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He loved her with lips and tongue and teeth: probing, teasing, stroking.
She was screaming his name now, her voice strained as she pleaded with him.
Then he closed his mouth over the tip of her and sucked, drawing every sensation to him. He pulled back abruptly, replacing his mouth with gentle fingers that trembled with his own need.
She whimpered at the denial, tottering on the brink of fulfillment, and he shifted, never breaking the quick circles his fingers made, but positioning himself to take her.
She met him franticly, wrapping shaking legs around him, and her thighs tensed. Her eyes were shut fast, but she felt him, hot and hard, pushing at her entrance, and her soft mewling cries suddenly gained volume: "Sephiroth! Sephiroth! Sephir- oh! oh! oh!"
The feeling of him, cutting into her body with his own, sent her falling into a blind abyss of pleasure, that mortal paradise he had shown her so long before. She lost even that one word: his name, as he entered her, and she could only cry out in unintelligible ecstasy as he filled her. Her hands dug into the moss, and the smell of the crushed herb mingled with the scent of their merging bodies. Her mind blanked. Her body spasmed. All she could see was white, and she neither knew nor cared if it was the light from the sun above, or the pleasure-blindness surging through her from below. He was inside her: at last, at long last, her one-winged angel was taking her.
He did not remember starting the fire, but after several moments, he gulped enough air to open his eyes-- and there it was: a blazing circle of flame all around them.
With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee worship.
Her flushed features twisted as his maleness disappeared inside her. Her lips parted, her eyes screwed tight as he pressed his body down into hers millimeter by wracking millimeter, drawing out her moment of rapture as he lowered himself into pure bliss.
And he bent over her, his lips finding her neck, and sucked hard, grounding himself as her body finished bucking.
Her hands unclenched and her eyes opened slowly as her body relaxed, sensitive now in the afterglow. But the kiss to her neck was still so fierce as to be painful, and the pale flesh above her was tense and shuddering. "Sephiroth," she said. "But you didn't--"
"Sssh . . . " His mouth was on hair now. "That was for you. I wanted it-- like this."
He rolled to his back, moving her above him, a process that drew itself out in delicious torment, because each tensing of a muscle, each shift of her body, sent an arc of pleasure through the part of him buried deep inside her.
When at last he lay beneath her, he murmured, "I want you, my angel. All of you." Sunlight bathed her, and his hands moved up her thighs, over her hips, her waist, her back: soft white shadows caressing her.
"What should I--?"
"Just relax. Do whatever comes naturally to you." He pulled her down so he could whisper in her ear: "Love me, Aeris."
He had hoped the unfamiliar position would distract him, and make this moment last, but as soon as she shifted, he knew that was impossible. It had been far too long, and he needed her far too badly. Her body glowed above him, and her secret mouth was kissing him, tasting him. The sunrays streaming down gave her a white halo: he was coupling with an angel, making love to pure light. All he could do was cling to her and enjoy whatever she did.
She started to move.
Her hips shifted in gentle circles, carefully at first. She kissed him, and he gripped her, holding her head cupped in one of his hands, while his hair whispered up her thighs like white flames. She had him-- gods, how she had him,-- but there was something innocent, almost tentative in their love-play. Twin souls wrestling in the sparkling womb of the world.
She ground her hips against him and he sucked air through his teeth.
Not quite innocent, then.
She rose, her back arching, thrusting her breasts out. She pulled back from him, only to slide onto him again: silk that burned.
Tension built; deeper and more intimate than anything he had ever known. He found that it would be easier to fly, or at least float, but he did not feel that he was exerting any effort-- simply, releasing the ground. He was rewarded by her startled, delighted gasp, and then her hands clung to his shoulders as she gave herself to him again and again, each gentle movement stabbing him with sheer rapture. She was above him, lips parted, brow furrowed as she poured her heat onto his burning body.
Gods, what a fool.
What an arrogant fool to think he could fight this, even for the best of reasons.
He was fire and air.
She was earth and water.
He could no more separate himself from her than he could from his own shadow, or his own soul. Her face was flushed, her skin glowing pink as if she were a live porcelain lantern. And he was the flame inside her.
What she was doing to him was more than passion, more than pleasure. Pleasure had been her hands undressing him: this was more like dying.
Again and yet again her body enveloped him with pulsing perfection, making his muscles clench and the tightness inside him change to a fierce ache. He lost himself suddenly-- face to face with her, staring into her eyes: her's the color of the Planet's grassy gown, his the color of its blood. At first, he felt only a deep, slow tremble, not so much exhilaration as intimacy-- sharing himself completely. Then euphoria broke through. Bliss gripped him and he was beyond thought, beyond caution, wave upon wave of searing ecstasy pounding through him like the tide of a hot sea.
The pleasure was excruciating.
He could not see, or hear, or think. He could not cry out, could not weep, the flawless consummation too intense even for tears. But his head fell back and his breath caught in his throat, his lips parted in a soundless-- "oh." He twisted beneath her in panting, paralyzed ecstasy, writhing as she tortured him with heaven.
He was on the ground, then, the fire subsiding around them. Aeris lay curled in his arms, and he had rolled her to her back; he was still inside her, throbbing with spent passion.
He stayed as long as he dared, until he worried that he was getting uncomfortable for her, but when he moved to pull away, her legs twined around him tighter.
"Stay," she whispered. Satiated contentment smoothed her perfect face, and she sounded sleepy.
In each sweat-slippery touch, in each surging aftershock, her acceptance of him coursed through his body.
He gave a little trembling, half-disbelieving laugh-- and stayed.
"Seph?" She was groggily aware of two glowing green eyes in the darkness. "Honey, you're still awake?"
He shushed her, and the buckles of his coat jingled as he rearranged it over them.
"Go to sleep, love," she murmured, half-asleep herself.
He touched her face, smoothing away the little worry line on her forehead. "Can't. Don't want to wake up."
She smiled a little, giving a little waking mumble, and kissed his chest as she curled tighter against him.
"Love you," she whispered softly.
"I love you, too," he sighed, and the words flowed easily this time. He pressed her close until the rhythm of her breathing settled into the deeper cadence of sleep. Only then did he lie back. Above, the night was milky with starlight, and he smiled up at the heavens: a small, tear-trembling smile.
"Thank you," he whispered to the sky, which winked down at him.
