Hello, all. If you've made it past my horrible description, I am forever grateful. I'll get around to fixing that one of these days. This is my first fic in years, and while it will be heavily ZackxCloud, it will be a slow progression. I'll do my best for weekly updates. The more reviews, the quicker the updates. Thanks y'all.
I do not own FFVII, or any of the affiliated characters.
Zack felt, for lack of a better word, sad. Sad was easy. Simple. Fixable. He wasn't depressed or melancholy or anything that suggested even a hint of being permanent. He just felt down. He supposed it was natural – to feel a little under the weather every once in a while, but he still didn't like it. Especially not when he had the most beautiful woman in the world pressed up against him, sleeping lightly.
It was already morning, and a beautiful one judging by the light pouring in through the small window on the opposite wall. He wanted to get up, to stretch, to walk around, to do something about the throbbing wood that would surely get him in trouble, but he simply couldn't. And that's why, he reasoned, he felt so damn low. Aerith was, without a doubt, an angel. Heaven-sent. He didn't know what he had done to be graced with her presence, but damn, were his balls blue.
He had never been denied the way he had been denied last night. Dinner, a play, a walk around the Sector, he had done everything correctly. He had even brought her flowers, for Gaia's sake. They had been dating for nearly 3 months, and still, nothing. Nada. Zip. He was bleakly reminded of his adolescent years, before he had correctly filled out and before he had hit that growth spurt. He had been attractive, yes, but clumsy. Awkward. He didn't have a hard time getting dates or girlfriends, but sex? Nope. He was as dry as a cornfield in heat. It wasn't until after he had moved away from home that he had really honed in on his potential. SOLDIER was good for him. Cross-training, meeting lots of women. Yes, he owed a lot to the program. But it wasn't until last night that he had been reduced to that gangly, low teenager.
"I'm just not ready, Zack," Aerith had said as he began to unbutton her shirt.
Not ready? Not ready? After 3 months you're still not ready?
But he couldn't be angry. Not at her. Gaia, she looked even more angelic sleeping than she did in the waking hours. Which Zack couldn't almost believe.
But it still didn't change the fact that he had some serious business to attend to. But that was where the dilemma was. If Aerith awoke and felt his enthusiasm tenting in his pants, what would she do? Or worse yet, if he got out of bed and woke her, he didn't think he could face her with his need so apparent. He didn't mind. Not really. Something, in the back of his mind told him that this one was special. That this would be much, much more than just sex. But he didn't want to give off the impression that was all he wanted. But he really, really needed to do something about his arousal. Quietly and as gentle as possible, he disentangled himself from her and slid out of bed.
He took a minute to admire her. The long, chestnut hair was just beginning to fall from its tight braid and she was smiling just slightly. She really was a gorgeous girl.
Zack crossed the threshold into the bathroom and immediately turned the shower on. He stripped and stepped into the scalding water, turning his attention to his aching, throbbing member, feeling immensely unsatisfied.
Well, there you have it! The very short beginning. Enjoy and review. :)
