It wasn't even morning yet when I woke up in my usual breathlessness. But that wasn't it at all. I was right smack in the middle of an intense orgasm. The waves of overwhelming pleasure rushed through my body in slow motion. A startling cry escaped my throat… What the hell was this? I had never had this happen to me at all before, why now? Especially when I was in the house with six men! I pulled my hand away, trying to stop myself from shaking.

Just then the door swung open and Sephiroth of all people bolted into the room, wearing nothing but white boxers. He stared, his hair in a really long braid.

I shrieked and pulled the sheets up to my neck, willing my body to stop convulsing in waves of pleasure.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice sounding as uninterested as it usually did. He didn't seem to notice how red my face was.

"I'm…I'm fine," I quickly said with a strangled voice. The wave was finally over. Then I tried estimating the time it would normally take to cross from his room down the hall to my room… maybe about fifteen seconds.

He moved a little ways back to stand in the doorway. "Are you sure? You made a… weird noise."

Had I really been that loud? My face turned as red as my hair. I vigorously nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm okay, really." I prayed he wouldn't come any closer because I could smell my own fluids and the last thing I wanted was for the general to catch a sniff of it himself. Just then, Zack of all people wandered over, leaning into my room with squinty eyes. "Huh what?"

My eyebrows shot up into my bangs. Why did Zack come out of his room? Usually he was the hardest person to wake up. Usually someone had to drag him out of his room to make him wake up.

"I'm sorry, did I really scream that loud?" I asked, hearing my voice raise a octave.

"Yes, everyone is awake now." I heard Angeal say from down the hall.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I had a nightmare." I squealed, pulling the blankets up to my eyes.

"'Bout what?" Zack asked, wandering into my room absent mindedly, peering out the window. Stay away Zack, please.

"Um, um..."

"The usual?" Tseng asked, saving my life in the process.

"Yeah! Yeah! The usual things!" I said, sighing softly and making a note to make him some good coffee in the morning.

"Well, 'night then." The silver haired General said, leaving the room with a exasperated sigh.

"Nighty Night." Zack mumbled childishly, slipping across the floor in his socks to the door.

"Thanks, guys." I called, hearing a few mumbled responses.

"For what?" Zack asked, rubbing his eyes under his soft, feathered bangs. He looked so damn cute.

"If I ever have one of those evil nightmares that make me hysterical, someone will be there to calm me down." I said, telling more than I should have.

He shrugged sheepishly. "Yeah, Night Ciss."

He left my room. Maybe he was embarrassed that I saw him in his underwear. I rolled up in a ball near the wall and sighed softly. This was getting insane. It just wasn't fair. I started to cry softly for no reason, but I soon fell asleep again.

Later That Morning

I couldn't look at anyone in the morning, never-mind Zack or Sephiroth. What if someone had recognized such a cry? I hoped with all my heart that they all just thought I had a really scary nightmare. I started to grind some cocoa and other ingredients to make some special coffee for Tseng like I had left a note in my head to do.

"'Morning, Cissnei."

Zack slid on the tiles to stand beside me, staring down at the ingredients. He was eating a apple. He looked back up at me and then back down to the coffee.

"What's that?" He asked, jumping up and down beside me.

"Coffee for Tseng." I answered, trying to ignore his arm brushing against mine.

"Coffee?" He stopped bouncing and looked at me like I was insane.

"Your gonna put chocolate in coffee?" He asked, raising a eyebrow.

"Uh-huh." I replied.

"We can't have any?" He asked, inspecting the apple then holding it up to my hair. Angeal swatted at him.

"Here." I said, dropping a tiny chunk into his hand and going back to mashing some up on the cutting board.

He licked it and then offered some to Angeal, who glared at him. He then put it halfway into his mouth and nibbled on it, taking his time. It was cute. He should really have puppy ears and a big fluffy tail...

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Dear Diary:

Wow, not a dream about Zack last night. Maybe it was all a fluke or something... Or maybe I'm going through late puberty or some other kind of mutation. I can't stop thinking of him, his hair.. his lips... his beautiful eyes. This is insane. I wish this was real... because I don't want to hide this... the rejection of it... But I'm afraid to make it real. I don't even know if he feels the same way. I feel pathetic.

It was laundry day today. Guess who was doing the laundry? Boys.

The others came home around 4:30, which was pretty early for them. Rude had a handful of pretty red flowers. "Got these from a vendor down the street. I thought you might like them." He remarked, handing them over and proceeding on.

"That's so sweet, Rude. Thank you."

I put the flowers in a vase and set it at the center of the kitchen table, admiring them for a few seconds. Then I noticed Zack was staring at me with slightly narrowed brows. "Everything okay?" I asked, wondering if maybe he didn't like the flowers on top of the table.

"Why're you wearing my harness and shit?"

I suddenly looked down at myself, remembering how I had put it on while doing the laundry and forgotten. Genesis stared at me, his eyebrows almost past his hair line. Sephiroth was purposefully averting his eyes and Tseng was ignoring the little spat entirely. I searched for a answer. I couldn't tell him that I had put it on cause I liked how he smelt and how it fit on him, even if it didn't fit like that on me. That would be creepy. So I just shrugged and stared back with a tilted head.

"Umn, Okay. You do realize thats like, had people's blood on it 'n stuff."

I shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

Everyone continued stare with a frown at the shirt on me. Finally, Sephiroth started to walk away. "Just take it off…" he mumbled on his way out of the kitchen.

I went back down to the laundry room and pulled his cable-knit sweater off, sad to see it go. It was like saying goodbye to a old friend. I almost started crying before asking myself what the fuck I was doing and banging my head on the top of the dryer.

Everyone came stomping down the stairs a while after six, saying something about a club and materia trading and stuff. I drowned them out for a while before Zack came over to me.

"Hope you don't mind, I borrowed your pen, I don't carry any on me." He said, showing me the pen.

"Ok." I nodded, continuing to sort through paperwork on the table.

"We'll be back after eight." Someone told me as they all clomped out the door.

Wait. I stopped reading and looked up. That pen looks just like the one I kept near my diary. I started to panic and then remembered I had like eighty of them, and then felt stupid for even thinking about it at all.