If you have been reading the main story, by this point you know that Mary and Angeal are together, yay! I upped the rating on that story because there are a lot of innuendos and apparently I keep crossing the line, so this is for the stuff that really crosses the line. Some Lemon and sexual content. Never written this stuff before, so forgive me if it isn't very good.
This short one is sometime between the club scene and elena's death.
Disclaimer: FF7 belongs entirely to square enix.
Mary landed on the ground, hard. Her eyes were wide and her breathing fast, and she was coated with a thin layer of sweat. She looked up at Angeal, who had landed on top of her. Her body was burning with desire, and if she wasn't frozen in place, she might have just finally jumped Angeal. They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, before Angeal pushed himself up and offered his hand to Mary.
He had decided that she needed a break from sword training, and so they were working on her hand to hand combat. And even though Mary was quite good at hand to hand, and really enjoyed it, she had been nervous about it. Ever since the night at the club, Mary was having a very hard time controlling herself, and her urges. It seemed that every time she was close to Angeal, she would feel the burn of her desire, and it was starting to get out of hand. It was even worse when they were working so close to each other. At least with sword fighting, there was a few feet between them.
But not with hand to hand. As they fought, they were within a foot of each other the whole time, and usually ended up holding each other in one type of hold or another. It made Mary's skin burn, in a good way. But as she couldn't have what she wanted, it felt like torture. Every time Angeal grabbed her wrists to block her hits she could imagine him taking her wrists and forcing them above her head, as he kissed her passionately, possibly pushing his body up against hers. Great masturbating material, but highly distracting when she was supposed to be training. And the few second on the floor with him hovering over her did not elicit any less distracting images. Mary turned to hide her face as she blushed, a result of her increased heart rate and the extreme wetness in her underwear. She really hoped he was not able to smell it, or at least not conscious of what he was smelling.
Part of her desperately wanted her arousal to be shared, and for Angeal to be reacting the same way to their sessions. It was only fair, and it would increase her chances of getting what she wanted, eventually. She didn't check though, afraid that Angeal would see her if she was to glance down at his crotch, and become disgusted, or embarrassed. So instead to walked to the wall and took a drink of her water, trying to calm herself down.
Had she looked, she would have seen Angeal standing awkwardly to fight his growing erection. Hand to hand fighting was as much of a turn on for him as it was for her. He was highly embarrassed of it, and was trying very hard to keep Mary from noticing it. He had seen her blush when he landed on her, and was afraid that she had felt his hardness from her place beneath him. While she was taking a drink, he decided that they had trained enough for the day.
"That is enough for now. Let's head back upstairs." He said, making his way out of the room and towards the elevator. Mary followed without replying. As they rode the elevator up to their apartments, they stood at opposite ends of the elevator, pretending to be looking at messages on their phones. Angeal still tried desperately to hide his embarrassment, while Mary was trying to calm herself down.
"I'll see you at dinner." Mary called to Angeal as they separated and made their way to their own apartments.
"I'll see you then." Angeal said, forcing himself to give her a small smile. He walked quickly to his room, where he stripped and jumped into a cold shower.
Mary turned on her showering, after removing her uniform and grabbing a few things for her shower. After stepping in and letting the luke warm rinse the sweat off her body, she leaned against the wall of the shower and let her mind wander back to the training session.
She imagined Angeal grabbing her wrists, slowly backing her into the VR room wall and running his free hand up and down her side, landing on one of her breasts. As she stood under the water, she let a hand wander her body as she was imagining his doing, and the other made its way to her clitoris. She imagined Angeal finally leaning in and kissing her, pressing himself against her. She gasped as her own fingers started to move in circles over her clit. She let her imagination run with the image as she stroked herself. Angeal kissing her, licking her neck, working his way down her body, stopping to suck on a nipple, before lowering himself and finally licking her clit. She continued her ministrations as she imagined Angeal doing to her, leaning her head against the shower and breathing heavily.
Angeal stood under the cold water, urging his erection to go down. Nothing he did was working, and to make matters worse, he couldn't get Mary out of his mind. He knew it was wrong, that she was his student, and he should not have been thinking about her in such a way, but he couldn't stop himself. Finally giving in, he turned up the temperature of the water and let the bathroom fill with steam, as he leaned against the wall and started slowly stroking himself. He tried to think of other things, other women he had been interested in, movies he had seen, a picture from the magazine Gen had hidden in his living room a few months back…
Finally Mary imagined Angeal pulling her from the wall and taking her feet out from under her, landing them both on the floor. She could still remember the heat of his touch, the excitement she felt with him hovering over her. She felt his erection pressing between her legs, and wrapped a leg around him to pull him down to her, encouraging him to continue as he kissed her again. Mary had turned up the temperature of the water, trying to simulate that heat that she experienced every time she was close to the first class SOLDIER. Once the water was warm, she reached just outside the curtain and pulled in her dildo, stroking it as she wished to do to him.
She wasn't at all embarrassed to have a toy like that, she was comfortable with her sexuality and without someone to have sex with she willingly turned to vibrators and dildos. It had started with a vibrator, and then after some experimentation she had decided to try a dildo. It wasn't until she had met Angeal that she had become as desperate as she was, and now she had a nice collection, and the current dildo was thick and long. Angeal had been driving her crazy, and it seemed like the only way she could get release was to use that dildo, and imagine it was him who was pounding into her as she masturbated.
Finally, she imagined Angeal settling himself in her, before slowly working his was in and out, causing an undeniable heat to spread through her. She gradually sped up her hand on her clit as well as the dildo inside her as she imagined losing herself with Angeal. Luckily she had been so wound up after the session, that it only took a few minutes for her body to burn deliciously and start to spasm. Mary bit her lip, keeping herself from calling Angeal's name as she came, doing everything she could to keep herself standing in her shower.
Angeal continued pumping himself in the shower, trying to keep Mary out of his mind. The faster he got, the more images of her raced through his mind. Suddenly, he remembered lying over Mary, remembered the heat of their touch, and the delicious smell of her. Without his permission, his imagination ran away from him, and suddenly he was inside her, making her writhe the way he desperately wanted, but refused to admit, even to himself. He imagined her moaning under him, and came with a gasp, almost screaming her name. Angeal fell back against the wall, leaning his head back, trying to recover from the intense orgasm.
After his body had calmed and recovered, Angeal washed himself thoroughly, trying to wash off the shame that was filling him. He felt dirty for imagining such things, feeling as though he was violating Mary in some way. Once he was clean and dry, he put on clean clothes and made his way to his garden, hoping to distract himself from his thoughts.
Mary stood in the shower for a long time, enjoying the sweetness of her orgasm. She smiled, remembering Angeal's smile. Damn his smile. Damn his ass, those abs, and that damn heat he radiates. She thought to herself as she began to wash herself.
Once she was clean and dry, she put on a pair of shirts and a tank top, and made her way out to the kitchen, running into Alanna on the way.
"Remind me to not book the room right after you and Angeal ever again." She said, waving her hand in front of her nose.
"Sorry, hand to hand, you know how much that turns me on." Mary said with a shrug. "I thought you were used to my smell?"
"Your smell I'm used to, but you weren't the only one with that reaction. Angeal smelled horrible. I think he needs to eat more fruit and less vegetables." Alanna replied, shaking her head.
"He was…?" Mary asked, blushing a little.
"Yeah."
"Well, I have to go help him with dinner." Mary said sheepishly.
"Try not to stink up the kitchen." Alanna called after her. Mary turned and stuck out her tongue, before making her way to the kitchen to begin dinner.
