Authors Note: THIS CHAPTER WAS EDITED

Maid in Gongaga

"See?"

Fury heated his body, finding it easy to ignore the icy winds of winter in Gongaga. He entered the mansion receiving the inviting warmth of the place. Then, he heard distant glass being moved in the sitting room. He ventured forward and found the family maid at work.

She swept the wooden floor with gentle care, trying to collect the broken whisky and wine bottles into a neat pile so it would be easier to pick up with a scoop. She heard someone enter the room and smiled as she greeted the blonde lackey.

"Back so soon?"

He only nodded, then proceeded to pick up a rag from a half table and began to wipe away sticky liquid that was smothered onto the family bar.

"Oh, no Cloud," She said as she tried to reach out and take the rag away from him. "That is my job."

She stopped, however, when she received an aggravated glare on his face. Aerith shied away, almost too timidly.

Cloud sighed, "Forgive me Aerith. I don't mean to be harsh with you. It's just . . . never mind. Is Zack awake?"

Aerith shook her head as she continued to sweep, "No."

Cloud cursed, almost making Aerith blush from such vulgarity. (It was considered rude, or out of place for a man to curse in front of someone)

"It is almost past eight," he said checking his pocket watch. He began to leave the room when:

"Cloud," she said almost meekly. "I don't think you should attend to my master right now. He's... accompanying someone right now."

"What?"

"Well," she corrected herself. "I suppose I should say that he is the one being accompanied."

Then, the sounds of footsteps can be heard walking down the curved stairs of the foyer. Cloud left the sitting room to face said noise, and Aerith followed. The maid only stood behind the blonde as he confronted the same woman she saw naked in bed with Zack not too long ago.

"Cissnei, what are you doing here?" Cloud asked.

The woman, who donned wavy, red hair and a worn grey dress, did not respond to him. Instead, she simply played with a pearl necklace that hung around her neck.

"Zack, gave that to you?" Cloud remarked with a hint of displeasure in his voice. She nodded, "He wanted me to have it. So it's not stealing."

The woman with jade eyes saw the pretty maid that stood behind Cloud and pointed towards her, "A maid? Make yourself useful and prepare me—"

"She is not preparing you anything!" Cloud yelled. Quickly he took hold of her arm and pulled her towards the front door.

"Unhand me! I have a right to stay at this house and you're not allowed to stop-!"

"You have no rights here!" He opened the front door that lead out into the freezing porch. "You're just a prostitute who is in over her head. Zack paid you for the night with that necklace didn't he? You'll be able to sell it and make a fine fortune, wouldn't you. I suggest purchasing class when you do!"

She tried her hardest to break free from his grasp, but Cloud only tightened his grip.

"You'll see! You'll see of what's to come of you when I marry Zack then you and your precious tavern tramp can eat shit!"

Aerith jolted upwards when having witnessed the blonde male strike Cissnei on to the freezing wooden floor that was outside. The redheaded woman smothered her pained face with her hand, but just before she can retaliate and strike Cloud with her own two fists, Cloud slammed the heavy door to her face. The two inside could hear the repeated pounding of the door caused by the angered woman.

"Go clean up the mess in the sitting room, I'll check on Zack." Cloud said breathlessly.

Aerith nodded quickly, as she walked to the family room.

"Aerith." she heard him say through the walls.

"Yes?"

"I had to do what was best, understand?"

"Yes."

She heard footsteps climbing on the coiling stairs and nothing more.

"What are you doing?" The blond asks.

Zack stood in front of his vanity mirror, buttoning a clad white shirt just under his collar bone. He then began to comb his dark locks of hair with his fingers, adjusting them to frame his boyish face.

"I'm going out to cut some wood for the fire place in the kitchen. We seem to be running out of it. What else are we going to heat up our water with? I'm not always as incompetent as you make me seem."

The ravened man walked towards his bed, taking a pair of noir slacks that he would quickly don over his legs with.

"You know what I mean?" The blonde said aggravated.

Zack sighed.

"What the hell were you thinking? No, do you even think at all?"

He began to tuck the edges of his pants down neatly into his solid black boots he wore on occasions such as this. Then, he tucked in the bottom of his shirt down his slacks to create a more alluring look to his developed figure.

"One day that prostitute is going to be the end of you and your family Zack."

"No she is not."

"Yes she is! She is walking out of this house with your families jewels and what's worse you can get infected!"

Zack quickly hooked Clouds collar causing the blond male to hover inches off the ground. He gasped for air when Zack slammed his back against the decorative tripartite wall.

"That won't happen you hear me?! I won't get infected! Not ever!"

Cloud tried to speak, yet his voice sounded hoarse, "Prostitutes . . . like her . . . carry . . . diseases around . . . and passes them on . . . to unsuspecting men." Zack throws him down onto the hard floor; the blonde comforting his throat.

"She is like a rat that carries the plague. Zack, the Geo Stigma discriminates no one."

"Shut your mouth! What do you care? All you want is money! You call me a greedy man, but look at you! You who wants his life filled with luxuries and pleasure with that wench! You spineless hypocrite!"

Before he could yell at him anymore Zack rushed out of his room, leaving a barely fazed Cloud behind. What he said was true, but he can't help but try to persuade his old friend out of an impending doom.

On the first floor, Aerith was just about done on cleaning the sitting room when she heard loud footsteps climbing down the stairs; then, the front door being slammed rather harshly. She peeked outside from a huge window when she say Zack walk across a small road and disappear behind an extension of the mansion. (Another building, but connected with the mansion)

From then on Cloud never went down to talk to her. She spent the majority of her time cleaning the first floor when suddenly she heard the front door being knocked. Setting down her duster right next to marbled bust she walked near the front door but stopped to see if Cloud would come down and help her with the unexpected guest, but he never did.

Aerith pulled the massive door to reveal a woman that was sheltered in a wool like cape and hood. For the moment she couldn't see her face.

"Yes?" Aerith greeted rather cautiously.

"Is . . . Mr. Strife present?"

Aerith gave her a confused look.

"Cloud?" She asked again.

Then, she realized. "Oh right, Cloud. He's upstairs at the moment," She widened the entrance to invite the woman in, "I can't leave you out here in the cold. Come in, I'll go fetch him for you."

Aerith walked the woman inside and into the recently cleaned sitting room.

"You can sit by the fire."

"Thank you, the winter time can get cold in Gongaga. But it is not as cold than where I'm from."

Aerith handed her a thin blanket out of kindness and as a result the woman felt comfortable enough to pull down her hood exposing her doll like face and dark locks of hair.

"Are you . . . a friend of Cloud's?

"You can say that," she remarked.

"Alright. . . I'll go get him then."

Aerith climbed up the stairs, leaving the young woman to herself beside the warmth of the fire.

At first, Aerith didn't know where to look. But the mansions didn't have much where Cloud would hide. The only place that seemed fit for a man like Cloud is his own room. The girl walked over to a door and knocked twice hoping to be acknowledged by the blonde.

"Yes?" He answered.

"Cloud; there is someone here to see you."

She heard the knob being twisted and out came the blond wearing only is dress shirt, tie, straps, and slacks.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know," She responded, "It's a young woman with dark hair. She claims to know you."

With that Cloud sighed dramatically. "Alright, I'll be there shortly."

The young woman heard footsteps climb down the curved stairs. It was Aerith: "He'll be down shortly. Would you like some tea while you wait?"

"No thank you." She replied.

"Oh, well. He'll be down soon enough, call me if you need anything."

"Are you one of Zack's mistresses?" Asked the woman.

Aerith stood there motionless. "No, why would you think that?"

"Zack brings in thousands of women, if he keeps one around then that means he likes you. I want to believe that he found a sweetheart instead, but most the probable is a mistress."

Aerith denied, shaking her head, "No, I'm just a maid. To tell you the truth, he bought me in an auction."

"Did he?"

Aerith nodded. "Two nights ago in fact. Honestly, things have been quite a bout for me lately. I'm not used to being here, as you can see." Her voice sounded sweet but sad.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm just very protective of Cloud." The woman hastily replied.

Aerith sat on the far end of the seat that the woman was sitting on. "May I ask, why?"

"As you might already know, Zack has this habit of bringing in all these girls . . . I'm worried that Cloud might fall in to the same nature."

"Are you Cloud's um...?" the maid trailed off.

The woman smiled and laughed quietly to herself. "I am just a girl he promised to protect and take back home with him."

"His lover?"

The young woman smiled once more, wider this time, "My name is Tifa. Tifa Lockhart. What's yours?"

Aerith presented her hand,"I'm Aerith Gainsborough, a pleasure to meet you." Tifa took it as they both greeted each other.

"Hello Aerith. How long have you been a maid here?"

"Not too long, I just got here this morning."

"Oh."

"How long have you and Cloud been together?"

Tifa smiled, "As long as I can remember. Cloud and I are almost destined to be together, but ever since he started to be Zack's caddy, I feel that we've been slowly drifting apart. He brings in so many women and I sometimes feel jealous. We sometimes fight over it," she laughs, "Excuse me, I didn't mean to tell you our whole relationship."

"That's alright, is that why you came here? To talk to him?"

"Yes—"

"Hello Tifa." They both turned to find Cloud standing between the doors that opened the family room. He donned a green jacket that complimented the rest of his clothing. Slowly he walked over to Aerith.

"Aerith, it's been a while since Zack left to go chop up some wood. Be a dear and go give him some water."

"Yes, of course. See you some other time, Tifa." She excused herself and left the room, leaving both in an awkward silence, then:

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

Tifa stood up from her seat, "I came to talk to you."

"For what?" He retreated to the fire place, standing closely to the flames. He watched the embers dance with red life, his eyes fixated on them. When a pair of long milky arms wrapped around his back and ended before his chest. Her hands touched his broad chest as her face laid still against his clothed back.

"You know I love you?"

Cloud turned towards her, taking her hands within his, "And I Love you, but Tifa you have to learn to trust me. Trust me that I won't break your heart, and that someday we'll go back to Nibelheim together."

He touches her face with the back of his palm, which caused Tifa to bury her own within his broad chest.

"Cloud, I'm sorry. I know I should trust you more, but there's days when I can't stand it no more. I want to see my father; I want to go home . . . with you. "

He clenches her shoulders, "And I told you we will, just give me some time to gather all the money I can get. Just trust me on this, alright?"

"Cloud, "she reaches for his face and pulls him down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Cloud kissed her back, then stops, "I want to show you that I love you," He picks her off of the floor and gazes into her soft wine color eyes.

"You're not mad at me anymore?"

"No and I want to prove to you that I'm not infected."

He then takes her up the stairs effortlessly and into his room, locking the door automatically. The small hearth that was lit kept the room cozy, near it was a mattress fit for two people. He sat her down on the cushioned surface and before her he began to remove his clothes, starting with his upper body.

"See?" he said when he removed his own dress shirt, revealing a toned body. Tifa took it upon herself to graze her hand over his naked flesh. She tried to wear her face as if she was a serious doctor inspecting his body for any blemishes, black veins, or heavy bruising; but in reality, she couldn't help but look at him in a lustful manner. His skin was clean and smooth, no signs of infection what so ever.

Her hands traveled to his pecks, touching his taut nipples with her palms. She then moved them down his strong stomach, until her fingers grazed upon the upper cloth of his slacks.

"You look clean," she assured him.

"Are you some kind of doctor now?" he teased.

She shook her head, "No, I'm just a wench."

He removed her hands from his slacks then proceeded to remove them and his undergarments. "Take a closer look then." The way he was suspended to her caused a small urge within her. She extended her hands and took his naked hips in each one, pulling him to her and onto the bed. He smothered her with kisses as he tried to get himself more comfortable by gently lying over her body.

"See?" He whispers on her lips. "Now, let's take yours off, make sure you're not being hypocritical. "

"I'm not," she said as she pulled down her skirt and removed her white blouse and cape. "See?" She laid flat on her back, with her arms over her head and legs bent upwards. She shows him her body without a care in the world.

He then eagerly touches her in the most sinful of ways. First her breasts, then stomach, legs, calves, and pubic area.

"Ah, please don't tease me!" She spoke as she covered his perverted hand with her own.

"You're right I shouldn't," he laid his naked body onto hers, grinding her most sensitive area with his. "Let me just make love to you. I've missed this so much."

She nodded, "Me too," but squealed when he decided to grope her massive breasts together in order to pump his member between them. "Ah, Cloud!" She moaned at his actions, yet he only continued at a faster rate.

Cloud . . . He can be very libido when he wants to be . . . She thought to herself.

"Stick your tongue out," he demanded and she did. This caused her tongue to repeatedly dab his sensitive head with her own wet saliva. His taste was evident in her mouth; all she could do is flick her wet tongue at his head every time he drew near. Until he spilled his load on her breasts and chin, Cloud removed himself from her.

Then, Tifa sat up, while pushing her lover onto his back, "I want more of you," she said before she took his whole member and started to pump the heated flesh. All Cloud could do was hum in delight. "Take me in your mouth then". She obeyed, as she did, her wetness overwhelmed her woman hood and so did his own cock with her own spit and his trickling seed.

"Cloud, I can't take it anymore!" she said with a breathless voice.

"Neither can I," the blonde spoke through his teeth. The woman took his length with her hand and steadied herself over it. Slowly she made it go through her wet genital thus letting out a squeal of delight. Cloud took hold off her sizable breasts as she hopped in place numerous times with his penis still inside her, causing him to moan vigorously.

Soon they moaned together simultaneously as their afternoon of love making intensified.

Supported by a silver tray, Aerith took a glass and pitcher filled with water to Zack. At first it would be difficult to find him, but she remembered the small road that he took as he left the building. The air was getting colder as the day was drawing to an end. The whole area was turning darker and darker by the minute, perhaps she should just let him in rather than letting him out in the dark too long. It felt an eternity to find him however; the dirt road that he trailed off to seems endless, until she heard sounds of repeated knocking off in the distance that her pace increased.

Now, she saw him clearly. He was throwing an ax onto large pieces of logs in order to make wood for the fireplace. She noticed that he was topless, using the cold air to cool him off.

"Zack," she said.

He didn't stop; his pace was fast, chipping off pieces of wood into the air.

"Zack."

He didn't slow down.

"Zack!"

He slammed down the sharp object onto a stump before him and stopped, his blue eyes darted at Aerith. She stood still, as if paralyzed by his gaze.

He smiled, "Hey Aerith!" he bellowed waiving his free hand.

She composed herself, "I brought you some water."

"Oh," he started walking towards her, leaving the ax behind. "Thank you."

She filled the glass with water and so he removed it from the tray. He was close to her, so close that the smell of his sweat tickled her nose. His sent was strong and masculine, for some reason she felt a huge wave of emotion come through her. Her eyes then followed the glass as he took it in his lips. He drank the water with such thirst that he hung his head back showing his Adams apple go up and down as he drank. Not only that but he still hasn't composed his breathing enough to calm his bouncing chest.

Her eyes admired everything about his torso. He was so muscular, so clean, and smooth. His scent was driving her almost mad, something she was not familiar to. Beads of sweat can be seen gliding down his pectoral muscles and stomach. Her eyes where at his belly button when—

"Like what you see?"

She gasped but he laughed as he placed the glass back on the tray.

"It's getting dark," she tried changing the subject. "Perhaps its time for you to be heading inside?"

She turned her back on him dismissing the thought that Zack can play rough. He grabbed her left elbow pulling her towards him, because of that the contents on the tray slipped out of their place and broke as they touched the hard ground.

"Zack!" she yelled as he smothered her with his arms against his heaving chest.

"Come on," he remarked.

Aerith tried freeing herself from his embrace, but he only held her tighter. His sent was being rubbed on her hair and clothes as their bodies touched each other. She fidgeted and squirmed but she couldn't break free.

"Zack stop!"

"Come on Aerith, give me a kiss," he said as he brought his hand under her chin and puckered his lips. To retaliate on what he was about to do Aerith slapped him across the face, as a result he threw her down on the ground, causing her skirt to lift off from its normal position.

She landed thighs first but pain was not evident. She looked at him with an enraged look on her face, "What are you doing?! I am your employee not someone you can play with!"

He stared blankly at her for just a second then he rolled his blue eyes, shaking his head, "You can play hard to catch as long as you want." He knelt before her, "But I can guarantee you, I will get what I want. And what I want is you."

She looked deep into his eyes, "I won't let you."

"Hmm, as I recall, I am the one who bought you. I am entitled to do whatever I feel like to you," he drew closer to her; hovering his lips over her ear. "I can make you do whatever I want sweetie. I'll put you on my bed and you wouldn't be able to do a thing," he grazed his large hand over her exposed thigh, "and you'll enjoy it. That, I promise."

Once again she strikes his face with her free hand causing more impact than before. After which she ran as fast as she could inside. All Zack could do was watch his prey run away, yet he smiled, one day she'll be under his charm.

He walked back to his ax, ignoring the broken glass and abandoned tray, he continued to chop wood.

When that day comes, he thought, I'll definitely make her squeal with delight.