P R O L O G U E
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Strands of his blazing fireblood locks fell over his ethereal-like aquamarine eyes as he shuffled into the corner of the dark room, eyeing the catlike figure moving about in agility. She had no idea he was there, capturing her every movement, anticipating her next action.
The woman fell back on the king-sized bed, worn out. An afternoon of releasing anger had taken its toll on her and she was particularly satisfied. A light of moonmilk silver streamed through the pristine, lucid curtains, tinged with a crimson fire and lit up the vibrantly bedecked carpet-covered floor. Black leather furnishings stood off to one side of the room, complete with several antiques.
A sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the owner of the house. For a Turk, he was well-off.
He moved nimbly across the room, his shadow cast against the wall as he found himself at the edge of the bed, admiring the woman's curves. Every feature of this woman was enticing and to this he replied with a lick of his lips. She turned her head and was none too surprised to find him standing there.
She propped herself up on her knees and reached out to him, grabbing his arms and pulling him down on the bed with her. What possessed her to seek serenity in him was shocking to say the least. Perhaps it was the fact that he treated any woman with such placidness and oftentimes, a coarseness as if these vixen-like creatures were made of sandpaper and satin all rolled into one. This, however, proved her relationship with him all too physical. There were no emotional bearings in their liaison.
She wasn't sure about her decision, but as long as there was no sentiment involved, she would be okay.
~ Author Note ~
Well, there goes the prologue for you. This, undoubtedly, will change to
R if not NC-17. No story of mine remains innocent unless I tread on the
memory lane. If you haven't guessed yet, this is a Reno / Tifa. The couple
strikes up a certain appeal.