else was second to her because he loved her and sometimes he didn't think she thought he was that serious about her.
He
loved her, honestly she was the best thing that had happened to
him.
"Zack…?" she whispered, breaking his thoughts and he
only kissed her again.
She stuck her hand into his hair, massaging his scalp and he sighed contently. His strong arms pulled her closer, the lightly defined muscles of his stomach that would become fully displayed during their play. He had a boyish face, the bluest eyes she had ever seen and he was kind to her. He was tall and lean, and his voice was gentle and deep.
She didn't think he could ever fall for anyone like her, and she knew whole heartedly how he felt about her too. He could have any girl around her but he chose her.
As much as she tried to get around this,
she did love him. She didn't know at first but now, there was no
objection to how she felt about him and sometimes she wondered if he
really knew.
"Aeris…" he cooed as he kissed the side of her
head.
"Zack…I lo-" she mumbled.
He placed a finger
against her lips, shaking his messy hair.
"Same here…I do
too"
She smiled as he pulled his finger away.
He began to
dress again and she sat up beside him, the sheet wrapped around her.
They became silent and she watched him buckle his pants.
"Are
you going to be late…?" she asked.
He looked past her, to her
digital clock.
"If I run I could make it…" he smiled.
She
didn't say anything and he looked back at her. He bought a gloved
hand under her chin and lifted her face. At that moment his heart
jumped in his chest, as one sparking tear slid down her cheek.
"You
are so beautiful…" he gasped as he fell to his knees in front of
her.
She sniffed and brushed away her tears.
"Don't be
silly…"
"I'm being honest Aeris…"
He grabbed her
wrist and looked into her wet eyes.
"Come back for me…"
she whispered.
He nodded and leaned in to whisper:
"You know
it…"
And he gave her no moment to answer as he wrapped his
arms around her small waist and shared in the moment of a tender
kiss.
End.
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