7

Three months had passed from when Zack was given the LOVELESS script. The company only had two more before opening night. Things were coming together; he had all of his lines memorized – which was a true shock.

At the moment, he was lying on his sofa, reciting each word slowly; with him were his usual comrades: Cloud and Tifa, Vincent, (and Kunsel was there for the beer). The men were strewn about the living room, occupying every chair available.

A shrill phone ringer broke the heavy silence. Zack peeled himself up off of the couch and picked up. "Hell—oh! Hiya, Aery."

The mere mention of her name made the others groan. Tifa sighed, and let her head fall back on Cloud's shoulder. "If you're going to talk all sweet and diabetes-inducing, can you please leave the room this time?" Kunsel asked. "Fucking hell you make me want to turn into a puddle of fluff and ponies when you talk to her, man. You make my manliness melt away. You make your manliness melt away."

"Yeah, the guys are here—"

"—Hey!"

"And Tifa. Mhm. Oh…do you want me to come by and fix it for you? Heh—I don't mind, babe. Er, sorry. I don't mind, Aerith. Okay. I'll be over in an hour or so, darli—Aery. Bye." When the phone was dropped back down into its receiver, Kunsel let out a dramatic sigh.

"I just lost all masculinity. Quick. Someone talk about breasts. Help. I can feel…the chromosomes…mutilating…Oh…Goddess….help."

Zack rolled his eyes, giving his friend a light nudge. "Shut up. She's just so…I don't know what."

"Bro you look like a horny fangirl right now. It's getting creepy. Stop that shit."

Even Vincent snorted at the comment. Both Cloud and Tifa chuckled, however he didn't think it was because of Kunsel's statement.

Later, once Vincent and Kunsel had departed, Tifa confronted the black haired man. A serious expression was worn, and she stared him straight in the eye. "—You're serious about Aerith, aren't you?"

"Er—I-…" He glanced around, as if he was making sure that there were no eavesdroppers. Though Cloud was standing next to his girlfriend, Zack didn't mind his presence. "—might have feelings for her."

"Strong ones," the blond added.

"Shut up." Zack cleared his throat, and fixated on the young woman. "I just don't understand her half of the time, though. I mean, we act like a couple when we're alone. Shiva, we've even…done a few things. But she won't call me her boyfriend. It's annoying. Kind of."

"She never calls anybody her boyfriend." Cloud shrugged.

"Aerith doesn't date. She doesn't get attached that way with people. Don't ask about i—"

"Is this because she was a hooker?"

Both Cloud and Tifa exchanged a wide-eyed look before even thinking of responding. The simple mention of the term – the fact that he'd said it so cavalierly…they were shocked. "Yeah."

"Goddess…" He turned away from the two, and flopped himself face down on his couch. "How can somebody as perfect as her get caught up with that?"

"Because of the gangs?" Tifa shrugged. "Financial stuff?"

"She says she doesn't do that anymore. And…I've been helping her sell some of her flowers. Man, in the slums they go like wildfire." Another dopey grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "She always looks so happy. She's so gorgeous when she smiles. And her laugh…." He paused. "Shit. What if I'm in love with her?"

The woman laughed, and soon pulled Cloud toward the door. She laced her fingers with his and promptly exited. "Tell her."

...

He was getting fed up with this damned wheel. It kept falling off of the cart, and no matter how tightly he twisted the screw, it always toppled out. Soon enough, he dropped the screwdriver and duct taped the thing back on. It didn't spin as well as it used to, but it was on.

For whatever reason, Aerith liked to linger about an old church. It was secluded and quiet, that was for sure; but it was decrepit and old. Her flowers flourished there, however.

Together, they made their way back to her house in order to return the cart to its rightful place. She was somewhat perturbed that he didn't really fix the wheel, but he insisted that the tape would do the job. And so, she agreed to follow him back to his apartment.

He took her small hand in his; held it tightly as they walked. Zack simply could not take his eyes off of her. And, he would have sworn that she was radiating; beaming.

When the man unlocked the door to his place and pushed open the door, she immediately jumped on him. Her arms flung around his neck, and she pressed her lips to his; leaving her feet dangling. He was caught off guard, but did not falter. A hand lifted her higher and secured her position, the other locked the door, and was then preoccupied with the buttons on her dress.

He walked as best as he could into his bedroom without falling or stumbling; without even removing his tongue from her mouth, nor his hand from her thigh.

Gently, Zack laid her down on his bed. He had managed to unbutton the top half of her dress to her ribcage. With the white fabric from her bra peeking out from the pink fabric, he continued further until each one had been unbuttoned, and her slender figure had been almost completely revealed to him. The straps of her dress were slid down her shoulders, and the garment was tossed to the foot of the bed.

Aerith's hands went to his shirt, and she swiftly pulled it over his head. A muscled, toned body was presented before her. And soon, he had shed his pants and boxers. Those, too, joined her dress. He hungrily eyed her clothed breasts; his fingers nimbly worked away at the clasp, in only a moment he had unhooked the bra. Rose-tipped, heaving, round, and movement akin to somewhat of a bounce – she was finally shown to him in whole. Prior to this, he had seen her naked, though only for a fleeting second. Now…he could stare all he wanted, and not a complaint would be heard from her.

"Look at you…" he murmured into her neck. His lips grazed against her skin, tracing the outline of her jugular vein, and up her neck. "Aerith—" One of his hands cupped her breast, thumb finding its way to her nipple. As he slowly moved his finger around her rosy tip, it hardened against his skin. She let out a timid hum of pleasure, and her eyes fluttered shut as his hand fondled away at her chest.

The spreading of her thighs; entrance still concealed by a thin layer of fabric. The woman pressed her wet sex against his thigh, silently begging to be taken. With one hand, he pinned her arms above her head, thrusting her chest forward; with the other, he stripped her of her dripping panties.

He then took her breast into his mouth; his tongue ran over the elevated flesh, erecting it. Her breath hitched as he slipped a finger into her slit. His digit flicked at her clit, which sparked a series of muted moans from her. The mere sound turned him on; her gentle, timid pleas for more, and her quiet whimpers of desire.

Another finger slid into her, both working at her clit. The rough slither of red moved its way down her breast, his hand taking its place once more. He took in each of her tastes, finally sticking his tongue into her wet entrance. With every lapping gesture; every time his tongue ran over her tender flesh, she let out a low moan.

When she climaxed, a high-pitched squeal of sorts escaped her; the woman's hands went to her face, as if to shield her blush from him. However, he soon found himself on his back, legs apart, and member being gingerly handled by Aerith.

The brunette lowered her lips, taking his shaft into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, hand at its base. The woman looked at him with half-lidded eyes, and she let a sensual moan become audible to him. A shiver shot through his body, and as she let her tongue work around his member, he grunted. His posture stiffened, and fingers clenched.

Her moan as he drove himself into her was exponentially louder than the others; she let her head fall backward, and the sound had simply rolled off of her tongue. One of his hands was firmly planted on the bed so he could assure himself he would not crush her beneath him, the other remained on her breast, fingers pinching her nipple tightly. "Za—ah-! I'm going—ah-!"

He rocked into her. A gentle, smooth motion; though as he felt her grow sufficiently wetter, she quickened his pace. The man moved in and out of her rather vigorously; rough, even. Her head knocked into the thick wooden headboard with every bounce, and her cries became louder and louder – reaching a scream as she finally released her liquids.

Zack continued to thrust into her, as she rode out her orgasm completely. The sound of her loud, pleasurable moans filled the room. The woman relaxed into the mattress, spilling out, onto his throbbing member. He finished soon afterward, collapsing beside her. His arm draped over her slender shoulders, and he rested his head against her neck, pressing a kiss to her jaw.

"I…am in love with you," honest eyes fell upon her wide jade ones. "Aerith."