Okay so no one gets confused this is connected to the sequel that I am planning to write for A Nobody's Somebody, which takes place a year after the end of that story, where Gabby and Genesis go off looking for Sephy. Anyways, the first chapter of A Nobody's Somebody is being rewriteen to include Genesis, Angeal, and a few extra scenes. So enjoy and let me know what you think.
Gabriella Tuesti sighed and settled deeper into the pillow despite the fact that it was hard and uncomfortable. The man in bed behind her ran his fingertips up and down her right side, his steady breathing ghosting along her ear. She nearly laughed because her own breathing was labored from their love making moments ago. She could still feel the sash that she used to wrap around her face, where her eyes should be, tied around one of her wrists. The other arm was dangling off the edge of the bed slightly, which he took into his hands gently and brought it to his lips. He held onto it for awhile, running his fingers along the same path.
"Genesis?" she asked softly, turning to face the older man even though they both knew she couldn't see him as the hand that still had the sash wrapped around it touched his face.
"You have a bruise around your wrist," he whispered softly.
"And whose fault is that?" she asked softly, as they kissed each other. "You were the one who tied me up. I don't like being tied up."
"You never told me that," he whispered as she turned back around.
"You never bothered to ask," she whispered in return.
Genesis smiled and wrapped his arms around her, rolling them over so that they were both staring up at the ceiling. Even if for Gabriella she wasn't really seeing it. He felt her move to sit up and tightened his grip on her, mindful of any movements that would alert him to her not wanting him to touch her. It is strange sharing a bed with a woman who for the most part craves human contact, but only from those she knows, and within the blink of an eye detests it. An irritating characteristic when you consider that they are lovers and there are times her detestation of human contact, which always comes during a vision, shows up at times he really wishes it wouldn't.
"The pup can't have you," he remarked flatly and had she still had her eyes she would have seen his eyes narrowed in the ceiling mirror's reflection, courtesy of the sleazy motel, specifically on the lone wolf earring she wears.
"Zack doesn't have me," she counters, her face twisting to look at him as he trails his fingers along the scar, a morbidly, parting present from Sephiroth.
"Then why do you wear his earring?"
"Because you haven't given me anything to wear."
She shifts in his arms and turns around, settling into his embrace she sleeps and his arms tighten around her in consideration. When the morning comes the wolf earring Zack gave her years ago is gone and has been replaced by an earring that was a twin of the one Genesis wore and she wore it with pride.