When Life Gives You Lemons

Alright there was no clear winner, simply because not many people posted… so I picked three that I'm going to do from those suggestions, and if I don't get more votes, then that will be all I do and I'll close this little project. This one is CidxShera, then I'm going to do AerithxSephiroth, and probably BarretxElmyra since they all deal with characters I haven't done yet. If you really want one done, take a hint from the Reefie shippers and flood my inbox with votes of a specific pairing.

The whole purpose is to have romantic lemons that A) happen after something bad has happened (a lemon in life so to speak) and B) something sweet to lessen the bitter taste. Each ficlet will have a something hard to deal with, and a theme of something sweet. I am taking requests, so the pairing that gets the most votes within the comments will be the next one I do! There are a few exceptions, no FF7 yaoi… I don't do it, and no Shelke because of the whole pedophile thing. This it the only time you'll get me to do a lemon between character pairing I don't like! Get it while it's hot! Submit requests only to my comment box; pm's will not count, and be sure to include all of the following

Pairing:

Lemon:

Sweetness:

This is a LEMON, it contains sexual situation between Cid and Shera Highwind. It's also kinda angsty… oh and this is Cid we're talking about, expect cussing!

Pairing: CidxShera

Lemon: Miscarriage

Sweetness: Lemon Drops

Point of View: First person, Shera

My Family

There was nothing I wanted more, to hold a baby made out of a love that I never thought would be returned. I could remember everything leading up to this moment, the way my Captain whispered in my ear, a self satisfying smirk, then we were back to trying to make a baby. I had been madly in love with him since we were in the space program together, his strength, passion and rugged looks made quite a few of the female members of his flight crew grow an attachment. Cid Highwind was a sexy man, if you liked the kind of man he was. And I did, so completely I was ready to give my life so he could get to space. After that, I was indebted to him; I'd made him loose his dream, and I had no problem taking the abuse for it. I deserved it, but I knew something was wrong, and I'd rather have his wrath on me forever then have him die in an accident. That malfunction with the tank didn't get better when Shinra left the rocket there to rot, and when I heard the Captain was going to stop the plot to blow up Meteor, I couldn't stay behind.

We all survived though, and Cid took me aside when we got back to Gaea in one piece, and apologized. I accepted, and could feel some sort of hope stirring in the deep recesses of my mind. Maybe there was hope for me, and my romantic side. I never expected him to come to me a week before Meteorfall, looking for his reason to fight. The members of their ragtag group were facing Sephiroth, it could have been the last time I ever saw him, and I couldn't keep my emotions in check. I blurted out to him, in a very undignified manner, just how much I'd come to love him over the years, and after that he'd crushed me against him, taking me in a hard and passionate kiss. He was all I knew that night, and he promised that he'd be back, and that he'd save the planet in the process. I didn't worry at all from that point out, knowing that he was a man of his word, and he'd seen space, there was nothing holding him back. That week I took a long time thinking about just what the Captain and I had done, and how completely natural it felt, to be pressed against him, to kiss and caress his skin… I never wanted another man to touch me after that.

A week later, Sephiroth was defeated and Meteor stopped, and after days of celebrating and helping with recovery missions, a very tired, very happy Cid came home, and we made love for a whole day. I'm sure he would have wanted to go on after that, but he passed out from exhaustion half way through the forth time. He asked me to marry him a few months later, and we did, inviting all his friends to the lovely ceremony we held in the sakura groves outside Wutai, all at Yuffie's insistence, and three weeks after the ceremony I found out I was pregnant.

My pilot husband hadn't known how to take it at first, he was a little shocked, and doubted his own abilities, but after a few days he got used to the idea and was really happy, taking the spare room that used to be mine and starting the renovations to change it into a nursery. He came with me to every doctor's appointment, holding my hand and asking questions the whole time. He stuck to me like glue, treating me like a fragile flower that couldn't even take a stiff breeze. I would get a little annoyed with him sometimes, but still, in my heart I was happy… it was sweet how he was doting on me.

I can't help but sigh as I continue to stare out the window, sucking on my lemon drop and watching Cid yelling orders so they could finish the repairs to his newest ship, affectionately named after me. It had been four months since I miscarried the baby, and my husband was still scared to touch me. I was starting to wonder how big my family would really end up being, they still didn't know why the baby hadn't been viable, but the loss of the pregnancy had hit the pilot hard, maybe even more then anyone realized.

I found myself sighing again, popping another of my favorite candy in my mouth before moving back to washing dishes, trying not to slip into a depression again. Normally I tended to be a pretty positive person, but not since it happened, and it probably had to do with the fact Cid looked at me with something I'd never seen from him… pity. He felt bad, and even though he never smoked around me anymore, somehow he just knew that his habit had caused this. I didn't even want to think about that, because I didn't want to blame him, it just hadn't been meant to be…

But then why did I feel so horrible?

The tears come again, and I couldn't stop them, but this time they were worse then they had been in weeks. I tried to keep up with my chores, but I couldn't even see through the tears, and I didn't even hear the door open behind me. When I felt the hand come down on my shoulder, I started, dropping a knife and cutting my hand pretty badly when I jumped, causing me to panic a bit. I could deal with most things, but my own blood was not one of them.

"Shit Shera!" I heard Cid from behind me and I clutched my hand closed as he turned me around, roughly taking the hand and balling a dishtowel around the wound, before he pulled me into the hall bathroom. "What in th' hell 're ya doin'? Tryin' ta bleed yer self ta death." He frowned more at me as he placed me rather gently on the toilet and grabbed the first aide kit, tending to the wound with a bandage and Cure spell. Once I wasn't bleeding anymore, he pulled me into a fierce hug, holding me close in a protective way. "I ne'er used ta scare ya jes' by touchin' ya… sorry…"

I found my head was shaking just as fervently as he was hugging me, and I looked up into his concerned and saddened eyes, "I thought, after what happened, you didn't want to touch me anymore. Loosing the baby was bad enough, but I can't loose you too…"

I watched as his lips parted a bit, and a shaky breath escaped and ran over the tears on my cheeks, causing my skin to chill slightly. "Hun, th' Doc told me I had ta be careful with ya… he said I could hurt ya worse… you ain't gonna loose me, ya hear me?"

I felt him move my face so he could look in my eyes, and I saw a passion there that I found myself warming at instantly. It seemed like years since he looked at me like that, and I kissed him, letting go of all the fears I'd been clinging too for months. I felt him pick me up, and leave the bathroom, heading for our room. His kisses were passionate and demanding, and during that kiss I came to realize just how much he'd been holding back since he thought he'd hurt me further. Once I was laying on my back, my pilot pulled back and smiled a bit, his tongue snaking out of his mouth just a bit to taste his lips. "Lemon drops again, huh?" He whispered to me, and I smiled a bit in response.

"Yeah, some things are even better then tea."

He snorted a bit, "oh yeah, like what?"

"Lemon drops, flying… and you… you are much better then tea."

I felt a relief spread over me when he laughed softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a bit before pressed his lips to mine again, this time his motions were more gentle, his calloused hands running under my shirt, his hand coming to rest on my belly. The Captain pulled back and looked into my eyes, his fingers running over my skin. "We'll try agin, an' keep tryin' 'til we git it right." The smile that pulled at my mouth must have been huge, because my husband looked a bit surprised at first, but it only lasted a moment before he pulled my shirt off. A giggle escaped when he tickled my neck with his whiskers, his mouth attacking any skin he could find.

"Aren't your boys going to be lost without you, Captain?"

Cid didn't stop his exploration, and from his position over me, I could tell he'd been waiting a long time for me to be all right, because normally his libido was insatiable. The hardness against my thigh made it obvious that he didn't care about his crew at the moment, but I still had to ask. He mumbled his answer between freeing me from my bra and pulling his own, grease streaked shirt off. "Yer more 'portant ya know…" I giggled softly, but the laugh turned into a gasp as I felt his hot mouth close over my nipple, his tongue attacking the nub of nerves with no mercy.

My body responded, arcing against him and I managed to move my hand to his head, slipping his goggles off his forehead and setting them carefully on the nightstand so they didn't get damaged, and he returned the favor with my glasses. Once the breakables were out of the way, he pulled my skirt up and nearly tore my panties away in his fervor. He kept his mouth where it was, but moved his hand down, moving it under my skirt and slipping his fingers inside my folds, teasing me with the tip of his finger. After not being touched like that for four months, just after a few moments I could feel myself become slick, and his fingers probed deep inside my core, with gentleness I hadn't really ever felt from him before.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his wavy hair, pulling him back up to kiss me again. He did, taking my mouth for a ride of it's own, then did something new with his fingers and sent my body into violent spasms, starbursts going of behind my eyelids. I called his name, probably pretty loudly at the apex of my orgasism, which caused him to chuckle rather seductively. When my eyes opened, Cid was smirking at me with a rather proud look on his face, and I giggled a bit.

"So where did you learn that one?" I was curious, I had to know which of his younger mechanics had given him that little piece of information.

The pilot chuckled and started to kiss my neck again, "Ya pro'ably dun wanna know."

I raised my eyebrows, "just tell me it wasn't Reno." The red haired Turk was well known for his female exploits, but for some reason it just wasn't something I wanted to think about.

"Shit no Shera, yer mad. Do ya e'er see me say more'n two words ta that scum? Actually…" He put on a thoughtful face, which was rather comical on my man of action, which caused me to laugh again. "It was Vince."

I know my eyes must have been as big as saucers. For one thing, the thought of Vincent and my husband talking about sex with their significant others was shocking enough, but the fact that Vincent knew something that Cid did… that really threw me for a loop. "Since when did you talk to Vincent about your sex life?"

"Blame th' brat… she started on this whole conversation, the' 'course I had ta know th' secret. So I got ol' Vince shitfaced, then he was more'n happy ta oblige." After that, I couldn't help but laugh out loud; the mental pictures that accompanied that story were just too much. I looked back up to my wonderful husband, only to see a rather soft look on his face.

I reached up and brushed my fingers down the side of his face, a loving gesture I just couldn't get enough of. "What is it Captain…" I whispered softly to him, wondering what was making him so pensive.

"Jes' hav'nt seen ya laugh in months… I missed it."

I felt on the verge of tears again, so I pulled him close and whispered, "I love you," before relieving him of his pants and taking him in my hand. Cid let out a rather sexy groan at the feeling of my motion, and he moved his hips, trying to get more friction.

"I love ya too, Shera…" I ran my thumb over the head of his hardness, pulling another strangled cry out of him, then he pulled my hand away and moved up, placing himself at my entrance. "But yer gonna drive m'crazy with that fuckin' shit."

With a long stroke, he buried himself inside me, filling me up so completely, as only he could. I felt myself stretch to accommodate his rather impressive girth, and it hurt from disuse, but only for a few moments. Once he was all the way in, he stopped, just sitting inside me for a few moments, looking down at me to make sure I was all right.

In truth, I was more then all right. Since I'd lost the baby, I hadn't felt connected with anything, and I knew I was pushing myself deeper and deeper into a depression that I didn't want, but couldn't help. In just a few words and motions, my wonderful husband had caused me to realize that yes… I'd lost the baby, and yes it was really sad, but life wasn't over… we weren't over, and we would try again, and succeed. I tilted my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist and smiled serenely at him.

"Please make me come Captain," I whispered, so seductively I surprised myself, but that was all he needed to know that I was fine, and he could pound away.

And pound away he did, his thrusts were long and hard, I knew he was trying to make it last as long as he could, since four months had been a long time, but after several minutes of that, he couldn't take it anymore and he moved my legs to rest on his shoulders and he started to speed up. The position he had me in caused my opening to constrict, sending the sensations for both of us off the scale. I looked up and watched him, his face locked in fierce concentration, his hair damp from sweat and falling down into his eyes. I knew he was getting close, his jaw set and his lips were pulled into a grim line, and his thrusts were starting to get a bit erratic. I knew he was going to come before me, but that didn't bother me at all, since he'd satisfied me with his hand. But then he shifted up just a bit, and moved his now free hand to my belly, and he pushed just a bit there, pressing my front wall down on his cock, and I felt my body tense again, my hands balling the quilt of our bed up in my hands, a rather strangled cry escaping me as I climaxed again.

"Fuck… Shera…" Cid grumbled out, his own body locking up, and I felt him empty himself into my womb, the warmth of it adding to the sensation already, causing my body to shudder more. He managed not to crush me under his weight, propping himself up on his elbows and burying his face in my shoulder. "Tha' was… fuckin' amazin'…"

My arms encircled his shoulders and I giggled a bit, "You're all sweaty."

My pilot let out a deep chuckle of his own before kissing me again, and sliding his spent member out of me, before pulling me against his chest and lying down. "Yeah… been waitin' too long fer that… sorry iffn I shot off too soon."

I laughed again, kissing his chest, right over his heart, "you learned something else too, and did Vincent give you that pointer as well?"

"Nah…" I smile as my handsome husband scratched his head in thought, "got th' one from Spike."

I let out another chuckle and kissed him on the lips this time. "Cloud hm? Did you get him drunk too?"

"Nope, he'll talk 'bout it, but only if ya give him info back."

"Oh yeah?" I didn't know why this was so intriguing really, "what did you tell him?"

"Tha' trick I do with m'hips."

"Oh, lucky Tifa…" Whatever Cid did do with his hips sometimes was amazing… but it was still funny that the Avalanche guys shared sex tips. I guess that's just what guys do with their friends, but it was still a funny thought. "Will you take a nap with me?"

"Yeah," the Captain mumbled, half way asleep already.

.:xXx:.

One Year Later…

"Cid! Hurry!" The contractions were coming faster, we needed to get to the hospital, and yet Cid was still on the phone, letting everyone know it was time. I was trying to get my huge form through the door when my legs felt warm. "Cid! My water just broke!"

"Shit! Spike her water jes broke! Git ta Rocket Town! Gotta go!" I smiled a bit as he came back over to me, my pink over night back already on his shoulder. "Com'on hunny, we gotta go!" His eyes got big as my hand went to my stomach again, another contraction hitting me hard. He managed to get me into the car somehow, and to the small hospital, where my doctor was waiting to put me in a room.

Cid stayed with me the whole time, even though when it got bad, I'd taken to saying a few of the choice words that my husband was so found of using, not only that, but telling him how much I really hated men.

After 12 hours of labor, finally we both heard the healthy cry of our new baby girl. The nurse cleaned her up and swaddled her, placing the tiny bundle in her father's arms. Cid came down, leaning on the bed and looking down at his girls, a warm smile on his face. "Look wha' we did Shera… she looks jes like ya…"

I smiled, taking the baby who was rooting around for something to eat, and I couldn't help but let out a few tears at her perfect little face. "Ten fingers, and ten toes… god Cid, how did we make someone so perfect?"

"I dunno," he whispered, giving me a soft kiss, "but I said we'd do it til it was righ'… we did okay…" They took little Zeppelin to give her a check up, and my wonderful man looked at me with the most love in his eyes I'd ever seen. "Tha' was fucking' amazin'."

I nodded and put my hand on his lips, "you should started trying to tame your language though Cid, she'll grow up with a worse mouth then you." He chuckled a bit at that, and then pulled away. I could hear him all the way down the hall. "Hah! I got me the most perfect little girl in th' whole fuckin' world!"

I reached over to my night bag and pulled out a jar, popping a lemon drop into my mouth. I didn't really care if they could rot my teeth, because nothing was more right with the world.