(Arianna's PoV)
A light. A glorious, mystical light. That was the first to meet Arianna's hazy vision as she came slowly out of unconsciousness. That's when she realized she had no idea where she was. She could not really even recall how she had blacked out.
All she did seem to remember was that pair of strong, slender arms. The arms... that were still holding her, firmly pressing just under her breasts. All right, she was starting to remember.
She took in a breath, when her "captor" gently kissed her neck, his beautiful silver hair falling across her chest. Heh. Oh, yeah. She remembered now.
Looking around her, without moving any muscles but her eyes, she surveyed her surroundings and was shocked to recognize the place.
They seemed to be immersed in a fantastic wood, every tree emitting that light that she had first seen. Just off to the right, there was also a beautiful pond as clear as glass. It seemed to glitter with a strange life all its own, even though there did not appear to be a single organism in the water. Beyond the pond was a giant sculpture, depicting a looming beast worshipped by peoples past.
She gasped lightly, whispering, "We're in the forgotten city!"
(Sephiroth's PoV)
Sephiroth chuckled, tracing his initials on Arianna's chest with his fingernail. "You seem to know this place well," he mumbled into her ear, his breath warm against it. The girl kept quivering, wave after wave of goosebumps rubbing rough against his own skin, driving him crazy. Of course, he'd never let Arianna know that she aroused him so easily. It would most likely give her a big head.
"I've always wanted to come here, but have never gotten the chance..." She stopped, because his fingernail's dancing on her feminine pectorals had caused her nipples to harden. Just when they began to look like Hershey's kisses under her shirt, she crossed her arms across her chest, hoping he wouldn't see. But it was too late. It was all over for her now.
He moved out from underneath her, so she wouldn't be able to notice how tough and springy he had become. Now all he had to do was wait. Wait and work his magic.
(Arianna's PoV)
"Um, Sephiroth?" Arianna began, her arms still folded across her chest. Dammit, how embarrassing.
"Yes," he cooed back, those beautiful Mako eyes locking onto her form. Holy shit, she already felt undressed.
"We haven't... uh... done anything, have we?"
He held out a hand to her. "No," he answered gently, pulling her up to her feet. Then his predatory instincts took him over, and he quickly interlocked her in his arms, her chest slamming up against his. The breath was knocked out of her.
"At least, not yet. I plan on changing that," he whispered gruffly, implanting his lips onto hers.
Arianna had quite a bit of trouble getting her oxygen back. Between the combination of realizing what Sephiroth's words really meant and the new, very active tongue that had just entered her mouth, she had pretty much forgotten how to breathe. When she did react, however, her breathing came fast, and it came hard.
Their tongues danced for what seemed like an eternity, more or less. Then that annoying brain function called a conscience started inwardly kicking her with ardour, squealing, 'Wake up, moron! Think about what you're doing!' At first she tried ignoring the nuisance, but it steadily occurred to her that maybe her philosophical pain in the ass was right.
She began to pull away, regretting every millimeter of contact that was lost between them. She tried to speak, but couldn't, because Sephiroth kept nibbling on her bottom lip, and she couldn't help but silently embrace the sweet tingling sensation.
When he did finally stop, her knees began to shake, and her eyelids fluttered. It was a good thing he was holding her so tightly, or else her nerves would have caused her to fall to the ground.
"Oh, Sephiroth..." she mumbled, laying her head against his chest. "This shouldn't be happening."
(Sephiroth's PoV)
"And why not?" he asked heavily, putting a finger under her chin, so that he could tilt up her head so she would have to look him directly in the eyes. Years of experience had taught him that his quarry was much more likely to succumb to him if their gazes were locked. He also knew that that was the exact reason why Arianna's eyes began to wander away from his face. She had cleverly calculated his tactics, and was now devising a way to resist them. Her own modest brilliance was making him desire her flesh all the more. "Explain to me what immoral act we're committing here."
"Well, I..." She hesitated, for he guessed that she understood that dissuading him from his prize would not be an easy task. He took the opportunity to stroke her bottom lip with his tongue, back and forth, up and down. He watched her pupils dilate from sheer deliriousness, and it made him ecstatic to have such a profound effect on this girl. But then she pulled away, hard this time, her eyes serious.
"You didn't let me finish," she declared forcefully. It greatly surprised him. "I barely know you, and..."
He interrupted her with a simple smirk, and it looked like she lost her train of thought. "Don't you think it's a little late to try and use that excuse?"
"Th-that's not all," she stammered, blinking a few times before continuing somewhat apprehensively. "I've never... actually... uhm..." Her face was redder than it had been when they had first met, a feat he hadn't thought possible.
(Arianna's PoV)
"You're still a virgin."
It wasn't a question, or an expression of surprise. It was a solid statement, as if he had known all along. That irked her. What, was it written across her forehead? Did it say something like, 'This loser can't get laid by anybody,' or, 'Screw this girl, please. You'd be the first!'?
"Am I that obvious?" she asked self-consciously. He chuckled softly, pulling her close again. She fought less and less, every move he made. He was persistent, and her resistance was draining. After all, he was a magnificent specimen, and he wanted her, obviously. She knew losing her innocence would happen sometime and somehow, voluntarily or involuntarily. So, why not now?
"I prefer it this way," he answered, running his fingers through her hair. It felt good on her sore scalp. "It will be much more memorable for the both of us."
"But..."
Then he scooped her up in his arms, and she felt helpless, like an infant, limp and poised above the ground. Helplessness scared her, a lot. And that look of vampiric hunger in his eyes didn't make her feel any braver, either.
"Arianna," he muttered huskily, "we both know that the animal attraction between us is incredibly strong, and neither of us is willing to deny it." That was true. "You resisting an animal urge is ultimately pointless. Whether your mind chooses yes or no, your body will dictate that the outcome is the same."
Arianna didn't respond. There was no way to.
"And," he added quietly, "if I was really intent upon damaging you, don't you think I would have by now?"
It was all over for her now. She sighed, losing most of her inhibitions, relaxing her body. She kissed that part of his chest that always seemed to be revealed in his suit, and realized just how firmly in shape he was. "I give up. It's not worth struggling anymore. Do your worst."
His next laugh was booming, much lower in pitch, as if it had come straight from his loins. That laugh made the previously dormant butterflies in her stomach flutter about wildly.
"I will," he said, grinning with sick triumph, bending down to lay her again in the velveteen grass. "But don't worry. I don't plan on hurting you... much."
She sucked in a breath, and that's when she noticed something incredibly strange about her suitor. His pupils were not the black spheres that changed circumference sizes as most do. Instead, his moved in such a way that it appeared that they caved in from the sides. They were unhuman. Catlike. She blinked a few times, reveling in the exotic feeling she got.
But then the time finally came, and he gently stripped her of her clothes, and her last defenses along with them. A beautiful gust of wind brushed across the land, so that Arianna, now suddenly chilled, curled up like a babe in the grass. The gesture made Sephiroth lick his lips.
When he undressed himself, which Arianna had always assumed was close to impossible, she tried to resist the urge, but ended up looking down at his member anyway. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped slightly. Holy... he... he was huge! And she thought his sword was long! No wonder he was so cocky all the time! Then she giggled nervously to herself. Cocky - BAAAD dirty pun.
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow. "Something I should know about?"
She was ashamed, and automatically tried sobering up. What was wrong with her?
"No," she cooed, pulling him down on top of her. His large stature seemed to completely engulf her. "It's just good to know that all your proportions are correct."
"Hmph."
Putting his right hand under her lower back for support, he took her right leg with his other hand and draped it around his waist, where it rested lightly on his left hip. Now she could feel the hot head of his arousal touching the entrance of the "cave" it was about to enter. Her breathing was coming fast again. She curled the toes of her right foot, and felt Sephiroth's gloriously thick hair inbetween them.
"I'm just warning you," she breathed into his neck, "I'm probably not very good. I haven't had any practice."
He didn't respond at first, but then he began to push ever-so-slightly, and whispered, "You talk too much. For once, experience and don't tell me what you experienced. Remember, I'm experiencing it too."
He quickly pushed harder, and it stung badly. The sharpness of the pain made her bite her lip. But she knew that a lot of experiences became sweet once the sourness wore off. So did a lot of hard candies.
(Sephiroth's PoV)
Sephiroth was glad that Arianna's eyes were closed. That way she wouldn't be able to see the sadistic giddiness in his eyes. He had known that taking her would be painful for her, but he couldn't have anticipated that piercing her innocence with his manhood would give him such a thrill.
With his first swift thrust, his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. He took in all her scents: her sweat, her fear, her excitement, her perfume. It smelled of geranium leaves. Beautiful, red geraniums. The red of heat. The red of passion.
'Listen to me,' he thought to himself, 'I sound like one of those sappy, uninteresting romance novels.' That's just what he needed. For his life to be a romance novel.
He began a steady repetitive motion, moving in and out of her at an upward angle, going slowly at first, then picking up speed when she responded positively to him. He planned on making the night last.
'Soak it up, girl,' he thought smugly to himself. 'You'll never have sex better than mine. I'll make sure of that.'
(Arianna's PoV)
Arianna had begun to make noises. Once the first inaugural pains had subsided, she couldn't help it. This was so much better than she had imagined.
She would never admit it to Sephiroth, but she had masturbated before, so she thought she had a vague idea of what sex would be like. She was dead wrong.
Masturbatory pleasure was a bit like rubbing two pieces of static cloth together. The indulgent friction would build and build until a spark was finally created. It was satisfying without much strenuous effort, but ultimately a temporary fix.
Loving a man, on the other hand, (or this man, anyway,) was different. The pleasure was poured on in hot, thick layers, like sweet molasses. Her body felt heavy while her head felt light. Once, she squeezed Sephiroth so hard with her legs that she could swear she'd get bruises on her thighs later. Ecstasy kept coursing through her body, one streak after another.
Then it came. She came. The orgasm was so strong, infact, that her body jerked in reflex, as if to say "enough" to her lover, who might be giving her too much pleasure. But his hold on her was strong, and he wasn't letting go for the world.
(Sephiroth's PoV)
Sephiroth felt the girl's body shudder with her first climax, and he thought it absolutely delicious. He knew that now, her first post-orgasmic impulse would be to separate from him, but he wouldn't allow it. He was going to exhaust their bodies, bring them both to their full physical potential.
He lowered his mouth to kiss her, when he saw that the euphoria had brought tears to her eyes. Without really thinking, he quenched the desire to lick the salty liquid off her cheeks, extracting a gentle moan from her lips.
The simple motion affected him so much more than he had expected. He had tasted her heart on his tongue, all the pleasure and pain she had ever gone through. There was more pain than any other emotion. Suddenly, his chest ached for the seemingly vulnerable beauty. The girl's quiet strength and good will towards most made him realize that she deserved a much better life than she currently had.
He continued his enraptured movements, making her climax twice more, until he finally came himself. He was more peaceful than he had been in years.
Slipping himself tenderly out of her, he hugged her close, now sure about his decision. He was taking her home with him.
(Arianna's PoV)
For awhile, they just lay in the grass, holding each other, saying nothing. Sephiroth's embrace was incredibly warm, and for a moment, Arianna wondered if his body was as happily sore as hers was.
She rolled over, her body facing his, and rested her cheek against his chest. She was surprised at how willing this big boy was to cuddle. Not that she had any personal experience in the matter, but she had always heard that most men liked to get in and out of the sack as quickly as possible, fearing intimate contact. But not Sephiroth.
No, it seemed that he really knew what women wanted, which made her wonder just how many he had been with. Would she just be another name on that list? She hugged him tighter. Why was she feeling so jealous and protective so soon? Well, she couldn't exactly lay claim to this gorgeous hunk of man --- they hadn't even had dinner yet.
Sephiroth buried his face in her neck, his hot breath hitting all her ticklish spots. She squirmed a bit, trying really hard not to burst into a girlish fit of giggles. Strange how it seemed like they had been together forever, that this night might just be one in a slew of many.
In that instant, she grew horribly sad at the thought of this being the last time she may ever experience his sweet caress. She looked up into his eyes, which were soft and objective. Apparently she was going to have to deal with the emotional decisions.
"So," she began miserably, "I suppose you'll be dropping me off in Nibelheim after this, and we'll never see each other again..."
He smirked, showing that he wasn't one to fall for pitiful gestures. "Is that what you want, Arianna?"
She sat up, hugging her knees. "Frankly, no. That's the last thing I want."
He sat up too, pulling her back against him. "I couldn't agree more."
"So," she interjected, her eyes growing playful. "How do we get out of this predicament?"
He kissed her cheek, sucking lightly on the skin. "My door's always open."
"You're inviting me into your home?"
"I'm inviting you into my home."
Arianna smiled, looking down at the ground. That was exactly what she wanted to hear.
There was silence for awhile, then she heard Sephiroth mumble, "What's my house going to be like with a silly teenager in its walls?"
"Hey now," she retorted, "I'm not going to be a teenager much longer --- I turn twenty this year. How old are you?"
(Sephiroth's PoV)
He smiled. "I'm twenty-three."
"Really? Cause I could have sworn you were at least..."
"...In my thirties?" he finished, laughing. Why did people always think that? "I'm not that old."
Arianna frowned, then made a gesture like she was slapping herself. He raised an eyebrow. So dramatic.
"Maybe it's just because your hair is silver."
"Well, I can't help that. It's been that way since I was born."
"Yeah," she muttered, looking away. Sephiroth kissed her forehead, nuzzling her with his cheek.
"Don't worry. You're not the only one who's thought that. I suppose I'm just naturally mature-looking. And, people have told me that, when I anger, my age pretty much inverts its numbers."
Arianna shuddered. 'I'd hate to see you angry. You're scary enough as it is."
"Hey," he replied when she started laughing, "you don't have the grounds to insult me yet. We haven't been together long enough. And besides..." He tilted her chin up with his finger. "...What're you doing sleeping with a thirty-year-old man, anyway?"
Arianna shooed his hand away and coughed, making excessive hacking noises. "Okay, subject change!"
Sephiroth relaxed himself a bit more. He loved the fact that he almost always had the last laugh. Nature had given him the gift of a perceptive mind and a sharp tongue. And the best part was that he could say anything to anyone, because no one seemed brave enough to put him in his place. Luckily, though, Arianna appeared to be the type of girl with a fleshy hide, someone who wasn't overly-sensitive to harmless comments.
"So... what's your house like?" she asked.
He shrugged. "It's not very personalized. Shinra's got me running my ass off in so many different locations that I hardly have time to make the place mine. It's not even a home to me, really. It's just a bed, a bathroom, and a refrigerator."
"Hmm.." she mumbled, repeatedly kissing his chest. Her hand started trailing lower. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me."