**Again, Characters are not mine. I take no credit for them**

ROUGH PLAY, TURNED INTO FOREPLAY

"Fuck you," Tifa muttered.

"Oh. I intend to. Question is how little will it take until you give in?" Sephiroth eased up on Tifa. His busy hand found its way center of her shirt and slowly he pulled down the zipper, at the same time explaining, "I tell you what Ms. Lockhart, you tell me to stop and I'll release you, allow you to go home and tell pretty boy what happened here or…" The zipper was pulled free and Tifa's vest laid opened, revealing a white cut up tank top beneath. Sephiroth compressed himself further in between Tifa's legs, not shying away the fact that he was hard. He kept an arm stretched down with open palm into the mattress just aside Tifa's head to support his upper body. Fingers pressed into the center of her neck and was held in an arch. With it tilted he brushed a thumb over her chin, "… I keep going, make you cum, release you, allow you to go home and you can keep this our dirty little secret," His grin was from ear to ear. "Perhaps you'll tell him either way… watch him fall apart. Will you find pleasure in that, having that affect over the frail minded?" He stared down at her, his cynical smile expressing amusement. He whispered, "then that would make you no different from me. The Irony…" He looked up and for that brief moment, closed his eyes. A deep inhale into his lungs, he than exhaled through his dark lips, with a slight groan of excitement that trailed just from the idea of it all.

Tifa said nothing. Instead, she squirmed beneath him and tried to pull herself away, with very little effort.

He looked back upon her face, "Oh, I get it. You want a fight. That's ok. I like it rough as well." Sephiroth pushed himself off and drew Tifa up by her vest, than threw her aside into the headboard. Her body ricocheted off the headboard and landed with a single bounce above the mattress. She groaned in pain. It was all the reaction she could give for Sephiroth hastily hopped onto the bed and onto his knees. He grabbed Tifa by her arms and barbarically slid her right back underneath him. He reached behind himself and telekinetically called his sword, unsheathed, into his open palm. In an instant he sliced down the valley of Tifa's chest. Her tank top split in half and on the surfaced of her skin was a long fresh cut that ended just a bit above her navel.

Tifa was at a disadvantage. Her body, (her weapons), were pinned down; taken from her. She laid frozen. Relapsed into a young helpless girl, instinct bade her to shut her eyes, anticipating the death blow. Her breath was held. Then nothing happened, at least not what she had predicted. The sword and its sheath fell onto the carpeted floor with a slight thump. Sephiroth assured her, "Don't worry. It's only a surface wound." As if he cared. The abrasion bleed very little. It was nothing more but a mere scratch. Suddenly, Tifa felt moisture along the gash. One after another, Sephiroth streamed kiss upon kiss right over his personal marking and as he got closer to her navel Tifa's body betrayed her. It did not reject him. It did not feel disgusted. The sensation was enchanting. Her back arched. Her chest rose into his lips. He raised his eyes, but couldn't see her face over her breast. However the reaction of her body told him she had given in. "That didn't take long now did it," a wicked smile on his face.

Of course it didn't take long. It had been some time since she had gotten that kind of attention and it wasn't exactly as if her enemy was horrifically disfigured. He was beautiful with a body of perfection. Goosebumps surfaced throughout Tifa's body as his warm breath spilled over her skin. "Just shut up," she muttered to this irresistible villain, "And do what you," she wanted to say, but her pride was great and she refused to provoke him any longer. She did not want to give him the satisfaction, that he can make her feel that way regardless of who he was and all that he had done. The image she had of him and his persona was all ready to be set in stone. This wasn't fair.

Sephiroth raised his head at her response. He grasped the open sleeves of her vest and pulled her up through them, forcing her to sit up. Her face close to his. His mouth closely over hers, "You're ordering me?," he questioned with a hint of sarcasm. Tifa stared strongly into those cat-like hues, than surprisingly, for whatever reason it may be, she gave a coy smile. Sephiroth pressed his lips into hers and kissed her hard. She did not object to this. The nature of it gave a different kind of feeling, as if she was desperately wanted. Tough girl; very soft lips. Cold man, yet his lips were warm, smooth, alluring towards other things. Lips parted as Sephiroth took in Tifa's upper lip, tracing it with the tip of his tongue; sucking on it. Tifa did the same, taking in his bottom lip, outlining it with the tip of her tongue, biting into it… ruthlessly! And as Sephiorth pulled away she ripped through it with her canine.

A backhanded smack sent Tifa crashing onto the floor. The force of it shot her out like a canon she rolled along the carpet, until her body crashed into the door. Subconsciously she held her sprain wrist that was once again throbbing. Within that time Sephiroth scrambled from the bed and was coming for her. Tifa pushed off the floor as fast as she could and took an offensive stance. That maniacal laughter erupted yet again. He spat blood onto the carpet as he looked to her, standing there in the essence of a full blown maniac; slow to step forward with long controlled breaths. "You want to continue this charade Lockhart. Well… this should be fun."

Sephiroth charged at her with a full right swing. Tifa blocked it, shoving his arm away as he hit the outside of her forearm. She gripped his elbow, using it as leverage, and raised her right foot, aiming to kick the side of his ribs, but her foot was caught, trapped by his bicep and forearm. He spun her and slammed her into a wall. Immediately Tifa took a blow to the gut. Tifa spewed over, Sephiroth was ready to take the advantage and uppercut her. Tifa sucked up the nauseated feeling and quickly defended herself by blocking his hit and freeing her leg with a forceful spread of her arms. His upper half was fully exposed. She abruptly and brutally plunged her forehead into the bridge of his nose. Sephiroth shouted and staggered back in a bit of a ditz, temporarily disabled. He brought both hands to his aching nose. The blood could be seen gushing through his fingers. He snapped it in place. Tifa took no time, dropping to the floor and slipping her foot across his ankle, knocking him onto his back. She jumped on him and straddle his waist. Her piercing gaze was full with hatred, even in this compromising position, but instead of pounding away at him as she did before, she lowered her head and ravished him with a relentless kiss.

His blood smeared across his face, along her lips, she did not care. This unexpected act of sexual aggression to and from Tifa Lockhart, she made clear to Sephiroth that this was her choice and he was to comply to her demands with nails digging into the muscles of his arms, declining him to touch her, but a man of such power would never be that submissive. Her belligerence and defiance only added fuel to his groin.

From his shoulders he pushed his upper body off the floor. As tongues swirled and lavered up every bit of each distinctive taste, Sephiroth's fingers gripped at her torn clothing and savagely pulled it off her. He grasped her hands and pulled her nails free from his flesh. His lips parted from hers and like a hungry animal he milked her breast for all she was worth, sucking and nipping on her nipples till they plumped and soften in soreness. Tifa's head was thrown back in a desperate moan of relief. Her fingers were lost in his hair, holding his head tightly over her breast.

Sephiroth was so hard his manhood was ready to rip right through those sweats. Too much clothing interference. Not able to take the pressure anymore, he spun Tifa onto her back, hitting the floor with a thud. He had no patience to take things casually, pulling her under clothing, altogether in one, complicated, swift. His sweats were pulled to his knees, than he bent forward, pummeling into her wet hole. Tifa screamed from both pleasure and pain. An animalistic groan bellowed from his throat as he pounded away, thrusting her vigorously. The back of her waist was held at an arch while Sephiroth used his other arm to support himself.

No! What was she doing? It had felt so good, but it had went against everything she had ever stood for. Her eyes opened to see this evil silver haired God have his way with her and she was allowing him to. She had actually given him permission. She was the one who had open up for him and she was enjoying it. Guilty. She had started to feel guilty. Looking for an alternative, she slithered away, only to roll onto her hands and knees. Her ass raised, like a feline in heat, inviting, Sephiroth gripped her hips and pulled her pulsing pussy towards his glistening manhood. It was swallowed whole in one thrust. Tifa dropped onto her elbows and buried her face into the carpet to muffle her moans.

Tifa thought she could make this as shameless to herself as possible. Imagine another man. Cloud. Yes, Cloud. She had moaned his name. It was not pleasing to Sephiroth's ears. With a handful of her hair he pulled her up till she was only on her knees, than pulled towards the side which forced her to turn her head, eventually her entire body as well until she was facing him. He seized her by her elbows and lead her onto his lap. As she climbed he dropped a hand to hold his dick steady, by the base, than forced her down on his shaft. It felt as if he was at the pit of her stomach. She hissed in anguish and his dick pulsated with arousal. From her elbow he caressed her cheek, than gripped it painfully. He commanded, "Open your eyes. Know who you are fucking." The soreness from her cheeks indeed had her spring her eyes open and just as she opened them he started the grinding for her, pushing her waist up and slowly, but strongly, pulling her back down.

She was now staring into the eyes of a world wide killer. He stared back. His clutch loosened. Tifa now rode him of free will. The vicious pace begun once again. She slammed down and rocked her hips at the base each time. It had hurt so bad, but gradually found relief as it progressed into desire. Her cries in pleasure were convincing enough Sephiroth could now let go and he grinned, for he knew there was no comparison. Tifa was well aware she was not with Cloud. She could no longer pretend even if she tried. She drowned herself into those cat like hues and when they had disappeared with the tilt of Sephiroth's head back, expelling a satisfied sigh, Tifa lost control. She sang no other name, but his, "Sephiroth," clearly and pleasantly as she came.

Sephiroth resumed his control over her and grasped her arms, continuing her tired body to motion up and down on his dick, maintaining the momentum. He pulled her chest into his. Brushed his cheek along side hers, with his ear near her lips. That deep, exotic, sophisticated tone demanded, "You need me Tifa. Say it." She said nothing. He growled, "Say it!" Never had Tifa thought commands could be abused this way. She was beginning to lust. As another wave of an orgasm washed over her, she held his shoulders tightly and whimpered into his ear, "I need you… Sephiroth." With his final thrust Tifa bucked at his waist. She fought to get off him before he overflowed her with his seed, but he detained her until the last of his load filled her insides.

Perspiration from both bodies mixed. Tifa had rested her head over his shoulder, equally silent as their bodies relaxed. Tifa did not want her mind to dwell on what just happened. She knew later she'd be too ashamed to reminisce, but Sephiroth would soon not allow her to forget either. He was gentle as he pushed her away, just a bit, by her shoulders, more so that they could see eye to eye, where he could get a last look of her naked breast. His fingertips glided along the slash he made down her chest, eyes following with such attentiveness. His hand paused just below her navel. His cyan eyes traveled back to her face. The coldness had shortly returned, looking into those amber eyes. He pressed his palm firmly into her lower abdomen, than sneered, "I will never be a memory." The martial artist's eyes widen in fear as she just realized what they had truly done! Her hands quickly fell to her stomach right over his hand.