I have a bad habit of making another fanfic while there's another one being written in the process but, oh what the heck, I need to immortalize the thoughts in my head before they vanish and remain a faint and fragmented memory!
I must immortalize this lemon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy®. Trademark belongs to Square Enix. All rights reserved.
Warning: Explicit content. In other words, intense erotica imminent and inevitable. And a few cusses.
Caution: You must need eye drops that could bleach away the burning words that scorched your precious virgin eyes. But I am afraid there is no cure for the mental trauma this has caused you.
Note: This is just a tiny one-shot I just thought of.
Oh and by the way, I'm still going to use my OC, Asahina—so this is entirely her POV—but for the first chapter, it's a short intro using Sephy's POV. But it's not exactly connected to Fangirlitis 101, think of it as a freelance or sidestory whatever. And I honestly don't care if you're gonna complain, if you want, make it a Reader x Sephiroth perspective then.
Xielle.
Sephiroth's POV
I entered the building where Asahina lives but I heard she was out—well, that was what my intels told me. I proceeded, passing by the receiving desk and took the elevator. I was told that her unit was in the seventh floor, the third door on the left and it's already opened—I'm impressed with the detective work they did.
Perhaps this building is a little barren for the neighbors or strangers to even bother to know if the other door is locked or not. Anyhow, I opened the door and revealed to myself her small unit, looking around as I closed the door it was rather quaint and the smell of lilies filled my nostrils; I searched for her bedroom and it was already unlocked.
Those clever little Remnants. I thought.
Entering her room, apart from seeing her bed I saw and picked up a picture of herself with her friends—a pink-haired girl and the other having brown hair—cherry blossom petals fell behind them as they got their picture taken.
I gently set down the picture back on her nightstand and took a good look around her bedroom.
"This is going to be easy." I told myself.
I slightly stretched out my hand to summon only a single red rose hovering lightly above my palm, upon staring at it and at the same time focusing, in a flash my fingers clenched and crunched the rose—I kept it in my fist for a few seconds and my wing emerged, a few black feathers fluttering in the air and gently landing on the smooth wooden floor and as I slowly opened my fist my wing flapped lightly, blowing off the petals to the floor.
The candles would have to wait…
I'll just light them up when I know that she's near.
I waited and waited in her unit until I saw the sun sink into the horizon, the sky turned dark indigo and I sensed that she's almost coming home so I started to prepare the candles. As I lit them up, their incense content starts to form thin wisps and rise up in the air. Now that it's dark enough, I left the candles to light up her room and turned off the lights with the switch.
I went to the dull elevator again, its chugged sound echoed from its own external chute and I got inside the lift and headed to the ground level. And little by little I begin to feel her closer to me.
Oh, tonight will be fun. I know she'll love the surprise.
I sat down comfortably near the entryway as the night finally fell. I suppose time is on my side.
She's close. I sense it.
A few long minutes, I was bearing the time patiently—I did my best in staying cool and collected until in the corner of my eye I saw the bright headlight of a car stopping by the sidewalk and its tires squeaked as it pulled to a stop.
Eagerly, I hoped that it would have been her. I heard the door being shut and the engine rev up until the sound of the vehicle slowly lost its distinct sound within my earshot.
So, she finally came.
Before she could even catch a glimpse of me, I examine her from head to toe. Her orange hair is let down straight down to her waist, her white oversized wool sweater slightly exposing her one collarbone and her black skirt billowing above her knees—my eyes looked down to her thighs and then down her calves and I smiled to myself.
Man, I am a pervert. But at least only to her.
I saw the look of surprise in her face as she turns to my direction and finds me.
"Hello, Asahina. I've been waiting for you but you're right on time."
She didn't speak, rather elated with the entire gesture. I smirked and stood up, greeting her with my eyes and smile whose charms never faltered whenever I do it to her as I approached her, I stuck my gaze to her dark brown eyes and she still has that face of surprise; nonchalantly, I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand and walked with her to the elevator.
Even if we haven't gotten into her unit yet, I'm beginning to feel this ache—the ache of longing for her all day and it was a little difficult keeping it together while she was gone—and I wanted to suppress it, no... I wanted her to suppress it because I know she's the only one capable in doing so. As we got inside, I trapped her by blocking her on both sides and so the fun started when we got into the slow and rusty elevator.
