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A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! I really appreciate them :) On another note, I hope you guys aren't confused on the whole Kefka having tan skin thing. It's kind of symbolic, but mostly it's just how I picture him before he went crazy – so when he's nice, sane Kefka, he's tan and pretty, but when he mean, crazy Kefka, he has the makeup on and he's all sharp looking. Just to clear that up. Also, an IMPORTANT message: there will be rated M chapters in this story – I just don't want to have to change the entire rating for a minority of chapter. So! Instead, I will post a warning at the top of each chapter so you guys can skip it if you don't really want to read. Anyway, hope you like!

Come Home to Papa

Prompt #4

Electricity

Warning: This chapter is rated M for light sexual content.

Terra paced outside Kefka's door, wringing her hands until her fingers threatened to fall off.

Last night, she'd struck lightning. Literally. In her room. Kefka had been helping her progress so much, she knew she'd be interested to hear about it.

But… she'd been half asleep, caught in a dream. A dream of kissing him.

Just a thought made her face flush like fire, and she blew out a breath, trying to calm herself. She couldn't tell him that!

She froze like a wild deer at the barrel of a gun as the doorknob turned, clicking as the door opened, and she was met with icy blue eyes.

"K-Kefka," she stammered, chilled to the bone from the ice in his gaze.

"I could hear you out here," he said, his voice cold and bored, and grungy from fatigue. "It's late; what do you want?"

Terra couldn't answer for a moment. She didn't understand – why did she feel this way around him? For so long, she hadn't felt anything, really. Until she'd started learning of her powers, she'd been veritably empty… Or was it until she'd met him?

He was staring at her expectantly. "Well?"

She tripped over her tongue before answering. "I-I made lightning."

His eyebrows raised infinitesimally. "You what?"

She swallowed. "Just a minute ago, back in my room… I was about to fall asleep and suddenly there was a bolt of lightning, and then it was gone. I… I think I did it."

"You think or you did?"

"I-I did. I did it."

"Hm." He regarded her for a moment, his eyes half closed but full of intensity that shot right through her. Finally, he stepped back and motioned for her to step inside.

She blinked, her eyes wide. He hadn't let her into his room for weeks now. Nonetheless, she didn't want to keep him waiting – he'd been losing his patience lately. She walked inside, holding back a flinch when he closed the door.

Without the light from the hall, the room was cast in shadows, nearly pitch black. Terra could feel him close behind her, but didn't turn, didn't move.

"Light the lamp," he commanded.

She shivered. "Now?" she asked. She wasn't calm enough, not around him, not when he was like this…

"Did it sound like a long-term request? Light the lamp."

Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and focused on fire: the warmth, the light, the flickering flames…

Nothing. Nothing at all.

"Do I need to say it again?" His voice was becoming a growl.

"No!" she said quickly, then lowered her voice. "No, no. I'll get it. Just a second…"

Focus, she told herself, balling her hands into fists. Fire. Embers. Flames. Crackling. Fire!

She could feel it in her blood, burning, boiling over, but the room was still dark.

Tears brimmed at her eyes and she gritted her teeth. Come on! Fire! Fire!

Kefka's fingers wrapped around her arms from behind and she gasped, flinching in surprise, heart racing. Images flashed through her mind – Kefka's tan, his glowing smile, the two of them by the river, kissing her…

"Relax," he said, and he sounded almost like he used to, soft and lulling. "You're high-strung, darling; you can't make magic like that."

Make magic… It sounded so thrilling when he said it. It sent a chill up her spine.

His hands traveled along her arms. "Breathe," he told her. "Concentrate."

How could she concentrate when he put his hands on top of hers like that? But she did her best, taking a deep breath, feeling her lungs expand, then emptying them.

"Good," he crooned, moving her hands across her abdomen, slowly. Her palms ran along the silk of her shirt and her eyelids fluttered, threatening to open. No, she thought firmly, shutting them tight. Concentrate.

Kefka kept talking, his voice low, right by her ear. "Feel the heat on your skin." His hands ran along her body, trailing down her narrow hips.

"Kefka," she breathed, struggling and failing to keep her eyes closed any more. "I can't focus when you're…"

"Focus?" he asked, as if he'd forgotten his initial command.

"On the fire…?" Terra reminded him.

"Fire, right." Suddenly, his fingers gripped her arms and spun her around to face him. His eyes locked with hers, intensity burning.

The lamp lit.

Kefka smirked, not once breaking eye contact. "What are you focusing on now?"

"You," she answered without hesitation.

"And when the lightning struck?"

"You."

He chuckled, running his hands along her back, pulling her close. "I'm feeling a recurring theme here, aren't you?"

Terra opened her mouth, but it seemed he didn't want an answer. His lips crashed down on hers like a tidal wave – she nearly felt one coming on but stopped the water before it flooded his room. One hand on the back of her neck, the other at the small of her back, she had no hope of moving away.

But she didn't want to. She was scared – she'd always been frightened of him lately – but his unpredictability thrilled her. He held her so secure, but she was afraid of falling; being with him was a never-ending adrenaline rush.

She responded to him like an animal reacting on instinct. She threw her arms around his neck, her tongue wrestling with his in the fierce liplock he'd created.

Her clothes came off like they wanted to be on the floor, and she didn't make a move to stop him. His hot fingers tickling her bare skin, his lips on hers – it was more than she'd ever imagined.

She didn't see it happen, but suddenly she was against the wall, Kefka's body pressing her there. His hands on her hips, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heart shuddering at the loss of gravity. The shudder worked its way through her body at the look in his eyes – they locked on hers, full of promise. A madman's promise.

The act was unfamiliar, unheard of to the esper girl, but it felt natural – as natural as moving, blinking, breathing. A carnal dance of gyrating bodies to the beat of grunts and yells, moans and sighs, names and name-calling and words that tickled her ears and others that sounded like breaking glass. His soft whisper, his heated commands, his raspy growl – he had as many faces as scuffs on the floor from heels, fallen objects, the bed frame that seemed to move with them and creaked with every thrust of the hips or switch of positions – and there were many.

Terra lay flat on her back, holding the thin sheets to her body, staring at the ceiling. She tried her best to fill her lungs, finding it took more effort than normal. The air was heavy, full of sweat, frustration, excitement, and regret.

She heard Kefka's easy breathing next to her. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice the normal, deep timbre she remembered. It almost made her smile.

But smiling didn't feel right. She didn't know what she felt. Her limbs felt charged, like static was speeding through her veins, but otherwise she was hollow. "I'm fine," she said, her own voice flat. It was like she had laid down in front of a Magitek machine and let it step on her.

The bed creaked, and Kefka turned to face her. She didn't face him, even when he stroked her hair, which had fallen loose from its tie. She figured she wouldn't find it again.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, or felt like he should, but he didn't. After a moment, he stood up and pulled on his underwear, grabbing his robe from where it had been thrown. He went to the other side of the bed and tapped her on the shoulder. "Come on," he said softly. "I'll take you back to your room."

Terra said nothing, just nodded. She got up like she was glued to his mattress, taking his hand and pulling her unwilling body up to stand. His eyes roamed over her naked body, as if they hadn't already seen enough of it, then he blinked and pulled his robe around her shoulders and tied the long belt around her slender waist.

The walk was short – after all, the living quarters in the laboratory were excruciatingly small – and Kefka took her hand before she went inside. He caressed her face, soft and sweet, nothing like the animalistic, bestial moments just before, and pressed his lips against hers.

Lightning struck the floor.

Kefka pulled back and they both stared at the smoking black spot on the ground. A familiar, boyish smirk lit up his features. "You weren't lying, huh?" he said, then patted her head and went on his way, turning a corner, and he was gone.

Terra entered her room, shutting the door behind her and laying on her bed, disregarding her covers and instead pulling the thick robe around her. She was surrounded by his scent. Nothing specific, just full of him. It was so much that she could choke on it, but she took it in, replaying everything as sleep enveloped her.

And in the darkness, lightning struck twice.