I DO NOT OWN FINAL FANTASY VII. Omg, I couldn't leave it alone. I'm such a sucker for this pairing! XD
SHIVER
Part II
Tifa couldn't sleep. She hadn't been able to sleep for days. Knowing that Sephiroth would return left her beyond able to relax.
Staring up at the ceiling, she dropped her head into her hand. It had been a week and she'd been trying to go about as if nothing happened. A part of her wanted to think it was nothing more than a bad dream, but…
She pulled down the collar of her nightshirt to see the cut on her chest. It still stung and itched, hurting more now than it did when he first cut her. No amount of ointments or even a healing materia or potion banished it. She'd been careful to wear high collared t-shirts and blouses for fear that Cloud would notice.
Thankfully, she'd been able to put on a smile for her friends and family. Nobody suspected a thing and she was both proud and ashamed. She should tell someone – she should tell Cloud.
"No! No…no…" She whimpered, "I can't…He would go ballistic…he'd never let me out of his sight, he'd never let me be alone…"
Was that really so bad? She'd always wanted Cloud's attention, and telling him what Sephiroth had done would certainly get her what she wanted. But…she didn't want him to feel like he was obligated to protect her, she didn't want to sacrifice her brief moments of peace and most of all, a part of her…The deepest darkest part of her…Was hoping Sephiroth would come back sooner rather than later.
She couldn't tell Cloud because she had liked it.
Tifa bit her lip and slammed her fist into the mattress. She so wanted to just kill herself. How could she have actually enjoyed being with that monster? Sephiroth was the last man she ever considered as a partner. No, she hadn't considered him at all. He was never even a contender. But now she was kept awake at night thinking of the way he felt, the sound of his voice, his smell, his taste…Even during the day he crept into her thoughts, her body would quiver and her core would throb mercilessly.
She was kept awake not because she feared him, but because she was eager for more.
"Is he controlling my thoughts?" She muttered as a shiver took her body. "Is he consciously manipulating me into wanting him?"
She told him she didn't want to do it again and at the time she'd meant it, but now as the echo of that night prickled her skin with goosebumps, she was sure she would welcome him again.
But why? He wasn't really that good of a lover nor did he really do much. He seemed…how could she put it? Out of practice? It was like he knew what to do because he'd done it before, but was really just going through the motions, and not putting forth that much effort. But then she didn't really either.
Of course she didn't! She didn't want it…at the time.
Also, he was creepy looking – with the hair and the eyes – not to mention homicidal, genocidal, psychopathic and sociopathic. He has a good body though…
"Bat shit." She said frankly. "Complete and total bat shit. Him and me both. He's crazy and so am I for wanting his dick…"
She rolled over, cuddling her pillow and folding the sheets around her tightly. Shutting her eyes, she did her best to shake away the troublesome thoughts. As sleep slowly rolled in, Tifa felt a peculiar warmth beside her. Opening her eyes, her heart slammed her chest and her breath rushed out of her lungs.
His hand found its way over her mouth and his arm pinned her against his chest, holding her thus until she calmed.
Tifa's heart was still hammering away at her, but she found her breath and concentrated on it.
"Do not scream." He commanded quietly as he released her mouth.
"You came back." She put that mask back on, trying to appear strong.
"Did you think I'd lied?"
"No." She took a deep breath in through her nose and released it slowly through her mouth. "I just thought you might have changed your mind."
"Once I know I want something, I almost always get it."
"What if I don't please you tonight?"
"Then you'll die tonight. So if I were you, I would make sure to do my best."
"Right…" Tifa curled a lock of his hair around her finger.
I suppose it's kind of a pretty color.
"So, let's do this." She said a little too casually.
Wriggling out of his arms – only because he allowed her to – she stood up and began undressing.
Sephiroth rolled back into the pillows, taking himself in his hand as he watched her. She was going slowly for his viewing pleasure.
Tifa blushed brightly when she turned to find that he was stroking his cock. Taking the initiative, Tifa placed her trembling hands on her own skin, sliding them around her body. She made sure to touch herself in all the right places, gyrating her hips to the beat of her heart.
Her skin flushed and despite the warmth, goosebumps prickled all over her. She'd never done this before, so she wasn't sure if she was doing it right. As she glanced over her shoulder, she noticed his half-lidded gaze, his heaving chest, and the steady pumping of his hand.
He likes it!
Her confidence improved, Tifa strode up to the bed, lifting her leg as she gently rubbed a single finger against her clit. She hissed out a breath as she watched him watching her. It was a strange feeling she couldn't quite place, but it was so good.
"Come here," Sephiroth said as he raked his fingers gently up her leg.
Tifa crawled toward him, stopping only when he took her hips and dragged her on top of him. She slid easily onto his thick cock and immediately began to move on him, picking up her erotic dance once again.
A slight grin raised the corner of Sephiroth's mouth and he slid his hands up her body to her breasts. He'd neglected to admire them before, but this time he wouldn't forget. They were large and pert, and soft…oh so soft!
Sitting up, wrapped his arms around her before taking one of her rosy nipples into his mouth. Her breath hitched and her hands knotted into his hair. The feeling of his softly flicking tongue sent shivers racing across her skin. Her pussy throbbed harder and she fought to keep her mouth shut.
I can't let anyone hear us…
Sephiroth rolled them over, hooking his hands under her knees and spreading her legs as far as they would go, trying to get as deep inside her as he could manage. She was so tight and so wet! He rammed her harder and harder, unable to get enough of her. She was so soft! So delicious! And despite what he thought before, she was so beautiful!
Yes…you can live tonight…Tifa…
He gnashed his teeth together as he spilled inside of her. Arching his back and bearing down on her, he shivered as he let himself go. She sighed softly behind tightly pursed lips, and her tense legs relaxed and became limp. She was still spasming around his slightly engorged member and each feather light squeeze caused him to gasp.
Looking down into her blushing face, Sephiroth hoped to meet her eyes as he pushed her hair from her sticky forehead. She opened her eyes only half way, almost too tired to do even that much. She was struggling to catch her breath and he felt her heart thundering through her chest.
Tifa's lips curled into a contented smile as she met his gaze. He looked a little different but she couldn't place exactly how or why.
"How did I do?" She whispered, exhaling heavily.
Sephiroth didn't know what to say. He really didn't expect that she'd go through with it again. He thought she would fight this time; Cloud was home, so he thought she would cry out and they would cross swords once again.
But she didn't. Instead she was the one to start and she didn't behave like she was acting. This time, she genuinely seemed like she enjoyed herself.
For some reason he couldn't explain, Sephiroth felt fulfilled. Knowing that he had pleased her only brought him more pleasure. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on her lips. It was delicate as first, barely touching her, but the longer they held each other in their arms, the deeper it became. Slowly, he leaned into her, assessing how his heart began to pound. This was different from the way it beat before, now it was throbbing with a unique sort of fervor. His stomach twisted into knots and he couldn't stand the thought of breaking away from her. But he had to; she needed to breathe. Letting her go, he released a soft hiss in her ear.
"Satisfactory." He said simply, before withdrawing from her.
Tifa frowned. That wasn't exactly the response she was hoping for. But what was she hoping for? She sat up and drew her knees up to her chest as she watched him get dressed.
"When will you come back?"
Sephiroth paused, looking over his shoulder at her. What was she thinking?
"When it pleases me." He picked up his sword and turned it so the moonlight glanced off of it. The light reflected a narrow line across Tifa's neck and chest. "It won't heal you know."
Tifa unconsciously placed a hand over the cut on her chest.
"It'll always be there, to remind you. Until next time."
And, like a ghost, he disappeared into the night.
Another week passed and Tifa remained silent about her secret deal with Sephiroth. It was a dangerous game she played, but as terrible as it was, she couldn't help but find it thrilling. She supposed the excitement was something she lacked in her life. For the past few years since the incident with the meteor, her life had become harshly slow, her mundane and tedious days gnawing away at her painfully. She needed excitement, and Sephiroth was giving it to her.
That night was different from before. Sephiroth seemed somehow more human. When he came again, he was just the same; reminding her of what was required to keep herself alive and then leaving her to her imagination. With each encounter, she became more confident in herself and her ability to please him. But she kept it hidden, not wanting it go to her head.
As the weeks went by, Sephiroth became more and more interested in her. She was lovely but strange. She knew her life hung in the balance and yet she acted like she had nothing to lose. She was enjoying him as much as he was enjoying her and he found himself aiming to please her regardless of what he was given.
That was not the plan.
One night, Sephiroth stepped in to Tifa's bedroom, disrobing like usual and climbing to bed with her. She'd come to expect him and therefore did not wake with a start. Instead, she gently stirred, rolling over and looking up into his face. But instead of smiling or offering a greeting, she just averted her eyes, sadly looking toward Sephiroth's sword that lay waiting upon the floor.
"What is it?" He asked softly, tracing her jaw with his finger.
"Tonight's the night I die." She whispered, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it slowly, focusing on the way her lung expanded and contracted.
"Why tonight?" Sephiroth smelled her hair.
"I can't give it to you. I've…I've got my cycle." She sat up, turning her back to him.
"Your cycle." Sephiroth's eyebrows knitting as he searched for the meaning in her words. He felt like an idiot when it finally dawned on him that she was menstruating. That's right, he'd almost forgotten. "It's no matter; you have hands and a mouth." He crawled up behind her, placing soft kisses on her neck and shoulders.
"I…I don't know, I don't think I'd do a good job…I'm not in the mood for it so…"
She wasn't in the mood? A sharp pain ran through his chest and he sat back away from her. He watched her as she sat there, her shoulders quivering. She was crying, but too proud to sob out loud.
"That's a shame." He said, grabbing a handful of her hair, running his fingers through it. "But it's probably for the best."
Tifa's heart stopped briefly before racing into overdrive. Her hair stood on end and she closed her eyes.
This is really it for me.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you."
The pounding her chest came to screeching halt.
What did he just say?
She cautiously turned to face him. "What?"
"What do you think of this arrangement?"
"What?"
"You seem as if you enjoy it. Am I wrong?"
"What?"
He stifled a grin, "Is 'what' the only thing you can say?"
"No, I just…what?" She stood up; looking at him as if he'd lost his mind though he behaved perfectly sane.
"Come back to bed, Tifa." He lay down, patting the space beside him.
Tifa paused, considering her position. She hadn't expected this at all. He wanted to talk to her? He wanted to talk, like he actually gave a damn about her feelings. This couldn't be Sephiroth, no, this was someone else. This was someone who only looked like him, Sephiroth wouldn't care about anything she had to say…Would he?
At length, she got back in bed, laying down beside him. They lay there for several seconds without a word spoken between them. Sephiroth toyed with what he wanted to say; he wanted to know her beyond what they shared together. From the first moment she rendered him speechless, he knew she was something worthwhile.
Now he wanted her to prove it.
"What do you want to talk about?" She whispered, her body tense.
"Tifa…how do you feel about me?"
"…the hell?" She leaned away from him. "I hate you."
"But you seem like you enjoy our weekly meetings."
"You're a great fuck." She said honestly. "And you're the only one who gives me any so…"
"You are equally as satisfying. And you are, as well, the only one who gives in to my urges."
"Have you tried being with anyone else?"
"No. Not until our first night together did I feel that I needed to engage in intercourse."
"So why?" She found the nerve to scoot closer to him.
"Because when I saw you lying there I thought I wanted to make Cloud suffer. I thought that having my way with you and then leaving your body for him to find would make for some great fun."
"A-and now?"
"And now I don't know. You have not failed to please me every time I have come to you. In fact, the more I visit you, the longer I want to keep you alive."
Tifa gulped. She slowly turned to look at him. He was lying on his back his hands cross over his stomach. He seemed different.
"Sephiroth…can I ask you something off beat?"
"What?"
"Was there ever um…a Mrs. Sephiroth?"
He didn't move, but he did go a bit rigid, "Why would you ask me something like that?"
"I don't know. I just want to know what your life was like before Jenova. Did you have friends? A family?" She felt a little embarrassed for even asking.
"I had two close friends in Soldier. But aside from them, I had no family. No, I was never married."
"Do you ever think that you might want to be?"
Sephiroth looked at her through the dim light, she was she was beautiful in melancholy sort of way and despite her hatred of him, she treated him with a respect he never experienced from an enemy.
"I don't know about marriage." His hand slipped onto the mattress and inched toward hers, "But there is someone I fancy to be mine."
"Does she know about this thing you and I have together?"
"Yes."
"What does she think of it?" Tifa closed her eyes and rolled away from him, resting on her stomach. His hand missed hers only barely.
"I don't know; she has yet to tell me."
"That's sad." She sighed as sleep began to impede.
"It is unfortunate. But perhaps one day, she'll allow me to court her properly."
Tifa sat at a table, staring down into her coffee mug. She'd been sitting there for a while, thinking about Sephiroth of all people. What did he want to tell her last night? He was going somewhere with that conversation, but she fell asleep before he had a chance to get around to it.
"Tifa?"
She jumped at the sudden interruption, standing up so fast she dumped her chair over.
"Cloud!" She fought for breath, "What are you doing?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing." He took a half step forward, but then rocked back on his heels. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She gulped.
"Are you sure?" He finally approached her.
"Yeah," She picked up her chair and sat back down. "So what's up?"
"Well..." He hesitated, as if tossing and turning the thoughts in his head, "Would you be opposed to moving?"
"Moving?" She narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I think we need to skip town." He sat down with her and handed her a newspaper and an official looking document. "The city has passed a new regulation. Apparently the population is too high or something."
"What?" Tifa scanned over the document and the newspaper, trying to understand what she was seeing. "Does this say what I think it says?"
"Yeah, unless we're related by blood or marriage, single men and women can't live together anymore."
"Ok then, so we'll just say we're siblings."
"Come on, Tifa, it's obvious that we're not."
"Ok, then we're cousins."
"Nope, not gonna cut it. We have to prove our relation with documentation, you know, birth certificates and stuff…and I'm afraid those were lost back when…"
"Oh…right. So what do we do? We can't afford to leave town. Where would we go? We'd have to start all over again and what about the kids?" Tifa finally took a sip of her coffee, grimacing at the cold bitter taste. She'd forgotten to add cream or sugar. "And you moving on your own is a no go, I can't afford this place on my own."
"Well," Cloud sighed, tapping the table anxiously. "There's always the other option."
"The other option?"
"We get married."
